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now? We're stuck out here, you've got broken ribs, there's snow coming...Even if they can't land, maybe they can, you know, winch us up or something."

"Trust me. We have to be very careful right now." He looked vaguely apologetic. "It's not about you. It's about me."

Ah. I remembered what he'd blurted out when he'd first found me. Listen, we're in trouble. Bad trouble. We need you. Things have gone wrong. Like I was the go-to girl for that kind of thing. "What's happened?" I asked.

"That's the issue," he said. "I don't know. I don't know if it's an isolated issue, somebody who just doesn't like me, or a genuine power grab within the Wardens' organization. Until I know, you're just going to have to bear with me."

"And you want me to trust you?" I shook my head in admiration. "Unbelievable. So who's after you?"

"If I gave you a name, would you recognize it?" He sounded a little more snappy about that than was strictly necessary, really, and immediately looked sorry about it. "I told you. Trust me."

"If I didn't trust you, I'd be running like hell right now," I pointed out. "It's not like you could really stop me."

"Don't kid yourself. I've got skills."

"Apparently," I said. "Since you're not dead yet, which with your winning personality amazes me. I want to kill you, and I barely know you."

"Funny. I've said the same thing about you, once upon a time." He started to laugh. It turned into more coughing, alarmingly. "Damn. You know, I never get hurt unless I'm hanging around with you."

"If you'd just admitted you were hurt in the first place, maybe you wouldn't be this bad off right now. And what's that about, Mr. I Don't Need a Coat Because I'm the Tough-assed Mountain Man? Is this some kind of pissing contest with David?" No answer. Lewis pretended to be concentrating on the fire. "It is. David wasn't going to do you any favors unless you asked, and you weren't going to ask. Right? Jesus. Men."

"Shhhh," he said, and sat up.

"What?"

He shushed me again, urgently, and slipped the sleeping bag away from his shoulders. He reached in the backpack next to him and came up with the last thing, somehow, I expected to see in his hand.

Well, okay, not the very last. That would have been...a tulip or a Barbie doll or something. But a matte black semiautomatic pistol was pretty far down the list.

"What are you doing?" I kept it to an urgent hiss. He shushed me again, silently this time, and mimed for me to stay put while he got up. Oh, no way. I didn't remember anything about who I was, but I doubted it was in my general character to play it safe, especially when my currently assigned Sir Galahad had a punctured lung and a fifty-fifty chance of keeling over at any moment.

I got up, too, and whirled around at a sudden crash of brush to my right. If it was David, he was making an especially dramatic entrance this time...

It wasn't David.

There were two people stepping out of the underbrush. Naturally, I didn't recognize either one of them, but clearly Lewis did, because he turned and aimed the gun at the skinny, greasy young man first, then shifted his aim to split the distance between the boy and the blond little Venus with him, dressed in blue jeans and a hot magenta sweater.

"Whoa," the girl said, and her hands shot up above her shoulders. The boy just glared. "Easy, Wyatt Earp."

"Don't move," Lewis said. He was absolutely steady, but I could see the sweat glistening on his face. "What are you two doing here? How'd you get here?"

"We were looking for you," the boy said. "Obviously."

"We're trying to help," the girl put in. She tried a nervous smile, but she kept darting glances at me, as if she couldn't quite believe her eyes. "Jo? You okay?"

She didn't look familiar, but I was getting used to that. I gave Lewis a doubtful look; he wasn't lowering the gun. "I'm going to ask again," he said. "How'd you get here? Because the two of you were supposed to be in California, last I heard."

"You need help." The girl, again. She sounded young and earnest, and she looked it, too. Underdressed for the weather, and that bothered me. "Lewis, man, put the gun down. You know us!"

"Tell me how you got here." He cocked the gun with a cold snick of metal.

"You're crazy," the boy