An Accidental Family. Darlene Graham

now involved these boys. “We’ll discuss this later. What else did you hear, Dillon?”

      “Well, then one of them said first they’d have to go back and get the…get the… I don’t remember.” Dillon looked down, picking at the dressing on his hand.

      Maddy tried to sit up, his fingers flying like one possessed.

      Rainey frowned as she saw what he signed.

      “My hands really hurt!” Dillon bellowed.

      “Excuse me, Seth.” The paramedic, a robust-looking young woman with a bushy auburn ponytail and melon-size breasts that strained her uniform shirt, stepped forward with a suture kit. “I’d better tend to those cuts now.”

      As she squeezed past Seth, she eyed the way he was rubbing his jean-clad thigh. “Something the matter with your leg?”

      “Pulled a muscle.”

      “How?”

      “Jumping off a rock.”

      “I see.” She drew the words out in a flat Oklahoma drawl as if stuff like this happened every day. “Want me to take a look at it?”

      “No need.”

      “Suit yourself.” She rolled her eyes at Rainey. “I guess it’s pointless to waste any sympathy on a bull rider who’s pulled every single muscle in his body at one time or the other.”

      Dillon sneered at Seth. “So you’re some kind of cowboy?”

      “More boy than cow,” Seth deadpanned.

      “More boy than—oh, I get it!” Dillon’s laughter was forced, but Seth gave the boy a wry grin.

      “I was a bull rider,” he admitted.

      “Cool!” For the first time all night Dillon sounded sincere.

      “I’ll tell you about it sometime, but right now, Kathy’s ready to fix your hands.”

      “You won’t feel a thing,” the paramedic said to Dillon brightly.

      “Let’s step outside.” Seth took Rainey’s elbow. When she hesitated, he said, “Kathy will take good care of the boys, won’t you, Kath?”

      “You bet.” The paramedic gave Rainey a reassuring smile. Then she lowered herself beside Dillon. “Let’s get you fixed up.” She removed the blood-soaked dressing.

      “Ms. Chapman and I will be back in a minute,” Seth said to Dillon and Aaron as he took Rainey’s elbow. “Then we’re going to see if we can take you guys someplace more comfortable for the night.” He looked down at her. “Would you tell Maddy all of that?”

      She nodded, but she seemed distracted again, and Seth realized he was holding her arm maybe a little too tightly. He let it go.

      When he took Rainey’s hand again as she hopped down off the metal step, she thanked him politely and withdrew hers quickly. Seth slammed the door. So he wasn’t the only one who was attracted. But why did that bother her so much?

      He braced a palm high on the back of the ambulance, shielding her from Jake, who was sitting in the cruiser. “Okay. What did Maddy just sign?”

      Rainey gave a visible shudder. Her pretty green eyes rose to meet his, and the fear radiating from them unsettled Seth. She swallowed. “Maddy never signs in exact English, but this time he did. It was like he was trying to finish what Dillon said without Dillon catching on.”

      “Maddy can read lips?”

      “If he wants to, yes.”

      “What did he sign?”

      Rainey frowned. “He signed that the men were going to kill them after they dug up the bones.”

      CHAPTER FOUR

      “WHAT ARE THEY TALKING about?” Rainey shuddered again. “Bones?”

      “I think that’s what the Slaughters came back to that cave to get.”

      “Human bones?” Rainey hugged her arms to her middle.

      “Yes. I’ll explain later.” Seth looked down at Rainey Chapman’s trembling shoulders, and wanted nothing so much as to wrap his arms around her again. But Jake was looking on, he was sure. Instead of touching her again he said, “Wait here.”

      After checking with Jake and finding that the roadblock had not stopped the Slaughters, Seth knew what he had to do.

      He walked back to Rainey, frowning as he considered how to say this without freaking her out.

      She stepped toward him. “We are going to have to move the boys,” he said. “Right away.”

      “Move them? Where?”

      “I don’t know. I was hoping you could help me with that. Someplace safer than that camp.”

      “You mean you don’t intend to take them back to the camp?”

      “That’s right.”

      “Does Lyle know this?”

      “Nobody knows it. Not yet. I’ll decide who gets told what.”

      “Officer Whitman— Seth—listen. These boys are wards of the state. You can’t take over and—”

      “The state didn’t do a very good job of protecting them. I intend to do whatever it takes to keep them from getting hurt.”

      Her cheeks turned so red they glowed in the dark, and Seth realized she’d misunderstood and taken his criticism personally. Her eyes narrowed and he recognized all the signs of a woman going on the defensive.

      “I did the best job I could. I’d like to see you handle children like these. You’d be tearing your hair out within twenty-four hours. And for your information, even if I agreed with your plan, I can’t just haul these boys around anywhere I choose. I practically have to have a court order to take them shopping for new shoes. Lyle had a fit because Dillon wandered off when we visited the Rune Stones.”

      “The Rune Stones. We need to talk about that, too. You say Dillon went into the caves before?”

      “I don’t know where he went, actually. And he’ll never tell you. I wouldn’t be surprised if Dillon isn’t making up ninety percent of what he said in there. He’d do anything to keep from getting in more trouble with Lyle. He’s—”

      “I know. A pathological liar.” But because of something Seth’s brother had told him before he died, Seth was convinced Dillon McCoy was telling the absolute truth.

      “But he’s not making this up.” He hated to frighten her, but it was critical that she understand the danger to the boys, and that time was not on their side. “I doubt you or the camp supervisor can protect these children from the likes of Lonnie and Nelson Slaughter. You need to understand what we are dealing with here. These are dangerous men. I’ve been tracking them for years. They know these woods like the backs of their hands. They operate well outside the law.”

      “You’re talking about those crimes you didn’t want to bring up in front of the boys?” Now she looked worried. “What kind of crimes?”

      “Murder.”

      She gasped. “Murder?”

      How could he tell her? How could he make her see? In small doses, that’s how. “I have reason to believe they killed a lawman years ago.”

      “They killed a cop?”

      “Yes.”

      “Then what in God’s name are they doing running around these hills?” Her anger had exploded like a flare, surprising him. But at the same time he noticed that she shivered again, despite the night heat.

      “The death was ruled vehicular homicide. But it was no accident. They’ve