The Dark-Hunters, page 601
Jess reached deep inside and tapped the only other power he did his best not to use. One so strong and painful that later it would make him wish he were dead.
But first, it would save their lives.
Closing his eyes, he conjured a gun—and not just any gun. The one that had made him infamous. An 1887 lever-action Winchester with a five-round tubular magazine. Not that it would need that tonight. His powers would make sure he didn’t run out of rounds.
The smell of blood permeated his nostrils. His nose always bled whenever he accessed this power, which was why he almost never used it. That and the vicious headache he’d have later from it. So much for Dark-Hunters not getting those.
But if it kept her safe, it was worth it.
Abigail froze as she caught sight of Jess approaching her with long, determined strides. The desert wind whipped at his long black duster, stirring it back from his muscled body. The grim lethal glare on his chiseled features promised the tsi-nooks hell-wrath and then some. This wasn’t the tender man who’d made love to her while cramped in a tiny car. Nor was it the goofball who joked with and teased her.
This was the fierce, cold-blooded killer who’d left legions of dead and a legend so terrifying that one marshal had surrendered his badge rather than take Jess’s horse into custody.
True story.
And Jess had been only seventeen at the time.
No wonder his partner had shot him in the back. She doubted anyone with a brain would ever assault this version of Jess Brady while he was facing them. Even she had a chill running down her spine as the hairs along her arms and neck raised. While she was pretty sure he wouldn’t hurt her, she really didn’t want to find out for sure.
Without breaking stride, he cocked the lever of the shotgun across his chest, took aim, and blew the tsi-nook closest to her apart.
She flinched in reaction to the ringing sound of the gun followed by the shrill scream of the tsi-nook. Blood from the creature sprayed all over her body. She tensed, unsure of what to expect from the blood touching her skin. Luckily, nothing happened.
Before she could think to breathe again, Jess kept firing, rapidly blowing apart every one of them in turn. Their screams echoed around her until the night swallowed the sound and silenced it forever.
Until he took aim at her head.
Eyes wide, she seized in terror. What did I do? Why would he kill me now? She stared straight into the barrel. Black and evil, it gave her a profound understanding of the people he’d killed.
Don’t. The word caught in her throat.
His features stone cold, he fired.
Abigail sucked her breath in sharply at the sound, expecting pain and a recoil that would knock her off her feet. Instead, she remained intact.
No pain. No impact.
Jess continued toward her, taking aim again. It wasn’t until he fired another round that she realized he was shooting past her and not at her.
Thank God, she hadn’t moved. Then he might have really killed her.
In fact, he didn’t stop shooting until he was standing right beside her. Only then did he put the gun down and scan the darkness to make sure there was nothing else out there.
The wind whistled around them, and out in the distance, she heard the cry of a single coyote. Though to be honest, she was amazed she could hear anything, given the last few minutes.
“Is that our friend?” she asked Jess.
“No.” Jess tilted his head back and sniffed the air like a lycanthrope might if it was tracking someone. “They’re bounty hunters.”
“Pardon?”
Jess’s memories burned as he was pulled back in time to age fifteen. Then, as now, there had been a chill in the warm air. But no one except him could feel it. Bart had left him holed up in a small dugout on the side of a mountain out in the middle of nowhere Arizona. A posse had been chasing after them, and he’d had nothing more than a handful of bullets.
He’d been dead asleep and then awakened to nothing other than his heart racing. As he tried to force himself back to sleep, he’d smelled that haunting stench that defied explanation.
It was the same odor he smelled on the wind now. He glanced over to Choo Co La Tah. “What’s going on?”
“We must get to the Valley. Quickly. Coyote is growing desperate.”
Putting his hands on his hips, Sasha stopped in front of them. “Coyote’s got boys.” He jerked his chin toward the bodies. “And a lot of them. What the hell did we just fight?”
Abigail was even more grateful to the wolf. “Thank you for asking. That’s what I wanted to know.”
