Say You Love Me (17 page)

Chapter 13

There were times when Luke was tempted to go to the commander of Bird's Fort and tell him about the vulnerability of the post.

True, the gate was secured, with sentries around the clock, but a weak point existed to the rear. The fifteen-foot wall made of two-inch-thick upright logs was mostly left unguarded there due to the clear-cut area beyond. It was not considered a threat that Indians would dare swoop down and attack from such an open area, for their approach would be seen by the sentries at the gate as they regularly looked in that direction during the day.

At night, soldiers marched up and down along the wall every so often, alert for any sound or sign of movement.

But what was not known, and what Luke had no intention of confiding to anyone, was that there was a spot in a far corner where someone could slip through by moving aside a log that had been deftly cut toward the bottom. All an intruder had to do was wait for the soldier to make his passing round, then slip inside.

Luke kept the secret for several reasons. Most of all, he liked having undetected entry and exit should he need it, but he also knew how starving Indians had made the passageway in the first place, so they could sneak in and steal food—not enough at one time for it to be missed but enough to satisfy their hunger till they could find other sources.

So it was through the wall that Luke sneaked on the night of the ball held in the white woman's honor. He could have dressed in his uniform and entered through the front gate like any scout, but the soldiers never completely trusted the Indians. They watched their every move, and Luke knew they would never have let him lurk about the dining hall, where tables and chairs had been pushed aside to make room for dancing. If he wanted to get a good look at the woman claiming to be Sunstar's daughter, he knew he would have to call on all his cunning to avoid being detected as he spied on the festivities.

It was a dark night, the moon hidden behind thick clouds as a light drizzle fell.

Luke waited till the soldiers made their rounds, then slipped inside, crouching and moving swiftly, silently along the wall to a rear window. Raising up cautiously, he peered inside. He had spied on socials before and knew what to expect. The ladies, their fancy gowns a rainbow of color, huddled together when they weren't dancing with their husbands, while the men gathered around a table where food and punch was served.

But this night, he saw at once that things were different.

The women were clustered together but not conversing with one another. Instead, they stood almost in a straight line, staring across the room at the menfolk, who were not hovering about the refreshments but instead were gathered around something.
Someone.

Then he saw her.

Black hair piled in ringlets on top of her head, a few long tendrils curling down to her bare shoulders, she wore a soft pink gown of material he knew was called satin.

Luke's eyes narrowed as he tried to absorb her every feature from such a distance.

She was beautiful, and he could see that every man in the room obviously thought so, too—especially the one escorting her to the dance floor. Luke recognized him as Captain James Logan, a man he was not particularly fond of, known for his hatred and mistreatment of Indians.

Music from a small band drifted through the window to catch on the night wind and serenade the wilderness beyond, but Luke focused only on the woman. He knew she had to be the one Gold Elk was talking about.

"I heard her with my own ears," Gold Elk had told him. "She knew all about how Sunstar came to be with us, how she ran away from the fort to return to us. Now she has come to find her, to take her home."

Luke told him that was crazy, that she had to be looking for someone else. All of Sunstar's family had been killed, something he did not like to think about. But that was long ago, when his father's band was warring against the white man.

Gold Elk had been worried nevertheless. "But if it is so, Sunstar would want to go away with her. Then who would heal our people? Many would die without her, for there is no one else. Our number grows smaller."

Luke had been forced to agree that that was true and reminded him they were needed at camp to help with preparations for winter. Figuring they would have heard if the soldiers were planning any kind of maneuver in their direction during the coming months, he knew it was a waste of time to hang around the fort any longer. Still, he was curious about the woman. So he had instructed Gold Elk and Sharp Knife to return to the camp but warned that they should not repeat the story to Sunstar. Gold Elk gave his word and they were off.

Now, as Luke watched Captain Logan dance the woman closer to the window, he searched for a resemblance to Sunstar but could see none. That didn't really mean anything, because he couldn't remember what Sunstar looked like when she had first come to them so many years ago.

But he was not concerned with the possibility the girl might be telling the truth.

He just wanted to hear her story, then tell her himself that she was crazy and send her on her way before the drums of gossip reached Sunstar's ears.

He settled down to wait.

* * *

"You have to marry me," James Logan said fervidly as he held tight to Jacie's arm.

They were outside the door to her room, and he knew protocol was being strained by his standing in the dark with an unmarried lady, but competition for her hand was fierce, and he was desperate for a wife.

"We won't always have to live here," he rushed on. "I hate it myself.
I
've already asked to be transferred back east. I thought I wanted to make the army my career, but I don't. Not anymore. My father has a store in Boston. We'll live there after I'm discharged and—"

"And I thank you," Jacie cut him off, "but it's out of the question." Her head was still spinning to realize how frantic the men were for wives. She had received five proposals in the last three hours. When she confided her amazement to Amy Lou Cogdale, Amy Lou had assured her it was all quite normal, admitting that her husband had proposed to her within twenty minutes of their first meeting, and she had accepted.

"I'm not going to give up," Captain Logan warned, forcing a jovial tone as he fretted over how to make her change her mind. He reasoned her fiancé back in Georgia could not mean much to her, else she would have insisted he journey with her.

"And neither am I," Jacie retorted. "I'm here to find my mother, not to be courted, Captain Logan. So I would like to talk with you first thing in the morning about how the search is going to be conducted. I'm tired of waiting."

