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As he concentrated on protecting his valuables, he hunched over, his jaw coming into perfect alignment with my foot. I kicked him, and he fell back hard enough to make the roof twang.
I grabbed his shirtfront and hauled him up. Clay was back on board now four cars away, making his way toward us. He motioned for me to hold the mutt and wait for him. I pretended not to notice and dragged Tesler to the front of the car.
I held him over the edge, getting a good long look at his face, drinking in his fear as he realized he was about to drop head-first under a running train--
Tesler bucked. I braced, steadying myself, but when he rocked again, his bulk was too much and I lost my balance. He grabbed me and, for a second, I was the one looking down at the train tracks rushing below, hearing Clay's bellow, his pounding feet. Then I twisted and kicked, and we rolled onto the roof of the car.
Tesler caught me and tried to toss me over the side, but I grabbed his wrist and flipped him over my shoulder. He managed to snag my leg at the last second, and dragged me over the edge as he fell. My fingers grazed the steel edge, found a hold and clung on. One solid back kick with my free leg struck Tesler square in the jaw and he let go, hitting the ground and rolling away from the train.
"Hold on," Clay shouted into the wind as he made his way toward me.
"That's what I'm trying to do!" I called back.
And trying was the operative word. I was barely clinging by my fingertips, legs knocking against the side of the train as it chugged along. I glanced back at Tesler, now up and running, and flexed my fingers.
"Don't you dare," Clay said, grabbing my wrists before I could drop and go after Tesler.
He was right, of course. Given the angle I was hanging at, letting go would run me a good chance of falling right under the train. That didn't keep me from watching with regret while Tesler disappeared into the distance as Clay hauled me onto the car.
"We have to go after--" I began, heading for the ladder.
Clay caught me and pulled me down into a crouching position to keep my balance. "Take a second."
"I don't need--"
"Yes, you do, and he's already too far away. Whether we leave now or in two minutes, his trail will still be there."
As I looked out over the now empty field, shame licked through me. How long had it been since I had done something so stupid? I always appreciated that Clay never tried to fight my battles, never interfered unless I was in serious danger. So when he'd warned me to stand down, I should have known he had good reason.
When I apologized for the bone-headed move, he said, "Circumstances." Nothing more, but it was all that ne
eded to be said.
It had been the circumstances--Tesler plus that damned letter, coming too close together, those old fears resurrected. An explanation, but not an excuse. If I was going to be Alpha, I couldn't have weak spots. I had to overcome my ego and my fear and my rage, and trust my bodyguard.
I stayed on the train only long enough to catch my breath, then we climbed down, backtracked, found and followed Tesler's trail. A real warrior would have lain in wait and ambushed us. Tesler ran straight for a wide stream that, judging by the signs, was a popular fishing spot, and waded through the icy water to hide his trail.
We walked along the banks for about a hundred meters, then decided the smarter move would be to predict his destination--back to his brother and buddy. We took off that way.
QUESTIONS
WHEN CLAY CAME after me, the other two mutts had chased him only as far as the edge of the building, like dogs making a token effort to frighten a trespasser off the property while really hoping he doesn't turn around. Then they'd stayed there, waiting for Tesler. Unfortunately, he didn't return. We snuck up close to them just as he called his brother, apparently telling them to meet up someplace in the city.
"Follow?" Clay said.
I shook my head. "They'll catch on before we get to the rendezvous point, and we can't pull anything downtown in broad daylight. I say grab one and get some answers." I peeked around the building corner and sized the two up. "We've got the leader's little brother and a flunky."
"The brother," Clay said. "Interrogate, then hold him hostage."
"Where?"
Clay shrugged. "I don't care. Hog-tie him and leave him out here. Or kill him and pretend we've still got him, hope big brother takes the bait."
I shook my head. "He's family; he won't talk, and if Tesler decides he doesn't particularly want his baby brother back, we're screwed."
"You're the boss."
"You disagree?"
