Josh (3 page)

He blinked, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. When he looked a second time, he knew that what he was seeing was real. A small white bubble tent was snugged up against a snow-covered peak, making it almost invisible. Had it not been for the extreme wind, causing it to shimmer with each sudden blast, it would have been impossible to see. Almost, he thought, as though it had been deliberately set up that way to deceive the eye.

At the same moment, a strange thought leapt unbidden into his mind.

Was this how his mother had been able to leave without a trace? Had she yearned for a new life, far from the demands of a husband and sons and the loneliness of ranching, using camouflage to make her escape across the mountains?

Almost as soon as the thought formed, he banished it from his mind. His memories of his mother, though distant and scattered, were happy ones. Seraphine had been a loving, though unconventional, mother. She neither cooked nor cleaned, but she had happily read to her sons, and played classical music, and directed them in plays and musicals for hours on end. When her boys grew weary and insisted on doing the things boys loved, playing outside or riding their ponies, she would simply take her books and music outdoors and watch them from a nearby hill.

Though she was athletic, with a lithe, sinewy dancer’s body, she never took part in any of their outdoor activities that Josh could recall. That told him that she would have never resorted to climbing these mountains.

Josh had never seen her unhappy or moody or less than exuberant about life. She would often tell her boys that while she missed the thrill of dancing on stage and the adulation of the audience, she didn’t miss the gypsy lifestyle, living in dingy hotel rooms, traveling from town to town. She seemed to genuinely love being a rancher’s wife and their mother, and she had treasured being anchored by their big, comfortable home and the sprawling land around it.

But there had never been an explanation for the fact that she vanished without a trace. There had been only theories.

The code of silence that had descended upon the
family prevented any of them from knowing just what Cole Conway believed to be true. Did he suspect desertion by an unfaithful wife? Foul play? An alien abduction?

Josh pulled himself back from the thoughts that had plagued him for a lifetime. He forced himself back to the present and the job at hand.

If, as he suspected, this was the tent of Sierra Moore, his task had just become a lot simpler than he’d imagined.

Hopefully the saga of the missing climber would have a happy conclusion, and by this time tomorrow he would be enjoying another helping of Ela’s corn bread.

J
osh got to his feet and hefted his pack before facing into the storm. At this elevation, it was much worse than it had been below. Wind whipped about, causing him to bend almost double as he crossed to the snow-covered wall of rock.

Outside the small tent he dropped his gear and cupped his hands to his mouth.

“Hello in the tent.”

He paused a beat, hoping to hear a voice above the sound of the roaring wind. Hearing nothing, he unzipped the flap and stepped inside, bracing for the sight of a frightened and possibly injured female, cowering from the wrath of such a fierce storm howling around her.

With his first step he felt something shoved roughly between his shoulder blades, and a sultry voice that was barely a whisper above the roar of the wind.

“State your business. If you make any sudden moves, I’ll shoot you where you stand.”

“Hold on now.” He lifted his hands, while his gaze swept the tiny space. There was a bedroll and a portable cook stove casting an eerie, flickering light. “I’m searching for Sierra Moore.”

“Why? Who sent you?”

“Mitch Carver, chief ranger.”

“Why would the ranger—?”

He moved so quickly, the words she’d been about to speak were cut off as his fingers closed like a vise around her hand and he took her down in the same instant, sending her weapon flying through the air.

“Damn you…” Her muffled comments were lost in the sound of their fierce scuffle.

Josh gave a hiss of pain when she sank her teeth into his hand and another as her knee landed in his groin. Despite her furious attempts to fight him, she was no match for his size and physical strength.

He quickly subdued her, straddling her and locking her arms above her head in an iron grip.

“Now, as I see it, you have two choices.” He was breathing hard. “You can keep fighting me, in which case you’ll wear yourself out and I’ll eventually subdue you anyway, or you can promise to hear me out without any more attempts at violence. After which, if you’re not satisfied with my explanation, I’ll be more than happy to leave.” He stared down into her eyes, which were narrowed on him with utter contempt. “Your call.”

From between clenched teeth she said, “I’ll listen. But only after you let me go.”

He eased his grip on her hands, and got carefully to his feet. When he offered her a hand up, she ignored it, and got to her knees, before standing and facing him.

She was dressed all in black, from her skintight leggings to the black turtleneck, revealing a reed-slender body and long, long legs. Straight, waist-length blonde hair fell in disarray around a face that would have looked right at home in a toothpaste commercial, with high cheekbones, porcelain skin, and dark lashes outlining golden-flecked blue eyes that were, at the moment, staring daggers at him.

He saw the way she darted a glance downward, as though searching for her weapon. “Don’t even think about going for it. I’m not here to hurt you.”

She crossed her arms over her heaving chest and fixed him with a hateful look. Her voice was soft and breathy from their skirmish.

“If that’s true, say your piece and leave me alone.”

“Happy to.” He indicated the tiny cooker. “That throws a lot of heat.” He was sweating, and he wasn’t sure whether it was because of the exertion from the fight, the heat of the tent, or the heat generated by this female.

She wasn’t at all what he’d been expecting. She was the exact opposite of a timid, frightened female. Because of the rugged location, he’d assumed she would be athletic, and she was. Everything else was just a bonus, especially those eyes. Right now they were narrowed on him with such fury, he could imagine them shooting bullets through his heart.

“Whenever a storm hits, it’s the job of the rangers to make certain that all the hikers in their district are safe.”

He waited for her to say something.

Instead, she held her silence until he added sarcastically, “In case you haven’t noticed, the mountains have been hit with a hell of a storm. Mitch Carver tried unsuccessfully to reach you by phone before asking his
rangers to fan out to search for you. But as you know, you weren’t where you said you’d be, and that caused alarm bells to ring in the mind of every ranger on this mountain.”

