was on my way to visit the grandparents.”
“On refuge land?”
“On the rez. This is a shortcut.”
He could see it in her—she was definitely part, though not all, Native American. “You stopped for some reason.”
“Just to look around. It’s been a long time,” she admitted. “I was here maybe five minutes.” She checked her watch. “I must have only been out for a few minutes.”
“So, in the five minutes you were here just looking around, someone decided to hurt you?”
She frowned at him again, her thick dark brows nearly pulling together. “You don’t believe me?”
“Nah, nah, that’s not what I was saying.”
“Then what did you mean?” she asked.
“Just trying to make sense of it all. Wondering if the thing that spooked the herd was human rather than something four-footed.”
“I thought it might be a cougar, too.”
“So if the culprit was human, he could have done something to scare off the herd and then didn’t want you to see his face. The question is…what was he up to?”
“I don’t know. We could look around to see.”
“I’m thinking you shouldn’t be walking around. Or driving. You could have a concussion.”
“What I have is a headache.” She gave him a fierce look. “Of the human kind.”
He stared down at her, tried to read her for anything unusual. Oddly, he didn’t get much off her, as if she were somehow blocking him mentally. Now how was that possible? he wondered.
“Are you dizzy? Any ringing in the ears?”
“I’m a little off-center. Not exactly dizzy. More like light-headed. No ringing.” Her voice rose with her irritation. “Are you a doctor?”
He shook his head. “Working around horses, I’ve seen enough accidents—had a couple myself. I know the signs of a concussion. Let me get a better look at your eyes.”
Before she could deny him, he lifted her chin. The contact was potent and he froze like that, not daring so much as to breathe. What was it with this woman? What was she doing to him? It took all his concentration to suck in some air and do what he meant to do. He checked her pupils—both equal in size and therefore normal—and gazed right through them, searching…searching…
A quick flash of light accompanied sharp pain and disorientation and finally the sensation of falling.
Tiernan blinked and shook his head to clear it. “I don’t think you were hit at all—not enough to knock you out, that is.”
She stiffened. “I thought you believed me.”
“Turn around. Let me look at the back of your head. Please.” With that she turned and he asked, “Where does it hurt?”
“Here.”
Inspecting the area she’d indicated, he saw a tiny pinprick. “Just as I thought. You were darted.”
“What?”
Ella flipped around to face him. A little flustered but steady enough.
“We do it with horses when necessary,” Tiernan explained. “The dart contains a small explosive charge that detonates on impact and injects the drug. The dart itself often bounces off the animal.”
The reason she’d recovered so quickly was that she’d barely gotten any of the drug. He inspected the ground and spotted a hint of yellow in the crushed pine needles that had been under her body. He stooped and dug out the dart, held it up with the tips of two fingers, then carefully pocketed it in his vest. Hopefully, he’d recover the attacker’s fingerprints, as well.
Unarmed but for a knife sheathed on his belt, Tiernan surveyed the area, demanding assurance that the danger was over. He sensed nothing but he wasn’t at ease, either.
“In a shady spot like this, the dart will flash when the explosive detonates,” he went on. “That was the flash that accompanied the pain.”
“I didn’t tell you I saw anything.”
“Of course you did or how would I know it?”
Though Ella didn’t argue further, she gave him a suspicious expression. “Well, do I check out, McKenna? Can we look around now?”
Feeling only that she was slightly out of sorts, nothing more serious, Tiernan grinned and said, “Just take it slow and yell if anything doesn’t feel right, Thunder.” She did remind him of a thunder cloud, ready to rumble at him. “Could you tell the direction your attacker came from?”
Reorienting herself with the valley, Ella turned to the area behind her and said, “Somewhere over there.”
Tiernan scanned the ground until he found some needles trampled on the forest path, no doubt by the attacker’s feet. “This way. Stay close.”
They moved through the trees, following the faint impressions.
Ella was the first to say, “Wait. Here the tracks go in two directions.”
“Hum. I would guess the way we’ve been going is the way he retreated, but he came from the northeast. Must’ve seen or heard you and decided to investigate.”
“For someone who isn’t from here, you have a good sense of direction.”
“Internal compass.”
“Because you’re fey.”
Tiernan merely grinned at her and moved along.
The grin didn’t last long. As he stepped through the trees onto red earth and rock, his senses picked up once more. Something had happened here. Something bad. Foreboding filled him as he scanned the ground, noted that there were no footprints. Had whoever walked here purposely obliterated them? Someone had been here, of that he was certain. He felt remnants of the human presence.
“Dead end,” Ella said, coming up behind him.
“I don’t think so.”
Stepping forward, he looked across the valley, trying to find the spot he’d been in when the horses had fled. But it wasn’t visible. So whatever had happened here, he wouldn’t have been able to see.…
“What are you doing?” Ella asked, her hand suddenly grabbing his arm.
Tiernan stopped just short of the cliff’s edge. He hadn’t even realized how close he’d gotten. What he did realize was that his pulse was humming, his gut was tightening. He simply couldn’t decide if it was because of whatever happened here…or because of Ella touching him.
He removed his arm and the humming faded, the tightening eased.
