Rio slipped his arm around her. “Those marks are made from caning. The bandits are known for using a cane on their victims. Tomas is notorious for it. I don’t think we’ve brought out a single kidnap victim without evidence and tales of caning.”
Rachael turned her face into Rio’s shoulder. “I’ m sorr y, Kim, I didn’t want anyone hurt. I thought if I slipped into the river, they’d think I drowned.”
“They would have found another reason to cane him,” Rio said, his fingers massaging the nape of her neck. “Tomas is sick. He enjoys other people’s pain.”
“What he says is the truth, Miss Wilson,” Kim agreed.
“Rachael. Call me Rachael, please.”
“She has trouble with her last name,” Rio offered.
Rachael glared at him. “You’re just so funny. You should be a stand-up comedian.”
“I didn’t even know Rio had a sense of humor,” Drake said, tossing a boyish grin over his shoulder at Rio.
“I don’t,” Rio answered ominously.
Tama hurried in, carrying several plants and roots. “These will heal you fast, Kim, and perhaps the cat too.”
“Did you send word to your father that you found Kim alive?” Rio asked.
“Right away. The wind carried the news. He will see the vision in his dreams and know Kim is well,”
Tama answered, busily tearing strips off one of the plants and throwing shredded green stems into a pot.
Rachael frowned as Rio nodded. “Is he saying Kim’s father will dream he’s alive and know it’s true?”
“Their father is powerful medicine man. The real thing. I believe he knows more about the plants in the forest, poisons, and visions than any man alive. If they sent him the news, he’ll pick it up in a vision, or dream, if you prefer to call it that,” Rio explained.
Rio didn’t sound as if he were teasing her, but she found the idea of sending news via visions a bit difficult to believe. “You don’t really think they can do that, do you?”
“I know they can do it. I’ve seen it done. I’ m not good at sending visions, but I’ve been on the receiving end. It’s better than the mail here in the forest,” Rio said.
Drake nodded in agreement. “Visions are dicey things, Rachael. You have to be adept at interpreting them.”
“Rachael?” Rio arched his eyebrow at Drake in warning.
“She asked to be called Rachael,” Drake pointed out, looking innocent. “I was being polite.”
A strange odor rose from the pot where Tama pressed leaves, petals, stems and roots from various plants into a thick paste. It wasn’t unpleasant, but smelled of mint and flowers, orange and spice.
Fascinated, Rachael watched carefully, ignoring the exchange between the men. “What is that?”
Tama smiled at her. “This will prevent infection.” He tilted the pot so she could see the brownish-green paste.
“Will it work on Fritz?” Rachael asked. “His wounds are draining and Rio’s been worried about him.”
“The leopard attacked him, nearly killed him,” Rio supplied. “He knew enough about me to know I’d choose to save Fritz and try to track him later.”
“So he’s familiar with the way you hunt.” Drake sounded worried. “Not too many people know the clouded leopards go along with you when we’re pulling a victim out of the bandits’ camps.”
Kim looked up from where his brother was applying a thick poultice to the worst of the lacerations on his chest. “Only your unit and a couple of my people, Rio.”
“No one in our unit would betray Rio,” Drake said. “We’ve been doing this together for years. We all depend on one another. I know if I’m wounded Rio’s going to pull my butt out of there. And if I’m captured, no one’s going to rest until they get me free. That’s the way it is, Kim.”
“And we do not sell out our friends for any amount of money,” Kim said quietly, with great dignity.
“No, your people would never consider money over friendship, Kim,” Rio agreed. “I don’t know where this traitor came from, or how he knows of me, but he is definitely one of ours, not one of yours.”