James Logan prided himself on being a gentleman as well as an officer, but casting all thought of decorum to the wind, he put his arms around Jacie to draw her close. "The only thing I want to talk to you about is how good I'll be to you if you will marry me."

He attempted to kiss her, but Jacie twisted away. She did not want to anger him, lest he refuse to help her, but neither was she going to allow him to take any liberties. "Sir!" she gasped with proper indignation.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't..." He shook his head, wiped a hand across his brow and stepped back. "Forgive me.... and good night." He hurried away, feeling foolish but knowing he would try again tomorrow.

Jacie let herself inside. She started to close and lock the shutters but decided Captain Logan would never dare crawl through the window, and she did need the cool air because the room seemed stuffy.

Undressing and carefully folding the dress Amy Lou had loaned her, Jacie put on an also borrowed nightgown and got into bed.

* * *

Luke waited until all the lights of the post were out, save for the lanterns burning at strategic points about the parade ground and near the gate.

It was pitch dark behind the row of buildings, but due to his inherent cunning, Luke crept to the guest quarters without making any noise.

Jacie had not fallen asleep at once, tossing and turning as she stewed over her newest dilemma. She would have to keep Captain Logan and all the other would-be suitors at bay, while enlisting their cooperation. It was not going to be an easy task, she knew.

But finally she had dozed off, only to awaken with a start of horror to realize a hand was mashing down on her face. Jacie was sure it was Captain Logan, terror gave way to fury that he could do such a thing as sneak into her room in the dead of night to press his pursuit. She fought and thrashed but was held down on the bed, her angry cries muffled.

"Don't scream," Luke said into her ear. "I won't hurt you."

Jacie panicked to realize it was not James Logan's voice and really began to fight. Luke managed to catch her wrists with one hand and yank her arms above her head as he tried to reason with her. "I won't let you go till you calm down. I told you I meant you no harm. I came to hear the story about your search for your mother."

Hearing that, she froze.

"Will you promise not to scream?"

She nodded.

Cautiously, Luke lifted his hand.

"Who—"

He clamped it down again. "I'll be shot if I'm found in here, damn it. Keep your voice down."

"Who are you?" she whispered as he hesitantly released her.

"I'm a Comanche."

"Dear God—"

He grabbed her again. "How many times do I have to tell you I won't hurt you? Now answer me." He gave her a gentle shake. "Why have you come?"

Jacie was not sure she could ever find her voice again. She could not see his features, but he was almost on top of her, and she could feel his bare chest and the sweep of his long hair against her cheeks. He was a large man, she could tell, with powerful arms.

When she made no move, no sound, he let her go again. One of her hands absently dropped and brushed the rock-hard flesh of his bare thigh. With a stab of panic, she wondered suddenly if he were completely naked and hoped she did not find out. "I came to find my mother. She—"

But then he was clamping a hand across her face again, and she was about to think it had to be some kind of maddening game when light suddenly flooded through the window. At the same instant she heard voices just outside.

"Them damn horses was spooked by a coyote," a man grumbled. "I tell you, there ain't no injuns around here. They don't like to attack at night. They're scared if they get killed their spirits can't find their way in the dark to wherever it is they're supposed to go.”

"Tell that to the captain. He says as long as them horses are stompin' and snortin', we gotta patrol this wall."

"Yeah, well, if you ask me, he don't know what he's doin', not since he laid eyes on that woman...."

The sound faded as they went past, and Luke wondered what could have upset the cavalry horses. Certainly not him. He had been inside the fort for hours, it had to be something else. He only knew that he had to get out of there fast before they started waking up the entire fort to alert everyone to possible danger.

"Listen to me," he said, still restraining Jacie. "I want to hear about your mother. That is the only reason I am here. I'll come back, but only if you don't tell anyone I was here."

He got to his feet, prepared to bolt and run should she scream.

But Jacie did not scream, for in that brief instant of light, she had seen his face, his piercing but warm eyes, the strong lines of his jaw. Fine features. Handsome, maybe, in a rugged kind of way. But besides that, she had sensed in that crystallized moment that he really did not intend to harm her and assured him, "I won't tell a soul. But why do you want to know about her? Can you help me find her?"

"I'm not sure. Not till I hear everything you have to say." Luke had no intention of telling her about Sunstar, even if he discovered she actually was her daughter. He did not want Sunstar to leave their people. Not now. Not when he knew how much good she did with her medicine and how desperately she was needed. "I will be back. We will talk then. But remember– don't say a word, or you will never see me again."

She reached out for him in the darkness, sensing he was moving away. "Please. Tell me why you want to know. You wouldn't be here if you didn't know something about her...."

But he was gone, as quickly and silently as he had come.

Jacie lay awake for a very long time, pondering the strange visit, daring to hope it meant she would find what she sought.

And she knew she would keep his visit a secret, praying all the while he would soon return.

* * *

The moon slipped from behind a cloud, and the renegade Comanche known as Black Serpent motioned for his men to halt. They were far enough away from the fort that they no longer had to move cautiously and quietly. "Next time," he said, "we will leave our ponies farther away. Their ponies heard ours and the guards were alerted."

Culojah, the warrior riding beside him, agreed. "Nothing must go wrong. Tall Tree was able to tell us about the temporary storage of the guns and ammunition in a shed near the hole in the wall, but the soldiers will not leave them there long. We must move fast to take them."