Code of the Wolf by Susan Krinard Page A

for you, Leroy,” he said. “Me for the woman.”
    Silas giggled, but Leroy was listening. “What’s your relation with these females, Constantine?”
    â€œThey saved my life.”
    â€œYou want me to believe you’d give yourself up for some bitch you hardly know?”
    â€œThat’s right. I’ll ride with you, unarmed. Once we’re at the pass, you let the woman ride back, and you can do whatever you want with me.”
    Leroy’s eyes narrowed in calculation. He was smart enough to realize that Jacob would never expect him to keep his part of the bargain, and he had a hard time believing Jacob would keep his.
    But he couldn’t resist the temptation. “Okay,” he said. “I want to see you strip buck naked so I can make sure you don’t have any weapons on you. And you tell them bitches to keep away.”
    â€œI need proof the woman’s alive and well enough to ride.”
    Leroy jerked his head at Silas, who knelt beside Bonnie and turned her over. Her jaw was already black-and-blue from a nasty blow, but there was no visible blood on her clothes.
    She groaned and tried to push Silas away. He helped her sit up, and she opened her eyes.
    â€œJacob?” she whispered.
    â€œI’m here. You save your strength.”
    â€œAll right, Constantine,” Leroy said. “Throw your duds and gear down there, then climb up top and tell them females not to fire afore you come back.”
    Without hesitation, Jacob began to remove his clothes. He unbuckled his gun belt, set his belt knives in their sheaths on the ground, took off his bandanna and vest and shirt, pulled off his boots, and removed the tiny knife in its boot sheath. When he’d taken off the rest, Leroy gestured sharply with his gun.
    Jacob knew he could Change in an instant and be on the men before they recovered from the shock. The Code was plain about bargains and promises: you didn’t break your word, even if you were dying. But he’d been careful in his agreement with Leroy; he’d agreed to ride out with them, but hadn’t made any promises about what he would do before.
    Still, something held him back. He didn’t want to risk Serenity seeing him Change. She had enough to worry about without facing that kind of terror.
    But he still had his superior speed and strength. He began to climb up the side of the arroyo, letting his feet slip as if he found the effort difficult. As soon as his eyes reached ground level, he saw Serenity flat on the ground a few yards away, rifle in hand, waiting for the chance to get near the ravine. She met his gaze, her eyes dark with emotion and fear.
    But not for herself. He knew that as clearly as if she had told him.
    He turned his head to search out the other woman he could smell nearby. She was crouched a few yardsaway on the other side of the arroyo, ready to fire her own Winchester.
    â€œTell them!” Leroy snapped behind him.
    The muzzle of a gun poked into the small of Jacob’s back. He dug his fingers into the dry, crumbling dirt at the lip of the arroyo. It began to disintegrate under his grasp.
    â€œSerenity!” he shouted. “Don’t—”
    The soil under his hand gave way, and he fell backward. Leroy cursed as he buckled under Jacob’s weight, firing blindly. The bullet just missed Jacob’s hip. A second bullet flew over his head as he spun around and knocked Leroy’s gun from his hands.
    Silas’s hands were shaking, but he had moved within point-blank range and was about to shoot Jacob through the heart. His finger twitched on the trigger.
    The gun never went off. The muzzle of a rifle poked over the edge of the arroyo, and a bright red blossom opened on Silas’s shirt. He opened his mouth, staggered and fell.
    â€œJacob!” Serenity cried. “Are you all right? Is Bonnie—”
    He was distracted for one fatal instant. Leroy scrambled up, dodged Jacob’s