«They — the Spanish were supposed to baptize Indians, too,» Eve said hurriedly.

She tried squirming off Reno’s lap. Each movement she made only served to increase the intimate contact.

She became very still.

«Were they?» he asked in a lazy voice.

«Yes. It says so right here.»

«Show me.»

Eve tried to find the page, but her fingers were clumsy, and Reno was holding the journal in such a way that she couldn’t turn more than one or two pages.

«Your thumb is in the way,» she said.

Reno made a throaty, questioning sound that ruffled her nerves almost as much as a physical touch.

«I can’t turn the pages,» she explained.

The rest of Eve’s words were lost in a stifled gasp as Reno’s mustache moved like a silk brush along her hairline. Goose bumps coursed up and down her arms.

«Then you hold the journal,» he said in a deep voice. «But if you try climbing off my lap again, I’ll lay you out on the ground, instead.»

Eve took the journal from Reno’s hands and began turning pages as though her life depended on finding out what the rest of the royal instructions to the Cristbbal Leon expedition had been.

Reno’s long, deft fingers began unbuttoning her jacket.

«Saving souls,» she said quickly. «They were trying to save souls.»

«I believe you mentioned that already.»

The jacket began to open, allowing the cool night air to wash Eve’s throat. She dosed her eyes and tried to breathe past her heart, which was lodged halfway up her throat.

«Somewhere he…he writes about seeking an overland route to the Spanish missions in California,» she said.

«Exploration,» Reno said deeply. «Man after my own heart. Go on, gata, read to me about undiscovered territory and treasures hidden within darkness.»

«They started up from New Spain and…»

Eve gasped softly as the last button on her jacket gave way beneath Reno’s gentle urging. The worn white gambler’s shirt that had once been Don Lyon’s glowed in the firelight as though made of satin.

«Don’t panic,» Reno said. «I’m not doing anything that we didn’t do before.»

«That’s supposed to make me feel better?»

«The Spanish started from New Spain,» was all Reno said. «And then what?»

«Then they came at the Rockies from the east…»

Her breath rushed out when long fingers stroked her throat lightly, caressing the frantic race of her pulse.

«…or maybe the west. I don’t know. I can’t…»

Reno released the first burton of her shirt.

«…can’t remember which direction they… they…»

Another button gave way. Then another.

«What did they find?» Reno asked softly as he pulled her blouse apart. «Gold?»

Eve dropped the book and grabbed the edges of her blouse. It was too late. Reno’s hands were already stroking bare skin, luring her body with promises of pleasure.

«Not right away. They found…they found…»

Eve’s voice frayed into a soft, ragged cry as her breasts changed in a rush, answering the caress of Reno’s hands.

«Stop,» Eve said.

But even she couldn’t have said if she meant the word for Reno or for herself. The sensual pressure of her hardened nipples was nudging against his palms.

«Pleasure, not fear,» he breathed against her neck. «We’ll burn down the mountains, gata. And then we’ll burn down the night.»

Eve twisted aside, all but falling to the ground as she pulled free of Reno’s knowing hands.

«No!»

For a few tense moments, Eve thought Reno was going to pull her right back onto his lap. Then he let out an explosive breath that was also a curse.

«It’s just as well, gata. If I keep touching you, I’ll have you.» He shrugged. «I don’t want to take my fancy lady into my sister’s home.»

Eve drew her jacket together with fingers that shook, but it was anger, not passion.

«That won’t be a problem, now or later,» Eve said.

«What?»

«My being your fancy lady.»

Reno’s eyelids flinched at the bitterness in her voice, but all he said was, «Going back on your word so soon?»

Eve’s head came up and her eyes burned as hotly as the fire.

«I agreed that you could try to seduce me,» she said tightly. «I didn’t guarantee your success.»

«Oh, I’ll succeed,» he drawled. «And you’ll be helping me every inch of the way. It will be the most fun you ever had paying off a debt.»

The white flash of Reno’s smile infuriated Eve.

«Don’t count on it, gunman. No girl wants a man who makes her feel like a slut.»

The change that came over Reno when he rode into the wide valley where Caleb and Willow made their home astonished Eve. The narrowed eyes and predatory alertness dropped away from him, revealing a man who was relaxed and quick to smile. She had thought Reno to be over thirty; now she decided he was years younger and worlds less hard.

Reno’s transformation alone was enough to make the valley appeal to Eve, but there was more. The setting itself was exceptionally beautiful, for the valley was open rather than crowded between towering mountain flanks. A silver-blue river glittered between banks graced by cottonwood trees. On the far side of the wide, lush valley, a cluster of mountain peaks rose in stark grandeur against a sapphire sky.

The snake-back rail fences that divided part of the valley into pastures looked as though they were only a season or two old. Fat cattle grazed calmly as Eve and Reno rode by, followed by the three packhorses. From a nearby pasture, a muscular red stallion trumpeted a call and galloped over to the visitors with his tail raised like a banner.

As the stallion approached, Whitefoot flicked his ears uneasily and stepped up his pace to hurry past. Reno’s mare wasn’t the least bit worried. She lifted her head to whinny an enthusiastic greeting to the red horse.

«Not this year, Darlin’,» Reno said, smiling as he reined in the dancing mare. «You’re the best dry-country horse I’ve ever had. Time enough for you to have Ishmael’s colts after I’ve found Spanish gold.»

Darlin’ chewed the bit resentfully, snorted, and made a halfhearted attempt to unload her rider.

Laughing, Reno rode out the mare’s displeasure with the same deceptively lazy ease he did so many things. Then he spurred Darlin’ lightly, sending her galloping up to the big log house where a woman wearing a white blouse and a full green skirt was just running out into the yard.

«Matt?» she called out to the rapidly approaching rider. «Is that you?»

«It’s me, Willy,» Reno said.

He reined the mare to a dancing stop and added dryly, «If it weren’t, Cal would have emptied Darlin’s saddle while we were admiring your Arabian stallion.»

«That’s a fact,» Caleb said, stepping out from the house.

«Still being bothered by Comancheros?» Reno asked, noting the rifle in the other man’s hands.

Caleb shrugged. «Drifters, Comancheros, gold hunters. Even had a pack of lords and ladies through while you were gone. Country’s getting too damn crowded in the summertime.»

«Lords and ladies, huh? Bet Wolfe didn’t think much of that.»

«Wolfe and Jessi weren’t here,» Willow said. «They’re still out seeing the sights.»

Reno smiled. If he had been Wolfe, he would have done the same thing-taken his beautiful young bride off in the wilderness and spent a lot of time alone.

«We heard they were over to the west,» Willow continued, «somewhere down in that maze of stone canyons. Jessi swore the honeymoon wouldn’t end until she had seen all of Wolfe’s favorite hideaways.»

«Maybe I’ll run into them in the red rock desert,» Reno said. «What about Rafe? Is he back yet?»

Willow shook her head, making her blond hair gleam in the high-country sunlight.

«He’s still off yondering, looking for a way through the canyon Wolfe told him about, the one so wide and so deep only the sun can cross it,» Willow said.