Secret of Deadman's Ravine

As he took a bite of pie, he noticed Arlene had stopped talking and was staring toward the front door.

A man in his early thirties who Glen had never seen before stood in the doorway as if looking for someone but not seeing them, turned and left, letting the door close behind him.

“Who was that?” Glen asked, seeing Arlene’s obvious interest.

“The fella who’s renting the old McAllister place,” Arlene whispered. “Bridger Duvall. Sounds like the name of an actor. Or a name he just made up. No one knows anything about him. Or why he rented that old farmhouse, since he hasn’t shown any interest in raising a thing. He was downright rude when Violet and I went out there to welcome him to the area.”

Glen could well imagine what Arlene’s welcome visit was all about—and no doubt the man had, as well, the moment he laid eyes on Violet.

“I wonder,” Arlene said slowly. “You know he showed up about the same time Eve returned to town.” Her eyes widened. “What if he’s the man who broke Eve Bailey’s heart?”

And this, Glen thought, was how rumors got started.

SHERIFF CARTER JACKSON felt his breath catch in his throat as he stared down into the ravine. The spot of light blue hadn’t moved and, from this angle, he couldn’t tell what it was but he had a bad feeling it was Eve Bailey.

He raised his binoculars. The light blue moved. He felt his heart lift like helium. Eve Bailey rose from where she’d been almost hidden in the rocks. He watched her work her way slowly up the slope head down, oblivious to him standing high above her. She climbed the rocks with fluid if exhausted movements.

Carter found himself grinning, overjoyed that she was all right, glad he would be able to take good news back to the Whitehorse Community Center.

Now that he knew she was alive, though, he wanted to wring her neck. What the hell had she been thinking riding out like that yesterday afternoon? Maybe more to the point, what was she doing down in that ravine to begin with?

“I’ve found her,” he said into the two-way radio. “She looks like she’s all right. I’m going down to get her out. Bring the horse to the top of the ravine.” He gave a reading from his GPS.

Titus Cavanaugh came back over the radio an instant later, sounding equally relieved. “We’re not far from you. Glad to hear the good news.”

Carter dismounted and, taking his pack with his rescue gear, started to work his way down the rocky slope. His earlier exhilaration at seeing that she was alive was dampened at the thought of what her reaction would be to seeing him. It had been years, but he doubted she would have forgotten the way things had ended between them.

Eve had taken off for college right after high school graduation and he hadn’t seen her since. He knew she’d come back for holidays to see her parents and sisters, but she’d made a point of avoiding him. And since he lived in Whitehorse, he’d had no reason to go out of his way to see her.

In fact, the way even the mention of Eve set Deena off, he’d stayed as far away as he could from Old Town—and Eve Bailey.

He was pretty sure Eve hated him. Not that he could blame her. Or maybe she hadn’t given him a thought since the day she left.

He wished he could say the same.

As he cut off her ascent up the rocky ravine, he realized he was nervous about seeing her. This was crazy. Hell, it had been years. She’d probably forgotten that night in the front seat of his old Chevy pickup behind her parents’ barn.

Just then she looked up and he knew Eve hadn’t forgotten— or forgiven him.

Chapter Four

Eve Bailey looked up at the sound of small loose rocks cascading down the side of the ravine. For a moment, she was blinded by the sun and thought she had imagined the dark silhouette of a man working his way down the slope toward her.

But she would have recognized Sheriff Carter Jackson just by the way he moved even if she hadn’t seen the glint of the star on his uniform shirt. Her breath caught at the sight of him. Surprise, then that old chest-aching pain kicked in before she could vanquish it with anger.

“Stay there,” he called down to her in a deep voice that had once done more than made her poor heart pitter-patter.

She defied her heart to beat even a second faster at the sound of his voice as she stopped to get control of herself. Wasn’t that just her luck? Rescued by the one person on earth she’d never wanted to lay eyes on again.

She leaned against one of the large rocks, not wanting to admit how glad she was to see another human being, though. She felt weak with relief. That and hunger and dehydration and exhaustion. She hadn’t let herself even consider what she would do once she reached the top of the ravine. She’d have had miles more to walk and, the truth was, she would have never made it, and she knew it.