Jess didn’t answer as he locked gazes with Choo Co La Tah. “What is out there?”
“You’re asking me a question you already know the answer to. And yes, they have been after you before.… Many times.”
Ren sighed. “They’re skinwalkers who lost wagers to Coyote. Now they serve as his bounty hunters.”
“They’re the same as you?” Abigail asked.
Ren shook his head. “I’m a shape-shifter, not a skinwalker. They are the nastiest of creatures. Evil so foul that it rots them from the inside out.” He turned to Jess. “That’s the odor you smell. Nothing else like it.”
Sasha growled. “What are their powers?”
“They can track as well as you do. Maybe better. They can shift forms, but only so long as they hold the pelt or feather of the animal they want to become next to their skin. Superhuman strength.”
Choo Co La Tah agreed. “And halitosis so bad, it could knock down a building.”
Great. Just great. Jess was really getting tired of being hunted. “I understand why they’re after us tonight. But I remember them chasing me when I was human.”
Sasha whistled. “Let’s come back to the why in a few. First things first. What the hell is lying in pieces on the ground around us? I’m Greek, remember? So all this is … non-Greek to me, which means I know nothing about it. And I need to know in the event I have to fight it again. Obviously shotguns are effective against them. What else?”
Jess rested his shotgun over his shoulder. “The term is tsi-noo. Tsi-nooks for the plural. Not to be confused with the Chinook Nation, because they have nothing to do with each other.… In short, they’re our version of Daimons.”
“Apollo curse them, too?”
Jess snorted at Sasha’s irreverent question. “No. They were humans who committed crimes so unspeakable and horrific that the winter winds turned their hearts to ice. Now they can only live off the souls of humans.”
“And they were one of Snake’s plagues,” Ren added. “Which means he and Coyote will be even more hell-bent on finding Old Bear’s.”
Sasha nodded as he listened. “Point taken there. Now, the important question, so pay attention, ye ADD degenerates. How the F do I kill them? ’Cause no offense, I was trying and they were kicking my ass all over the place. It really wasn’t pretty and didn’t do much for my ego, either. My only reprieve is that no one I have to face on a regular basis witnessed my beating. Don’t know why you wanted me here when I’m about as useful as a wart on Artemis’s bum.”
Smiling at his rant, Choo Co La Tah melted his staff back down to the bracelet, then coiled it around his wrist again. “Simple, Wolf. Like a Daimon, pierce the heart and the ice shatters inside. They die instantly. As you saw from Sundown, a shotgun will blow the heart apart and end them.”
Sasha narrowed his gaze on Jess. “How you know that, cowboy?”
“Didn’t. But a twelve-gauge round to the head or heart will take down just about anything. And if it doesn’t, kiss your ass good-bye and run like hell.”
Abigail crossed her arms over her chest and drummed her fingernails on her biceps. “By the way, you and I need to talk about how you got that gun when I know it wasn’t in the truck.” She raked him with a glance from head to toe that succeeded in making him flinch. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
Help …
How in the world could he be more afraid of her, a tiny little slip of a woman, than he’d been of the tsi-nooks?
“Um…”
“What was that?”
They all turned to look at Sasha, who was staring into the darkness.
Jess frowned. “What?”
Ren stepped back as if he might have heard it, too. “We need to get going.”
Sasha gestured toward the smoldering remains of the Bronco. “How? Are you an African swallow in another form or something?”
Choo Co La Tah scowled. “African swallow? What are you going on about now?”
“Oh c’mon, surely all of you get the Mon … ty … Python…” Sasha paused as if he remembered his audience. “Never mind.”
Jess rubbed at his jaw. “He’s right. It’s too far to walk, and with the exception of Sasha and Ren, we don’t have a ride.”
Choo Co La Tah pointed to the parked tractor trailers. “What about one of those?”
Jess considered it. “Someone might have left keys in one. Let’s go see.”
