The rope had torn her ankle badly. Blood stained the dust beneath her. Cole drew his knife, making sure she saw every movement.
“I’m cutting you loose,” he said. “If you fight me, we both fall.”
After a tense pause, she nodded.
He sliced the rope and caught her as she dropped, bracing her weight so she didn’t crash into the rocks. When he lowered her to the ground, she pulled away instinctively, pride battling pain.
He wrapped his coat around her shoulders. “You’re free. I won’t stop you.”
She tried to stand. Her leg buckled immediately. Only then did Cole see the deeper wound along her thigh—ragged and dangerous.
“You can’t travel like that,” he said. “My cabin’s closer than your camp.”
She shook her head. “Trusting you could get me killed.”
“Walking on that leg will,” he replied evenly.
Silence stretched between them. Finally, she spoke. “Naya.”
Cole nodded. “I’m Cole.”
He helped her onto his horse, leading it slowly. She never asked him to stop, even when dizziness washed over her. He stopped anyway.
At the wash, he gave her the choice again. She studied his face, searching for deception—and finding none.
“Take me to your cabin,” she said at last.
Inside, he cleaned and stitched the wound while she endured the pain in silence. When he finished, she looked at him differently.
“You didn’t have to help me,” she said.
“Maybe,” Cole replied. “But I chose to.”
He slept by the door that night, rifle within reach. Before sleep claimed her, Naya asked quietly, “Why didn’t you take advantage of me?”
Cole stared at the ceiling. “Because I don’t want to become the kind of man I hate.”
At dawn, hoofbeats thundered outside. Apache riders filled the clearing. Their chief dismounted, his gaze sharp and assessing.
Naya spoke before anyone else could. “His trap caught me. His hands freed me. He saved my leg.”
The chief studied Cole, then nodded once. “Then you will come with us—not as a prisoner, but as a guest.”
Cole hesitated, then mounted his horse.
As they rode toward the valley, the empty snare swayed behind them in the breeze—no longer just a trap, but the first link in a chain neither of them had expected.
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