She wanted to sit down and cry, she was so relieved. But why did her rescuer have to be Carter Jackson? When she’d come home, she’d known she would see him eventually. Whitehorse was too small for her not to run into him.

But the last thing she wanted was for him to see her like this, at her most vulnerable. With Carter, she needed all her defenses, and right now she couldn’t have felt more defenseless.

She pushed off the rock, determined not to show any weakness as she started to climb again.

Moving had kept her alive. She was cold and hurt and barely able to keep going. But she’d known that with her clothing still damp, if she’d stopped she would have died. It had been a realistic fear given the temperature earlier this morning and the fact that even with the sun now blazing down, she couldn’t seem to get warm.

But there was another reason she’d kept moving. She didn’t want to think about what she’d discovered down in the ravine. She shivered at the memory of what she’d had to do to survive. That was her, Eve Bailey, the survivor. Isn’t that what she’d heard her whole life? Just like her mother, she thought bitterly.

The climb down the cliff from the plane had been harrowing. She’d fallen more than once, her hands raw, her left ankle killing her.

All she’d known was that she had to find a way down, then back up out of the Breaks no matter how long it took. Given that the crashed plane had apparently never been discovered, she’d figured there was little chance of anyone finding her unless she got off that rock ledge.

She’d been sure it would be days before anyone even realized she was missing, since she lived alone and doubted anyone had seen her ride out yesterday afternoon. Mostly, she worried about her horse. The mare would have gotten out of the storm, but where was she now? Eve loved that horse and couldn’t bear it if something had happened to her.

A shadow fell over her. She stopped climbing and looked up, having lost track of time again.

Sheriff Carter Jackson stood on the rocks just above her, his hand outstretched. She didn’t look at his face as she reluctantly took his hand and let him pull her up onto a large flat rock, too tired to protest. Her legs gave out and she sat down hard, no longer strong enough to even pretend she was tougher than she was.

Without a word, Carter slipped off his backpack and, opening it, handed her a bottle of water.

“Have you seen my horse? Is she all right?” Eve asked before taking a drink, a catch in her throat.

“Your horse is fine. She returned to the ranch this morning. That’s what started the search for you.”

“Just like Lassie,” she said, near tears, and took a long gulp of the water to hide her relief.

“Just like Lassie,” he said with a smile. “Her tracks led us to you.”

She kept her focus on the water bottle, furious that all it took to transport her back to their senior year in high school was his smile. She could feel him studying her, his look gentle, concerned. Just as he’d been the night he took her virginity in his old pickup behind her family’s barn.

Her hands were shaking, legs trembling, the past twenty-four hours taking their toll. Behind her eyes, she could feel tears welling up. She hurt all over, some of those bruises from years ago and her last encounter with Carter Jackson.

She bit her lip and took another drink as she heard him dig in his pack again. Was he thinking about that night in his pickup? More than likely he was thinking what a fool she’d been to ride so far without water or food, let alone proper clothing.

“Here,” he said, and handed her a candy bar.

She took the candy, struggling with the wrapper, her fingers refusing to work properly.

Covering her with his shadow, Carter leaned down to take the candy bar from her, ripped the paper open and handed the bar back to her without a word.

“Thanks.” She’d known Carter Jackson all of her life. They’d gone to the same one-room schoolhouse through elementary school before being bused into Whitehorse for high school.

There’d been something between them from the moment she’d punched him in the nose in grade-school recess to the first time he’d kissed her, something she’d mistaken for love long before she’d given herself to him in his old Chevy pickup.

She brushed a lock of hair back from her face, knowing she must look a mess. “Go on and say it. I know you’re dying to. I was an idiot for riding this far out yesterday without any provisions.”

“You don’t need a lecture,” he said quietly. “You’ve been through enough.”

So true, she thought, studying him. Problem was he had no idea what she’d been through. Not years ago when he dumped her for Deena Turner—certainly not last night.