Abigail walked in the center of the men while she listened for another attack. It was so dark, she could barely see. There was a low-lying cloud cover that held back the stars. It made the air feel heavy. Ominous. Or maybe that was from the fact that she knew what was out to get her.
Without thinking, she reached out and took Jess’s rough hand. When he laced his fingers with hers, it warmed her in spite of the cold desert wind. She took strength from his nearness, and it made her wish that they didn’t have to do this.
Made her wish that she could find some way to end the nightmare and return to a normal life.
Your life was never normal.
That was certainly true. But for the first time, she wanted normality. She craved it now that it was too late to claim it. She’d already cast her die and come up bust.
One way or the other, her life was over. If by some miracle she did survive all of this and convince Choo Co La Tah not to sacrifice her to the spirits she’d offended, she had no doubt that one of the other Dark-Hunters would kill her for what she’d done.
There was no hope. Not now.
How could I have screwed up my life so badly?
The same way everyone did. She’d listened to and trusted the wrong people. Had put her faith and energy into the wrong things, only to learn too late that she shouldn’t have harbored hatred.
I’m so stupid.
Jess paused as they reached the trucks. He and Abigail searched the first one for keys while the others spread out to check the rest.
One by one, they reported failure.
“Hey!” Sasha shouted after a minute. “I don’t have keys, but this one’s open. Anyone know how to hot-wire?”
Ren gave him an arch stare. “Can’t you use your powers to start it?”
Sasha raked him with an equally offended sweep. “Can’t you?”
Abigail held her hands up. “Step aside, boys. I have the evil powers for this.”
Jess smiled as she climbed inside the cab and vanished under the dash. “My lady got mad skills,” he said, imitating the slang Sasha used.
Then he sobered as he realized what he’d done.
He’d claimed her. Publicly. But that wasn’t what shocked him. The fact that he truly thought of her like that did. She was a part of him now. Even though they hadn’t known each other long, she had breached his defenses and wormed her way into his heart.
Oh my God. The very idea terrified him.
He wouldn’t call it love.
Would he?
It wasn’t what he felt for Matilda by a long shot, and yet there were enough similarities that it left him wondering. When had he known he loved Matilda?
The day he’d realized he couldn’t live without her.
Bart had told him that he wanted to move on. That it was time for them to find a new base of operations. Normally, Jess would have been packed up in a few hours and been ready to ride. Instead, an excruciating pain had ripped him apart when he thought about not seeing Matilda again. It’d been so debilitating that it brought him to his knees.
Nothing had struck him like that since.
Not until he’d seen the tsi-nooks going after Abigail.
I would die for her. That fact hit him like a punch in the jaw. He really would. She had a power over him that not even Matilda had possessed. I’m so screwed.
The semi started up, startling him away from his train of thought.
Blinking, he realized the other men were staring at him like he’d grown a third head. “What?” he asked defensively.
Sasha snorted. “I have never in my extremely long life seen anyone take so long to answer a question. It’s like you went into your mind and got lost. You need a bread crumb, buddy?” He made a noise like he was calling his pet. “Here, Lassie, here. Come back, girl.”
Jess shoved at him. “Shut up. What did you ask me, anyway?”
Sasha slapped himself on the forehead and groaned. “Really? Good thing I didn’t tell you to duck a bomb.”
He started to respond, but Abigail’s frantic voice stopped him.
“Gentlemen. We have company.”
CHAPTER 15
The men climbed up the sides of the truck to see why Abigail had called them. Ren and Sasha on the passenger side, Choo Co La Tah and Jess on hers.
Jess stood in the open door with one hand braced against the top, looking down at her. “What is it, babe?”
Stunned, all she could do was point at the herd of … whatever it was, speeding toward them. The group was stirring up a huge cloud of dust in their wake. Not even the darkness could conceal their presence. Mostly because their number was just that impressive.
