Page 78 of The Promise of Jenny Jones
Graciela made a choking sound. “But if we leave, he’ll die!”
Reaching across Ty’s bloody shirt, she caught Graciela’s hand and squeezed it gently, swallowing the scream bubbling in her throat. “I’m going to ask you to do something that I know you don’t want to do.”
“What?”
“I want you to go stand by the horses and let me and your uncle Ty speak privately.”
“I don’t want to.” But she slowly pushed to her feet and dragged her feet toward the horses, where she stood, looking back at them, wringing her hands together.
Jenny accepted a slug from the mescal bottle, passed it back to him. She took his hand and held it firmly. “Drink up, cowboy. I want you drunk as a skunk before I go poking around your insides. Least I can do is give that bullet a try. Better I kill you than let the desert or Luis do it.”
He squeezed her hand. “No sense putting either of us through that.” His steady gaze told her that he saw his future. “You need to get her somewhere safe. Leave me a canteen and a loaded pistol.”
Oh God, oh God, oh God. She gazed into his eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this, Ty. Just ride away and leave you here,” she said in an unsteady voice, blinking hard.
“Listen to me, darlin’. There’s no sense all three of us waiting for the vultures. Now you know I’m right.” He clenched his jaw, waited a minute, then continued talking. “How close is the next village, do you figure?”
“You’ve been through these parts. There isn’t much of anything between Chihuahua and El Paso Del Norte. No place where they’d have a surgeon or a doctor. Best we can hope for is a local healer and some luck.”
He nodded. “You’ll have to see to it. I can’t ride. Couldn’t get back on that horse in a month of Sundays.”
She stared at him through a film of tears. “I can’t do it, Ty. I can’t ride out of here and leave you to die alone in the sun and the desert. I cannot fricking do that.”
His grip tightened when she would have snatched her hand away. “Listen to me. If you stay here, Graciela dies right along with you and me.”
“Someone might come along and—”
“And they might not. Or it might be some more goddamned Barrancas cousins. Luis is still out there unless you killed him, and I missed seeing it.”
She shook her head, cursing Luis Barrancas.
“Jenny? Look at me. You made a promise. You gave your word to take her to Robert. Now get on that horse and go. Right now. You think I want you and Graciela sitting here watching me die? Get the hell out of here.”
Moaning, she leaned forward and beat her fists on the ground. If she stayed, she might be able to save his life. Maybe. Maybe someone would happen along with food and water.
“Jenny,” he said quietly, “there aren’t any promises between you and me. But you made a promise to a woman who died in your place.”
She lifted her head and screamed at him. “Just shut up about that! Don’t you think I know it?” Right now, she hated Graciela. If it wasn’t for the risk to Graciela, she’d stay here with Ty and take her chances. But she couldn’t do that. She had made a promise to a dying woman, and now a dying man was telling her that she had to honor that promise.
“And I made a promise to my brother. I’m depending on you to keep your promise and mine.”
“I know it, I know it. Oh Ty. Oh God.” Hands gripping desert sand, she dropped her head and felt the scald of tears burn her eyes. “Don’t die,” she whispered. “I’ll send someone back for you. Just don’t die. Hang on.”
“That’s my girl,” he said softly, tipping the Mescal bottle to his lips. “Jenny? I have no right to ask this, but… wait at the ranch for a month. Will you do that?” A painful lopsided grin twisted his mouth. “I’m feeling lucky. I’ll come for you.”
She lifted her head, tears glittering in her eyes. “You stupid son of a bitch! Why’d you have to go get yourself shot?” Raising on her knees, she leaned forward and kissed him hard on the lips. Then, staring into his eyes, she shouted for Graciela. “Come over here and say goodbye to your uncle. We’re leaving.”
Graciela ran forward and dropped to her knees beside him. “No! I won’t leave you! We have to stay together!”
Ty touched her cheek. “You go with Jenny. I’ll meet up with you both at the ranch.”
Graciela dashed tears from her eyes. “Please don’t die, Uncle Ty. Please don’t die! I’ll pray real hard for you.”
Jenny stood and looked down at him. “Is there anything you want me to tell Robert or your mother?” The talking was making him weaker. And looking at him was killing her by slow degrees. His pale face, the sweat on his brow and upper lip, the blood drying on his shirt. Oh God, oh God, oh God.
“Tell them… oh hell, just tell them to take care of my girls.” His eyes urged her to go, then flickered with pain when Graciela threw herself on him, sobbing.
“Do you have everything you need?” Jenny whispered. She picked Graciela up and slung the kid over her shoulder. She saw the canteen and pistol in his lap, and the bottle of mescal before her vision blurred. She’d also seen the effort he made to appear alert, to remain conscious.