Carter said nothing as he reached into the pack again and this time took out a pair of rolled-up jeans, a flannel shirt and jacket. “McKenna got these for you from your house.”

She stared at his handsome face for a moment, the devoured candy bar like a lump in her stomach. Tears burned her eyes. She’d been so scared, so afraid she’d never get back to the ranch, never see the people she cared about again that she hadn’t realized how much she’d scared her family and neighbors. Of course, they would be worried sick about her.

If it had been anyone but Carter who’d found her, she would have wept with joy at being rescued. But she couldn’t break down, not with Carter—and trying not to cry had left her raw with emotion.

She took the dry clothing, desperately needing to get moving before she couldn’t anymore. The sugar from the candy bar was trying to jump-start her dog-tired body, but knowing that she no longer had to push herself to get home again all she wanted to do was curl up on a warm rock and sleep for a week.

“The…underwear is in the jacket pocket,” Carter said, sounding almost shy as he turned his back to let her change.

She couldn’t help but remember the last time he’d handed her her clothes. She’d been naked then, though, and even more vulnerable than she was now.

The warm, dry clothing felt wonderful, although it took her a while to get her wet clothes off, her movements awkward and slow. She realized how close she’d been to hypothermia, how close she’d been to dying if she’d stopped even to rest too long earlier.

As she pulled on the jacket, she hugged herself, feeling warmer for the first time in what seemed like days.

With a start she remembered what she’d left in the pocket of her wet jeans. Quickly she checked to make sure Carter’s back was still turned before she reached into the front pocket of her dirty torn jeans and, with shaking fingers, transferred the rhinestone pin she’d found in the plane to her clean jeans pocket before saying, “All done.”

He turned to look at her. “Better?”

She nodded, fearing he could see the guilt written all over her face. But maybe he didn’t know her as well as she knew him. Maybe he never had.

He handed her another bottle of water, picking up the empty one from where she’d placed it on a rock and putting it back into his pack.

She opened the cap and took a long drink, trying to get control of her emotions. She could feel the weight of her old feelings for him heavy in her stomach. Just as she could feel the sharp edges of the rhinestones poking her upper thigh, prodding her conscience.

She dug for anger to steady herself, recalling the morning she reached school to find out that after being with her, Carter had been with Deena Turner. Deena had told everyone at school and announced that they were going steady. Nothing hurt like high school, she thought, but even the memory couldn’t provide enough anger to balance out her guilt.

She had to tell Carter about the plane.

Even if it meant betraying her own family.

CARTER STUDIED EVE, worried. He knew her too well, he realized, even after all these years. One of the things he’d always liked about her was her directness. She said what was on her mind.

But he could see that she was fighting more than exhaustion, as if trying too hard not to let him know just how bad last night had been. The fact that she hadn’t said anything made him fear she was in more trouble than being caught without her horse in a storm in the Breaks.

“I am curious how you lost your horse, though,” he said as he stuffed the dirty clothing she’d rolled up into his pack. “You get bucked off?”

Her head jerked up, her dark eyes hot with indignation. “You know darned well I haven’t been thrown from a horse since I was—”

“Nine,” he said. “I remember.” He remembered a lot of things about her, including her stubborn pride—and the moonlight on her face their last night together.

Her eyes narrowed as if she, too, remembered only too well things she would prefer to forget.

“McKenna told me that you and your mom had words just before you rode out yesterday,” he said.

“McKenna,” Eve said like a curse. “Did she also fill you in on what it was about?”

He shook his head. “Apparently she didn’t hear that part.”

Eve gave him a wan smile. Nothing more.

“How’d you come to be way down there? It’s not like you to end up without your horse in the bottom of a ravine.”

“You don’t know what I’m like anymore,” she snapped, looking back down the steep rocky slope.

“Okay, if you don’t want to tell me…” he said as he slung the pack over his shoulder.

“I found something.” She said it grudgingly.

He looked down at her, hearing something in her voice that instantly set his heart racing. She was biting down on her lower lip, looking scared. “What?”

“Hey down there!” Errol Wilson called from the top of the gulch. “Everything all right?” A shower of small rocks cascaded down just feet from them.

