Perfect Assassin. Wendy Rosnau

of danger, but I trust the feelings. You must take her quickly away from here.”

      Jacy noticed his grandmother’s tired eyes. “You’re exhausted. These visions are too hard on you.”

      “My vision saved her life for a reason. We cannot question why. Go now.”

      “Two days ago I gave Tate hell for letting you take off alone. Now you want me to walk away after I’ve found you?”

      “Yes, I do. The airplane is on the west slope. Tell Billy it is above Bottom Out Creek. I will be there waiting, issohko.”

      Jacy nodded. “I’ll take her to the cabin and then come back up with Billy. Vic was getting ready to leave and head back to Washington, but I’ll tell him he’s going to have to delay that for a few days. He can take care of her until we get back.”

      Koko walked back to the young woman and knelt beside her. Tucking the blankets back around her, she said, “It is important that you get your leg tended to as soon as possible. I will see you in a few days, sisttsi nan.”

      “What? You’re not coming?”

      “Moon will take you down the mountain. He can go faster alone. You can trust my grandson. He knows these mountains as well as I do. He will take you to his cabin. There is help there.”

      Jacy went back down the trail for Pete. He gave his grandmother his supplies and the food he had left. Then he lifted the young woman and put her on Pete’s back, carefully hooking her injured leg around the saddle horn.

      A soft, but firm word to his horse to stand still, and Jacy mounted the long-legged gelding and pulled the young woman back and tucked her securely against him, then gathered up the reins.

      “I’ll be back for you,” he told Koko, “with Billy and Tate.”

      “I will leave a trail for you to follow up the mountain, and keep a fire vigil at the crash site.” She looked in Jacy’s supply bag he’d given her. “There is enough food here for two days.”

      “I’ll see you in the morning,” Jacy promised. To the young woman seated in front of him, he said, “Put your arm around my waist and hang on tight. The ride will be rough.”

      “I’ve never ridden a horse before,” she whispered against his chest.

      “That you remember.”

      “Ja, that I remember.”