Only You by Elizabeth Lowell

get into your good graces.”
    “You’d better start.”
    Eve took one look at Reno and bit back the angry words that were crowding her tongue.
    There was no gentleness now in Reno’s eyes or in the line of his mouth. He was dead angry. When he spoke again, his voice was as cold and remote as his ice green eyes.
    “Be grateful Raleigh needed killing,” Reno said flatly. “If you had set me up to kill a country boy, I’d have let Slater have you. You wouldn’t have liked that. Slater isn’t one of those kind men you so favor.”
    “He can’t be any worse than Raleigh King,” Eve said bleakly, remembering the night she had come back late from one of Canyon City’s saloons and discovered what Raleigh had done to the Lyons. “No one could be worse than him.”
    “Slater has a reputation with women that’s too sordid to repeat—even to a saloon girl who cheats at cards.”
    “Did Slater ever torture an old man who had tried to sell a gold ring to pay for medicine for his dying wife?” Eve asked tightly. “Did Slater ever pull the truth from an old man one fingernail at a time while his wife watched helplessly? And after the man was dead, did Slater ever take his knife to an old, dying woman and…”
    Eve’s voice crumbled into silence. She clenched her fists and fought for self-control.
    “What are you saying?” Reno asked in a low voice.
    “Raleigh King tortured Don Lyon to death while he dragged out the truth about where the emerald ring was hidden, and the journal with the treasure map. Donna tried to stop Raleigh, but the wasting disease had left her too weak even to lift her derringer.”
    Reno’s eyes narrowed. “So that’s how Raleigh knew about the map.”
    Eve nodded tightly. “When Raleigh was finished with Don, he turned on Donna.”
    “Why? Didn’t Raleigh believe her husband had told the truth?”
    “Raleigh didn’t care,” Eve said bitterly. “He just wanted…”
    Her voice dried up into a painful silence. No matter how many times she swallowed, she couldn’t force out words to describe what Raleigh had done to Donna Lyon.
    “Don’t,” Reno said.
    He put his palm gently over Eve’s lips, sealing in the bitter words she was trying to speak.
    “I guess he and Slater were well matched after all,” Reno said softly.
    Eve grabbed Reno’s hand, but not to push him away.
    “’Tell me,” she said urgently. “You killed Raleigh King, didn’t you?”
    Reno nodded.
    She let out a long breath and whispered, “Thank you. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to do it.”
    All gentleness vanished from Reno’s expression.
    “Is that why you set me up?” he demanded.
    “I didn’t set you up. Not in the cold way you mean.”
    “But you saw the chance and you took it.”
    Eve’s mouth tightened. “Yes.”
    “And then you grabbed the pot and ran.”
    “Yes.”
    “Leaving me to die.”
    “No!”
    Reno made a sound that was too hard to be a laugh.
    “We came closer that time, gata. We almost had it.”
    “What?”
    “The truth.”
    “The truth is, I saved your life,” Eve retorted.
    “Saved it?” Reno demanded. “Girl, you did your best to get me killed!”
    “When I didn’t hear any shooting—” she began.
    “Disappointed?” he interrupted.
    “I turned back to see what had happened,” she said, ignoring his interruption. “Then Raleigh drew and you shot him, and a man called Steamer pulled his gun to shoot you in the back. I shot him first.”
    Unexpectedly, Reno laughed.
    “You’re good, gata . Really good. The wide eyes and the earnest, trembling mouth are first-class.”
    “But—”
    “Save those lips for something better than lying,” Reno said, bending over Eve once more.
    “I shot Steamer!” she protested.
    “Uh-huh. But you were aiming for me. That’s why you turned back. You wanted to be dead sure I wouldn’t follow you to collect my winnings.”
    “No. That’s not the way it was. I—”
    “Give up the game,” Reno said curtly.