“She’s fine,” Carter called back, irritated at the interruption. “Make sure everyone stays back. The ground is unstable and breaking off up there.”

“Sure.” Errol sounded disappointed, either that the rescue adventure was over already or that Carter had shooed him away.

When Errol stepped away, disappearing from the edge, Carter turned again to Eve. He’d seen Eve Bailey vulnerable only once before. He shoved aside the memory of her in his arms, her bare skin pressed to his, the windows steaming up on his old Chevy pickup….

“You found something?” he repeated.

She rubbed her ankle, wincing as if it hurt. “I found a body.”

He felt his stomach clench even as he told himself she had to be mistaken. He’d had his share of calls from residents who’d uncovered bones and erroneously thought they’d found human remains.

Eve shook her head as if she still couldn’t believe it herself. She drained the contents of the second water bottle before she spoke. “It was in a plane that had crashed in the ravine.”

“An airplane?” he echoed as he looked down into the deep gorge and saw nothing. If there’d been a plane crash out here, he’d have heard about it.

“It was a small one, a four-seater,” she said, her voice sounding hollow. “It’s been there for a long time.”

“Where?”

She glanced to the west. “Back that way. I’m not sure how far. I lost track trying to find a way out of there. But I’ll know the ravine when I see it.”

He hoped so, but the ravines all looked alike and in the state she was in… “The pilot was still in the plane?” he asked, thinking about the body she’d said she found.

“Not the pilot,” she said without looking at him. “One of the passengers.” She raised her eyes, locking with his for just an instant before she looked away again.

She’d found a crashed airplane in a ravine with the body of one of the passengers still in it and she hadn’t said anything about it until now? The old Eve Bailey would have blurted it out the moment she saw him.

But then he and the old Eve Bailey had been friends. Lovers. The old Eve Bailey would have trusted him.

Maybe she was right. Maybe he didn’t know her anymore. But he knew that wasn’t the case. Because just looking into her face, he’d seen that she hadn’t wanted to tell him about the plane.

The realization shocked him. Why would she keep something like that to herself?

He took a breath and let it out slowly. “You say the plane looked as if it had been there for a while?”

“Thirty-two years.”

He sat down on a rock across from her so they were eye to eye. “What makes you think it’s been there for thirty-two years?”

She continued rubbing her ankle for a moment before looking up at him. “There was a logbook in the cockpit. The last entry was February seven, 1975.”

Carter couldn’t believe this. His grandfather and father, both crop dusters, lived and breathed airplanes. They would have known about a missing plane. There would have been a search for the plane and, when found, the body removed even if it was impossible to get the plane out.

Unless the plane had never been reported missing.

He looked at Eve and felt a jolt. There was more.

“The passenger in the plane,” she said, her voice almost a whisper. Her gaze met his. “He has a knife sticking out of his chest. At least I think it was a man.”

From above them came the sound of more voices, the whinny of horses and more small rocks showering down.

Carter rose, shaken. “I’m going to ask you not to say anything about this to anyone,” he said to her.

She looked up at him and nodded slowly.

“Do you think you can tell me where you found the plane?” he asked.

She shook her head. “It’s hidden. If not for the storm, I wouldn’t have seen anything down there. I’ll have to take you to it.”

“No, you need to go back with the search party so you can get medical treatment, food, rest.”

“I’m fine.” She rose to her feet with obvious difficulty. “I assume you brought me a horse?”

“Titus has one up on top for you, but Eve—”

“I told you, I’m fine.” She glanced toward the canyon far below them, then at him as if she could read his mind. “Don’t worry, I can find the plane again. Maybe you’ve forgotten, but I grew up here. I know this country.”

Unlike Deena, the woman he’d dumped her for. The woman he’d stupidly married, divorced and was still trying to get out of his life. Deena didn’t know one end of a horse from the other and she could get lost in the city park. Deena would never have survived five minutes out here last night.

“Eve—”

“I really need to get moving.”

He nodded, not even sure what he’d planned to say. Whatever it was, this wasn’t the time or the place to talk about the past. “I’ll be right behind you.”