She said nothing in her own defense, though her eyes had turned to pale icy chips.

“Mitch and his rangers take great pride in their work, even when careless climbers don’t do their share. So he called on me to find you.”

“You’re a ranger?”

“I’m a rancher. I live in the area, and know these mountains.”

“You must know them pretty well to be out hiking in this storm.”

He arched a brow. “I see you noticed that it’s storming. That’s the reason I’m here.”

She flushed slightly. “I told the ranger that I intended to get some good shots of the mountains covered in snow. When the storm started raging, I figured it was heaven-sent. The perfect opportunity to capture something that is rarely seen.” She pointed to her camera. “I was just going over the shots I took, and some of them are really amazing. I could have never found these images anywhere else but here, right in the middle of it.”

Josh could hear the thread of excitement and pride in her voice, a far cry from the tone she’d used with him moments earlier.

“I’m glad you got what you came here for. But that doesn’t excuse the fact that you neglected to contact the ranger station to let them know you were safe. They’ve been trying to phone you since the storm first broke.”

She glanced toward the phone lying on her bedroll. “I
never thought to check in. Sorry. If they tried calling me, I have to guess my phone isn’t working.”

“Mine’s working just fine.” Josh’s patience was wearing thin as he turned slightly and retrieved his phone from his pocket. “If you didn’t want to be disturbed, all you had to do was file a report with the park rangers letting them know that you wanted to be left alone, no matter what the circumstances.”

Feeling something under his boot, he bent down to retrieve the weapon he’d forgotten about until this moment.

He looked up at her with a quizzical grin. “A plastic spoon?”

A sly smile teased her lips. “It was all I had time to grab before you stepped in.”

He managed to swallow his laughter as he touched the speed dial for the ranger station. “Mitch? Josh Conway here. I’ve located Sierra Moore. Yeah. She’s safe. She’s also a very resourceful woman. I’ll let you speak with her.”

He handed over his phone.

She kept her gaze fixed on him while she spoke into his phone in that same breathy voice. “Ranger Carver? This is Sierra Moore. Yes, thank you. I’m fine. I’m sorry you felt obligated to send someone to find me. I’ve been so involved in my photography, I guess I neglected to check in.” She listened in silence, then added, “Of course. That works for me. I can be ready to leave here in the morning. I’ll tell him. And again, I’m sorry for causing you any concern.”

She handed Josh his phone. “I owe you an apology, too. I’m sorry you had to be dragged out in this weather. It never occurred to me that the rangers would be searching
for me. I can’t say I’m sorry for my”—she couldn’t stop the grin from touching the corners of her lips—“unorthodox greeting. Since I’m alone and unarmed, I needed to take precautions with a stranger invading my space. But I had no right to treat you so badly.” She took in a deep breath. “Ranger Carver suggested that if I have all the photos I need, and I’m ready to leave in the morning, he would feel better if I would make the descent with you. That works for me. That is,” she added, “if you have no objections to having me along.”

Josh gave a grudging nod of his head. He had to admit that she’d been resourceful when faced with an intruder. The fact that she’d been so quick to apologize to both him and Mitch Carver scored points, as well. Without her apology, he’d have written her off as an ungrateful diva.

“That’s fine. I’d like to leave at first light.”

As he opened the flap, Sierra felt the sting of the frigid night air. “It’ll be a tight squeeze, but if you’d like, you can share my tent.”

He gave her a long look. “I have my own gear.”

“Even so…” She gave a dry laugh. “Mine’s already assembled and warm as toast. I don’t think I’d sleep very well knowing that I was the reason for you assembling a tent in this weather, in the dark of night. Please feel free to share mine.”

Josh shrugged. “Thanks. I’ll take you up on it. I’ll get my gear.”

Minutes later he returned and zipped the tent against the bitter cold.

He removed his parka before opening his backpack and retrieving a bedroll and an instant cooker. When he pulled out a packet of freeze-dried food, Sierra smiled.

“Like minds, I see.” She held up her own packet.

“Chicken or beef?” Josh asked.

“Beef stew. Why don’t I use mine? There’s enough for two.”

“Okay. I’ll try it.”

He used his bedroll for a seat and watched as she dropped the packet into the instant cooker. Within minutes the tent was filled with the wonderful aroma of beef stew, which she divided between her bowl and his.

He opened a pouch containing squares of Ela’s corn bread and offered some to her.

While coffee bubbled in his instant cooker, he sat back and enjoyed his first hot meal since taking to the trail.

Sierra relaxed, displaying a radiant smile. “I really needed some hot food. And that corn bread was an added bonus. Did your wife bake it?”

“Our cook, Ela.” He returned her smile. “Ela is probably as old as these mountains. She’s been baking corn bread since my grandfather first came to Wyoming. She’s been with us since before I was born.”

“Us?”

“My father, grandfather, and two brothers.”

She looked startled. “You all live together?”

“Yeah. Except for my older brother, Quinn. He recently married, and he and his bride are spending time at both her ranch and ours. I guess sooner or later they’ll figure out where they intend to plant roots.”

“How about you?” She glanced at his ring finger. “Are you married?”

He arched a brow. “No. You?”

She shook her head. “No, thank you. I’m married to my career.”

He nodded toward her camera. “Do you photograph weddings and fancy occasions?”

“That’s not at all what I’m interested in capturing. I want to use my photography as art. I hope someday to see my photographs hanging in galleries and on people’s walls.” She chuckled. “I think that’s a look of skepticism on your face.”