Some she knew to be tsi-nooks. Others were definitely coyotes, and the last group she assumed were the bounty hunters they’d been talking about.
Ren’s jaw went slack.
Jess’s tensed.
Sasha outdid them all. He laughed. “Now there’s something you don’t see everyday. Gah, I hope there’s no human roaming around with a video recorder or cell phone. Be a bitch to explain that. Easier just to kill them.”
Ren ignored him. “Did they open the Gate already?”
That would explain it.
But Choo Co La Tah shook his head. “They’re trying to scare us.”
“Working. ’Cause the wolf here is definitely feeling an ‘oh shit’ moment.” He glanced over to Abigail. “You wouldn’t want to change my diaper, would you?”
Jess shook his head at the wolf. He started to take the wheel from Abigail, then paused. “You know this is one of those moments when you think about the fact that you didn’t quite complete the plan.”
She frowned. “How so?”
He glanced around their small group. “Anyone know how to drive a semi?”
Ugh! She could kick herself for not thinking of that. Since they’d trained her to go after Dark-Hunters, Jonah had taught her the skill of hot-wiring—just in case she needed a quick getaway. She even knew how to start electronic and digital ignitions.
Why hadn’t she ever taken the time to learn a standard transmission?
Sasha and Ren exchanged a bemused stare. “I don’t drive,” they said simultaneously.
Her heart sank. Of course they didn’t. Ren flew as a bird and Sasha did that flashing thing. When would they have ever needed a driver’s license?
“Can’t you flash us out?” she asked Sasha.
He let out a fake, hysterical laugh. “My powers were strangled by a bitch-goddess as punishment for my gross stupidity. I’m lucky I can still flash myself, never mind other people. All I have is raw power and sexy fighting prowess. Well, okay, if I had to, I might teleport one, maybe two others. But I wouldn’t bet my better body parts on it.”
Ren frowned. “I didn’t think you could lose psychic powers.”
“You can’t, Dark-Hunter boy. But mine weren’t a gift. I was born with them. Total different standard. Lucky me.”
Jess arched a brow at her. “Can you drive it?”
“No. I can’t drive a stick at all. It’s why I took Andy’s car and not one of yours.”
“Oh, people, for goodness’ sake … Move over.” Choo Co La Tah pushed past Jess to take the driver’s seat.
Curious about that, she slid over to make room for the ancient.
Jess hesitated. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
Choo Co La Tah gave him a withering glare. “Not at all. But I figured someone needed to learn and no one else was volunteering. Step in and get situated. Time is of the essence.”
Abigail’s heart pounded. “I hope he’s joking about that.” If not, it would be a very short trip.
Ren changed into his crow form before he took flight.
Jess and Sasha climbed in, then moved to the compartment behind the seat. A pall hung over all of them while Choo Co La Tah adjusted the seat and mirrors.
By all means, please take your time. Not like they were all about to die or anything …
She couldn’t speak as she watched their enemies rapidly closing the distance between them. This was by far the scariest thing she’d seen. Unlike the wasps and scorpions, this horde could think and adapt.
They even had opposable thumbs.
Whole different ball game.
Choo Co La Tah shifted into gear. Or at least he tried. The truck made a fierce grinding sound that caused Jess to screw his face up as it lurched violently and shook like a dog coming in from the rain.
“You sure you don’t want me to try?” Jess offered.
Choo Co La Tah waved him away. “I’m a little rusty. Just give me a second to get used to it again.”
Abigail swallowed hard. “How long has it been?”
Choo Co La Tah eased off the clutch and they shuddered forward at the most impressive speed of two whole miles an hour. About the same speed as a limping turtle. “Hmm, probably sometime around nineteen hundred and…”
They all waited with bated breath while he ground his way through more gears. With every shift, the engine audibly protested his skills.
Silently, so did she.
The truck was really moving along now. They reached a staggering fifteen miles an hour. At this rate, they might be able to overtake a loaded school bus …
