Aimee Thurlo - Black Raven's Pride

“I’m looking into a twenty-year-old case, and people come and go. I know that. But I can’t back off and move away, Nick. My son deserves a mom who has the courage to do what’s right.”

“This is my fight, too, whether you believe it or not,” he said, then as if unwilling to leave it up to interpretation, added, “We have the same goal and that makes us allies.”

A swift, secret fire burned through Eden, but she fought to keep her thinking clear. They would be allies because she had no other recourse, but her only future, her only goal, was to give Christopher the kind of secure, loving home she’d always wanted but never had. Nick was her past, but Christopher’s future was in her hands.

NICK DROVE AWAY from the Plaza, lost in thought and trying to ignore the sweet scent of the woman beside him. He had a real bad feeling about this business. The note Eden had received worried him far more than he’d let on. The implied threat was there, and could mean almost anything. To make things even worse, despite the fact that Eden had told him about the contents of her grandmother’s letter, he was dead certain she was still holding back about something.

That wasn’t surprising, of course. He was holding out on her, too. Neither of them had any reason to trust the other. The entire history of their relationship was one of crushed hopes and dreams. The past had left too many scars.

Nick tried to focus on his job. He needed to keep a sharp lookout for trespassers who might be trying to sneak onto the pueblo to document Tewa rites.

A few hundred yards from the rural post office, he caught a glimpse of several people gathered below in a small, brush-lined arroyo. It was deep enough to hide all but the tops of their heads.

“Eden, there’s something going on down there I have to check out. Stay in the unit until I get back.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know, maybe a fight. Lock the doors when I get out and stay inside, okay?”

Nick left the gravel road and parked the vehicle behind a line of junipers. After reporting his position to the dispatcher, he slipped out of the Jeep and crept forward noiselessly toward the scene of activity.

It wasn’t long before he had a clear view. Two men were holding his uncle Thomas by the arms as the third punched him repeatedly. The broad-shouldered pueblo men had slicked-down hair, wore bolo ties, snake-skin boots, and had on fancy western-cut shirts. That was practically a uniform for the casino muscle he’d seen a few times. Ever since legal gambling establishments had opened on several nearby pueblos, crime had been on the rise.

Nick stepped out into the open, resting his hand on the butt of his pistol. “That’s enough,” he yelled out. “Let the man go.”

The goon who’d been hitting Thomas spun around. Seeing Nick was a cop, he sucker-punched Thomas one more time in the gut, and then took off running with his pals.

The sound of a door slamming caused Nick to glance back. Eden was walking in his direction, pretending to talk to another officer just out of view. Nick realized she was trying to back him up by making it appear that he wasn’t alone. He had to smile. That was the Eden he knew. She could always be counted on to help someone in trouble.

Nick went to his uncle’s side and slowly helped him up. Thomas seemed dazed, but he recognized Nick. Glancing across the arroyo, Nick saw that the men who’d assaulted Thomas had already reached an SUV parked on the other side. He’d never catch up to them now.

“Hey, nephew,” Thomas managed, trying to crack a smile as he struggled to catch his breath. “And Eden. When did you join the force?”

Nick saw Eden approach, carrying his nightstick like a baseball bat. “I thought you were going to stay in the unit where you’d be safer,” Nick said harshly.

Knowing she’d put herself at risk to help him made him realize that she still cared about him. But the undeniable fact that the knowledge pleased him, was disturbing in itself. If there were two people in the world who were better off without each other, it was Eden and him. “What if they’d been carrying guns? Did you think of that?” he added.

“Admit it, Nick. I helped out a lot,” she said with a tiny smile and handed him the night stick. “Those thugs punching your uncle took off right away when they thought another officer or two were coming to help you.”

“It could have backfired,” Nick grumbled, then turned to his uncle. “Who sent the muscle? I want some names,” he clipped. “What casino are they from?”

“I’m not pressing charges, so you’re wasting your time.”

“If I’m right, those aren’t the kind of men who just fade away. They’ll be back, and next time I may not be around to rescue your butt.”

Thomas nodded slowly, shaking off Nick’s helping hands. “I didn’t think they’d come looking for me, that’s all.”

“You owe them money?”

Thomas shrugged. “When didn’t I owe somebody money? Don’t worry about it. I’ll find my own way out of this.”

“I don’t think it’ll be that easy. Once they’ve got their hooks into you, they don’t like to let go.”

“True, true,” Thomas said. “But I’ll come up with the cash somehow. I always have an ace up my sleeve, nephew. You must know that by now.”

He had a gut feeling his uncle was referring to the diary, but if that were the case, Thomas had a few surprises coming. Neither he nor Jake would ever pay a ransom for that diary, or allow themselves to be blackmailed like their father had been. And the pueblo residents whose secrets were in that journal were probably less able to pay blackmail than either him or Jake.

“A funny thing can happen when you have a card up your sleeve,” Nick warned slowly. “It can fall out onto the table anytime and, once people know you for what you are, you’ll suddenly find that there’s no place to hide. Trouble will find you no matter where you go.”

Eden took a tissue from a small packet and began to dab a cut above Thomas’s eyebrow.

Thomas seemed content to accept Eden’s care, but Nick knew what was going through his mind. His uncle was weighing his options and looking for a way to avoid answering questions.

“Have you been by the ranch lately?” Nick asked. He took his uncle’s arm as Eden finished, and led him toward the tribal vehicle.

Thomas slowed down imperceptibly, then matched Nick’s pace again. “Why that particular question?” Thomas gave Nick a speculative glance and, as Nick opened the rear door of the tribal unit, got inside.

Thomas hadn’t denied it. More than ever, Nick suspected that Thomas had the diary. Thomas wouldn’t have been so cagey if he hadn’t had something to hide.

“I owe you one, nephew, and Eden, too,” he said as they got underway. “Things could have gone very badly for me in that arroyo if you hadn’t come along. So tell me straight out what I can do to repay you.”

As they reached the developed area of the pueblo, Nick glanced back at Thomas. His face had been bruised in several places and his left eye was starting to swell shut, but he’d be okay. “What I can always use from you, uncle, is information.”

Thomas wiped his face clean with a handkerchief and straightened his shirt. When they entered the Plaza, he gestured toward the soda machine in front of the Cultural Center. “Let’s stop there. You can buy your old uncle something cold to drink, and we’ll talk.”

Nick pulled into an empty parking space, parked, then led the way to the covered porch by the Center. Placing several quarters in the machine, he pulled out three cans of soda, tossed one to his uncle and handed another to Eden. “Tell me, Uncle, did you come to my niece’s naming ritual last month? It was a big day for our family, but I don’t remember running into you then.”