They climbed out of the ravine, using the exposed rocks like steps. He could see that Eve was dead on her feet. She needed sleep, a hot shower, real food.

But she seemed to draw on some inner strength that the dry clothing and candy bar and water had little to do with. Eve was a strong woman. Isn’t that what he’d told himself so many years ago, that Eve Bailey was strong. She’d get over any pain he’d caused her.

He’d lied to himself because he couldn’t face the fact that he’d hurt Eve.

IT TOOK THE LAST of her resources to get to the top of the ravine, but Eve was bound and determined. She reached the top to cheers of the search party, making her feel even more foolish, as she apologized for wasting their time, although they all insisted it had been no trouble.

“So what happened?” Errol Wilson asked.

Whenever Eve saw Errol, she thought of Halloween night when she was five. Her father had taken her to a party at the community center. Her mother had stayed home, complaining of a headache.

In Eve’s excitement to tell her mother about the party, she’d been the first out of the truck and racing up the steps to the house when she thought she saw Errol Wilson hiding in the dark at the edge of the porch.

Startled, Eve had let out a bloodcurdling scream and tripped and fell, skinning her knees. Her father had come running, but when Eve looked toward the end of the porch, there wasn’t anyone there.

She’d tried to tell her parents that she’d seen a scary man, but they hadn’t believed her, saying she’d just imagined it.

All Eve knew was that every time she saw Errol Wilson after that he seemed to have a smug look on his face, as if the two of them shared a secret. The smugness had only intensified after he’d seen her yesterday when he was coming out of her mother’s back door.

“Eve was thrown from her horse and ended up at the bottom of a ravine,” Carter said before Eve could answer.

She shot him a withering look. “I’d prefer that story not get back to my sisters, if you don’t mind. I will never live it down.”

Everyone laughed. Except Errol.

“Eve, you should know how hard it is to keep a secret in Whitehorse,” he said.

“Eve and I are going to take it slow on the way back,” Carter said, and looked over at Eve as if wondering what Errol had meant by that. “I’d appreciate it if the rest of you would go back and let everyone know that Eve is fine.”

“I know your mother will be relieved,” Errol said. “She worries about you. I’m glad I can relieve her mind.”

Eve couldn’t suppress a shudder as she saw him look back at her as he rode off with the others.

Apparently she and Errol Wilson now shared another secret. One he worried she would tell?

CARTER FROWNED as he saw Eve’s reaction to Errol. What had that odd exchange been about, he wondered.

As Eve reached for the reins of the horse Titus had brought her, Carter saw her wince with pain.

“Here,” he said, drawing her attention away from Errol. “Let me put something on your hands.”

“I’m fine,” she snapped.

“You’re not fine,” he said, hooking her elbow and pulling her over to a rock. “Sit down. You’re limping. You need that ankle wrapped. I can tell from here that it’s swollen. You also need something on your hands.”

Evidently she didn’t want him to touch her. He couldn’t blame her. In fact, he was still surprised she hadn’t laid into him, telling him off good. He knew she wanted to, so why was she holding back? Did she think he didn’t know he’d hurt her?

Finding the plane and the dead man inside must have shaken her up more than he could imagine. Or was something else bothering her, he wondered, as he looked to where Errol Wilson and the rest of the search party had ridden off.

Eve closed her eyes and leaned back as if soaking up the sun—and ignoring him as he gently wrapped her ankle.

Her hands were bruised and scraped raw. They had to be killing her. “This is going to burn,” he said as he turned up her palms and applied the spray.

She didn’t make a sound, her eyes closed tight. If it hadn’t been for the one lone tear that escaped her lashes, he would have believed it didn’t faze her.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Her eyes blinked open. He looked into that moist deep darkness and saw the pain and anger. “You didn’t hurt me.” She pulled back her hands. “Can we please get this over with?”

He nodded and put everything back into his pack. He didn’t kid himself. He’d pay hell before ever getting back in Eve’s good graces. It would be a waste of time to even try. She’d never forgive him and he couldn’t blame her.