The Crow and the Bear by Kristy McCaffrey

Author:Kristy McCaffrey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: supernatural, native american, historical romance, bounty hunter, american indian, comanche, prairie rose publications
Publisher: Prairie Rose Publications

CHAPTER EIGHT

Cal guided his horse to a narrow entrance buffered by rocky escarpments, black sentinels in the darkness. He didn’t need Jennie to tell him that Silas Ravine lay beyond. A distinct oppressive sensation pushed against him. This place was crawling with...something. He didn’t have Kit’s ability to hear beyond this world, but he didn’t need it. His skin prickled with awareness.

He stopped. To go farther with night upon them seemed unwise. While dealing with spirits wasn’t beyond his experiences, having Jennie with him was a concern. Earlier, watching her with Tunayó and the goat, a protectiveness had filled him, as if he watched his family. He couldn’t rightly explain his emotions. He’d never desired to settle down before, not even after witnessing his brother Jack fall into an easy repose with Hannah Dobbins. He knew Jack had to love her, heart and soul and then some, because it wasn’t in Jack’s nature to change his routine for anyone. And Cal was much the same.

He dismounted.

“I think this is it,” Jennie said.

He gestured to her to hand the cub to him. As he took the bundle of fur from her, Tunayó stirred and tried to climb upward, knocking his hat to the ground and rooting around in his hair.

Jennie laughed and came off her horse. “She likes you.”

“I guess I should be glad for the female attention.”

“Would you like me to muss your hair as well?”

“I wouldn’t stop you.”

Jennie’s expression became serious. “I’ve never met anyone like you, Cal Boggs.”

The urge to kiss her overtook him, but again he held back. He wanted her, of that there was no doubt, but something told him that if he touched her he’d never be able to walk away. And in his life, he’d always moved on. “I’m nothing special, Jennie.”

As he held Tunayó over his shoulder, Jennie reached up to touch the cub. “I’m not so sure about that. I’m glad you’re here with me.”

The invitation was clear as she looked up at him. All he had to do was lean forward to capture her mouth with his. He could satisfy his curiosity about what it would be like to taste her, to strip the barriers away between them, to...

“You take the ragamuffin.” He handed the cub to her in an attempt to break the spell between them. “I’ll tend to the animals.”

Tunayó gladly jumped into Jennie’s arms. Why couldn’t Cal do the same?

They made camp and Cal started a fire, thinking it might help to keep all things spooky at bay. As they ate, the horses moved about, unsettled. Cal wondered if any of them would get any sleep tonight.

“Tonight is Hallowtide,” Jennie said.

“I know.” Cal liked that she used that term instead of Hallowe’en, reminding him of his time with Granny.

Jennie sat across from him, the fire crackling between them. “Simon is afraid of you.”

Cal placed a small twig into his mouth. “You can tell him I won’t bite.”

“He says that crows like to pick out the eyeballs of men.”

Cal grinned at the image.

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