I’m a law-enforcement ranger.” He pointed at the brown arrowhead badge on his shirt. “National Park Service.”
The woman sat up, keeping the gun steady. Clearly she was no stranger to handling weapons.
Law enforcement?
Or criminal? Crime was rare in Big Bend, but it did happen.
“Don’t come any closer.” Her brown eyes grew wide, the whites glistening in the fading light.
Logan stopped, crouching down ten feet away from her and holding the silver wristwatch out for her to inspect. “Is this your watch?”
“I...I don’t know,” she stammered. “Stay back.”
There was a definite edge of panic in her voice. Something had happened to her and she was still terrified.
“Hey—” he reached toward her “—we’re on the same side. How did you get out here?” The wary, frightened look in her large, dark eyes reminded him of a cornered animal.
Her forehead wrinkled and her eyes slipped out of focus as she shook her head. “I...I fell into the river.”
He nodded reassuringly, even as he tried to calculate how she could have fallen in. He couldn’t see her feet clearly from his present position, but he didn’t think it was likely the tracks by the river had been hers. Odd.
When she didn’t say anything else, he asked, “From the trail?”
“I...” She bit her lip, brows furrowed, and lowered the gun slightly. He straightened and inched forward, taking advantage of her distraction. “I don’t remember.”
Her eyes were still out of focus and her hands shook as she held the gun.
“Are you injured?”
She took one hand off the gun, reaching for the back of her head. When she pulled her hand away, red smeared her fingertips. She stared at the blood, the gun drooping in her other hand.
That explained it—well, at least her obvious confusion. Poor woman. She probably had a concussion.
He stepped forward, holding his hands up, inching closer and closer. Like approaching an injured mountain lion, only without the tranquilizer darts.
When he was a few feet away he dropped down onto his knees. He was directly in front of her by the time she looked at him again and, before she could react, Logan had the gun out of her hand and safely tucked into his waistband.
The woman stared at him, her expression torn between fear and confusion.
“There.” He offered her a grin. “Now that you’re not going to kill me, maybe I can help you.”
He peered at the back of her head. Her long, brown hair was matted into a knot by the blood and there was a large bump. Had she fallen? Or was it foul play?
“Where am I?” She turned wide, dark eyes up to him.
“You must’ve taken quite a blow to the head. This is Big Bend National Park, in west Texas. And we’re right outside Santa Elena Canyon on the Rio Grande.”
“Texas?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She winced as she pulled back onto her knees.
“Easy.” Logan held out his hand. She glanced up at him warily. “You might have other injuries.”
She rubbed a hand slowly over her lower ribs. “I hit something in the water,” she mumbled.
“We need to get you checked out. Do you think you can walk?”
When she nodded, he gently helped her to her feet. She swayed unsteadily for a moment, clinging to his arm.
“Do you remember your name?” He picked a path for them around the low brush back toward the trailhead parking lot.
“Ashley.” She gripped his arm a little tighter as she stumbled over something in the growing darkness, and Logan swung his light to the ground. Despite her little dunk in the Rio Grande, a light scent of something sweet, like berries, emanated from her hair.
“What’s the last thing you remember, Ashley?”
“I...I remember...” She grew thoughtful for a moment, chewing on her lip. When she spoke again, her voice held a note of hope. “Taking a cab. Yes, that was it.”
“I think we can rule out that being today. So, you have no idea why you’re here in Big Bend?”
She shook her head but a brief flicker of some emotion passed over her face. Grief? Or anger? He wasn’t sure, but clearly something lurked under the surface and she didn’t want to share or couldn’t remember.
Either way, pretty women dressed in tailored slacks didn’t turn up in the Rio Grande for no reason.
When they reached the parking lot, Ashley stared blankly at the two vehicles in the lot—the rental car Logan suspected was hers and his NPS Jeep.
“Recognize it?”
She dug into one of her pockets. “No. But I do have a set of keys that survived the river. I may as well try them.”
The river had wrecked the electric key fob, but she was able to open the driver’s door using the key. As she searched the interior for personal items, he called in the plates to a park dispatcher.
A quick search confirmed it was a rental, from an Enterprise in El Paso, Texas—she must’ve flown in to the airport there.
“The name?” he asked the dispatcher.
The radio crackled. “Watson. Ashley Watson.”
Ashley climbed back out of the car, holding the black blazer that completed her suit—absolutely the wrong clothing for the desert—as well as a small handbag.
“Ms. Watson?” Logan gestured at the purse. “Did you find some identification?”
She frowned, rubbing her forehead with a knuckle as she stared at the closed purse.
“Everything okay?”
“Sure.” Her expression cleared but the air of confusion still lingered—must be from the head injury. She fumbled with the purse’s zipper and dug out a wallet, staring at the driver’s license inside for a long moment before handing it to him. Her forehead creased again.
Logan took the license from her clammy fingers. Ashley Watson. Issued in the District of Columbia. His brows pulled together. “No idea what brings you to Texas, Ms. Watson? You’re a long way from home.”
She leaned against the car. Her face was pale but she held his gaze. “No, but it’ll come back to me. Otherwise, I know where to go home. Now, if you want to point me in the right direction to a medical facility, I can drive myself. I’m sure you have other places to be.”
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