was something there.” Kendall tried to remember, forcing herself to think beyond her panic. “I don’t know. There was a shadow, and then...something attacked the jeep.” She glanced down at her leg.
Sloan knelt to look at her calf, squinting as he ran a gentle hand along her bare skin. “Let’s get you inside where I can see it better.”
Kendall’s teeth began a nervous staccato chatter. “You’re not supposed to be here in daylight. You’d better go.”
“We’re not bats,” he said wryly. “Besides, apparently Fiona worked her magic on the chief. We’re staying in the bunkhouse now.”
“Here?” Kendall blinked. “You’re not going to be the secret Callahans anymore?”
He nodded. “Come on. More walking, less chat. I’ll explain everything when we get inside.”
“You’re bossy.” She followed until he scooped her into his arms, which she started to protest, until she realized she was shaking and had lost a shoe. “I’m not helpless.”
“I know. Humor me.”
He was just like Jonas. “I don’t understand. What could Fiona possibly have said that changed things with Running Bear?” Kendall tried not to focus on how strong Sloan was, and the fact that she could feel impressive muscles in the arms wrapped tightly around her.
“Let’s worry about your leg.” He took her inside the house, and she didn’t complain anymore, feeling a bit woozy.
“What happened?” Fiona asked, coming over with Jonas to look at her leg.
“I don’t know exactly.” Kendall leaned in to see what everyone was staring at as Sloan laid her carefully on the sofa. He tried to lean her back against the pillows and she waved him away. “Oh, my. That is not pretty.”
“What got you?” Sloan asked, peering closely at her skin.
She wasn’t sure she liked being the object of so much of his attention. “I’m not sure. It happened so fast.”
Sloan looked up at Jonas. “Can you call my brother Galen? We might as well let the doctor take a look at this.” He smiled. “He’s actually a pretty good medicine man.”
There was a good deal of blood running down her leg. Kendall glanced at Fiona. “May I borrow a towel, please? I don’t want to bleed on the sofa.”
“You poor thing!” Fiona exclaimed, running to fetch one as Jonas went to yell for Galen.
“Jonas is a doctor. He can figure out if anything is wrong.” Kendall looked closely at her leg, and felt a little faint seeing her own blood. There was so much. She’d thought perhaps it was a scratch, but now realized the tear was long and angry.
“Jonas is a cardiac guy,” Sloan said. “Galen is an internist. And a spirit healer, by the way.”
Kendall sniffed. “There is nothing wrong with my spirit. Just my pride. I must have scraped myself when I jumped in the jeep.”
Jonas came back with Galen, and Fiona handed him a thick fluffy towel and some antiseptic. Galen smiled reassuringly at Kendall before bending to examine her leg.
“Sloan,” Galen said, peering at the wound.
Sloan looked at Kendall, who frowned back at him with some suspicion. “I don’t think so,” he said to Galen.
Galen looked at Kendall’s leg again. “Do it.”
Sloan squatted, placed his palms on either side of the wound.
“What’s he doing?” Kendall demanded, glancing at Jonas, who shrugged.
“Energy transfer,” Galen said helpfully, as if she’d know what that meant. “A little touch therapy in this case. It won’t take long.”
She wasn’t sure she liked having Sloan’s slightly rough palms on her calf and knee. His big hands surrounded the injury without touching it. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath.
“It’s really not that big a deal,” Kendall said. “A bandage ought to do the trick. Maybe a little iodine or something.” She looked at Fiona helplessly, suddenly afraid. For whatever reason, the two brothers acted as if her injury was so serious. “Could have been a wolf, I guess,” she said slowly, knowing very well that something huge had hit the jeep. Something that had meant to harm her.
A little of the shock began to wear off as Sloan cupped her ankle, sliding his hands back up her calf, his eyes still closed. “Whatever it was, it was big, though I’m not trying to exaggerate.” Sloan’s palms warmed her, and she could have sworn she felt pulses of electricity emitting from him into her skin. Even deeper, into her muscles.
His eyes opened, and she found herself gazing into them. “What is it?” she asked.
“Not a thing,” Sloan said. “Everything is fine. A little rest will make you feel a lot better. Rest. You will wake up soon, and all will be well.” He slowly moved his hand in a circular motion in front of her face, and that was the last thing Kendall remembered.
* * *
“I KNOW IT’S A HUMAN attack, but what else can you discern?” Galen asked as Sloan carefully eased Kendall’s head back onto a pillow so she could sleep comfortably. He estimated that between the shock and the blood loss, the hypnosis might keep her out for an hour—hopefully long enough to get her to the hospital.
“This is a knife injury.” Sloan pointed to specific areas of Kendall’s leg. “As Galen said, this wasn’t done by an animal or even by Kendall scraping herself on something on the jeep. You can sense the dark power radiating here and here,” he said, pointing for Jonas’s and Fiona’s benefit. “My guess is that they were planning to take her hostage.”
It bothered him to say that. Kendall was a free spirit. And delicate. Maybe too delicate to survive on this ranch now.
“How can you tell all that just from looking at her leg?” Jonas demanded.
Sloan shrugged. “It’s in between what she said and what she didn’t say happened. What she remembers and what her subconscious recalls. Put your hands here,” he told Jonas, “and you can feel more. Notice the smooth cut in the skin, which indicates a sharp edge of some kind. Very likely a knife. But here, where her skin is torn, you’ll note a slashing and tearing effect. Jagged. As you probably know, that has the markings of a military weapon. Something a commando might carry.”
Jonas looked at him. “And the rest of the oogie-
boogie?”
Sloan smiled. “Close your eyes. See what you see.”
Though he appeared doubtful, Jonas placed his hands where Sloan had, and closed his eyes.
He opened them after a moment, shaking his head. “I don’t see anything. I feel warmth in her skin, like infection might be threatening.”
Sloan nodded. “That, too. You’ll need to ascertain when she had her last tetanus shot. Galen can handle the
