stilled. “Thank you. You honor me with your trust.”
Franklin nodded.
“She doesn’t need my permission to do anything, but I ask only that you don’t hurt her. She’s been hurt far too many times already.”
“I would sooner hurt myself,” Adam promised.
“Then it is done,” Franklin said, and walked away, leaving Adam on his own.
He didn’t quite know how he felt, but he knew he was more than attracted to Sonora. She did things to him—made him feel things that he’d never felt for another woman.
And there was that tattoo. It had to be more than coincidence that a lost child of the Kiowa would choose the sign of her clan purely by accident. Adam was certain that there was more at work here than either he or Franklin first believed, and he didn’t know where he fit in at all. What he did know was that he didn’t want to lose the tenuous connection that they had.
“Is this all right?” Sonora said.
Adam turned around, surprised that she had changed clothes so quickly. She was wearing a pair of clean, but well-worn jeans with a denim shirt hanging loose against her hips. It was sleeveless and nearly white from countless washings, but both the jeans and the shirt were clean and crisp. She’d brushed the tangles out of her hair and left it hanging. It swung against her neck as she walked, teasing Adam with its silky sheen.
“Where’s Dad?” she asked.
“In the studio.”
“Wait. I need to talk to him.” She dashed from the room before Adam could answer.
Franklin was already bent over the worktable when Sonora hurried inside.
“Dad… I need a favor.”
He smiled as he looked up. “After that fine fish dinner…you have but to ask.”
“This little girl that we’re going to see. How old is she?”
“Not sure… Four or five…maybe six. Why?”
“I would like to take her a gift, but I don’t have anything. What would you suggest?”
He looked up, quickly scanning the pieces of the shelves of his studio as he moved toward them.
“How about this?” he asked, and lifted a small carving from the end of a shelf, then put it in the palm of her hand.
“Oh, Dad…it’s perfect. Do you mind?”
He shook his head as he smiled. “Mind? It is my joy to be able to share my work with you.”
She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you again,” she said, then added, “Don’t work too long.”
“I’m fine,” he said. “I’ve been taking care of myself for years. I can do it for a while longer, I think.”
Sonora frowned as she watched him return to his worktable. What he’d said was an unwanted reminder of the limits with which he was living.
“We’ll be back soon,” she said.
“Take your time,” he said, already immersed in his work.
Sonora dropped the carving into her shirt pocket and then ran back into the living room.
“Okay, I’m back,” she said. “Are you ready?”
“Oh, yeah. I stay ready,” Adam answered.
Words stuck in the back of her throat as her mind went right to the memory of him brown and bare as the day he was born. Despite the knot in her belly, she straightened her shoulders and tossed her hair.
“Shut up, Two Eagles, and just so you know… I’m a black belt in karate.”
“Well, now…isn’t that interesting? I had no idea that we have so much in common.”
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“I’m a black belt, too.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Weren’t we going somewhere?”
He opened the door and then stepped aside.
“After you, Ms. Jordan.”
* * *
The ride to the Billy home started out awkwardly, but it wasn’t long before Adam had Sonora laughing about an incident from his childhood.
“I can’t believe you and your cousin thought up such an intricate revenge.”
He laughed as they sped down the road, leaving a cloud of dust behind them to settle on the trees and bushes along the way.
“We were ten. What can I say? Kenny was like a brother to me, and Douglas Winston told all the kids at school that Kenny still wet the bed. We just figured to give him a dose of his own medicine.”
“Yes, but how did you get the plastic tube under him while he was sitting at the desk?”
“Douglas had a habit of breaking the lead in his pencils, so he was always having to get up to sharpen it. Kenny sat right behind him and I was on Kenny’s right with the aisle between us. We waited until Douglas got up to sharpen his pencil. When he was on the way back, we pretended to be working, and as soon as he turned around and began sitting down, Kenny slipped the tube directly under him. It was so small and pliable that he never felt it. As soon as he began writing again, I handed Kenny the water bottle. He poked the tube in the place where the straw would go, then squeezed. Water went up and through that tube as slick as butter.”
“Didn’t the other kids see you?”
“Yeah, but Douglas was something of a bully, so they figured he had it coming.”
“Then what happened?”
“The bell rang. Kenny yanked the tube out from under him as he leaned over to get his backpack out from under the seat. I stuffed the water bottle in my backpack while Kenny stuffed the tubing in his, and we ran like hell out of the classroom.”
“What about Douglas?”
“Well, it looked like he’d peed his pants and then sat in it. We were halfway up the hall when we heard him squall. He bellowed and bawled and then refused to come out of the room. The principal had to call his mama, who had to take off work to bring him some dry underwear and pants. She was so mad. He begged to go home, but she made him change his clothes and stay.”
“Did he ever know it was you and Kenny?”
“Probably, but he didn’t have the guts to confront us and everyone was so busy teasing him that they forgot all about Kenny. It was fifth-grade justice at its best.”
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