Brave Are the Lonely
Fevered Hearts #2
When the spirit fever struck a town, a village or an outpost, it left few if any survivors. The white man blamed the Indian saying they used their mojo on them. The Indians blamed the white man for angering the spirits. The survivors knew it didn't matter. The Fevered were forever changed
Padding over to the still, slumped form of the boy. He pressed a nose to his cheek. The wolf hurt. The boy waved a hand up to shove the wolf's cold face away from his. But the wolf remained undeterred, Cody shoved his nose harder against Kid.
"Dammit, Cody," Kid slurred. "Knock it off."
But the boy's eyes opened and then closed at the harsh light flooding the area. The sun was halfway up the sky. Kid groaned and dragged an arm across his face. "What the hell?"
Cody growled and gave Kid another shove until the boy finally sat up. Content he wasn't a prone target anymore, Cody spun in a slow circle, studying the area. The caravan was gone. All the wagons.
Head cocked, Cody's teeth bared.
Mariska stared at him, her mouth open in silent horror.
He stalked forward, tongue lolling against his teeth. He smelled no one else, just her.
She was alone.
Alone and lashed by sturdy ropes to the back wheel of her wagon.
Face to face, he glared at her.
The stink of her fear clogged his nose. The wolf arched his head, enjoying the tart scent of it.
"What the hell?" Kid stumbled to a halt next to him, a hand pressed to his head as though staving off the ache. Like the wolf, he stared at Mariska.
"Let me go." Cody's spitting kitten recovered from the shock stippling her features.
"I didn't tie you up, ma'am." Kid groaned. "And until I know who did and why the hell I feel like this, I think you can stay right there."
Mariska's gaze darted back to him. His lips peeled back from his teeth.
She'd better start explaining.