Tribal Law

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Dryer made a face. “You think I’m alone up here? I’m not. This is a joint operation.”

In spite of the doubts he felt, Gabe kept his poker face.

“You get a call about those barrels?” asked Dryer.

He had. From his uncle Luke. Gabe felt sick. Had Luke been playing him? Was it true that an Indian who worked for the Feds wasn’t Indian anymore?

Gabe had aspirations to become a field agent. But not if it meant betraying his people.

“The FBI is aware of our investigation.”

And yet his uncle had not notified him. Was that because Gabe was also a suspect? Frasco was back trafficking and Gabe had once been engaged to Frasco’s daughter. Guilt by association. Gabe wondered.

“Before you get all pissy, your uncle doesn’t know about me. It’s above his pay grade.”

Because his uncle was Black Mountain Apache and so could not totally be trusted? Gabe narrowed his eyes. The fury sparked, burning his carefully cultivated control.

“He should have been informed,” said Gabe.

Kino’s brows lifted, recognizing the potential for danger in Gabe’s quiet tone.

“He’s Apache. You are thick as thieves up here. Everyone is somebody’s cousin. His department thought it best to keep him out of the loop. Not my call. We’ve been coordinating with his supervisor and his partner.”

“Cassidy Walker?”

“Right.”

Cassidy Walker, the one his uncle said had ambitions to transfer to DC. Gabe smelled a rat all right, but not in the Apache hierarchy.

“She’s running this. Senior man, even though she’s a woman.”

“So you suspected my uncle?” he said.

“Seemed logical.”

“Because he’s Indian.”

“Black Mountain Apache. Brother to a known drug trafficker.”

Dryer was referring now to Gabe’s father. He had been a convicted felon when he had been murdered by a trafficker who went by the name The Viper.

“My uncle went through FBI screening. He’s clean.”

“He’s related to people involved with this case, just like your big brother, the tribal councilor.”

“Clyne? You suspect Clyne? He’s incorruptible.”

“Everyone’s corruptible, Chief. Your dad. Your tribal council...your big brother...you. Hey,” he said his voice full of forced enthusiasm. “You back to seeing Frasco’s daughter?”

Gabe was stunned speechless. How would Dryer know that he’d once seen Selena?

“I hear you two spent some quality time together. But be careful. You know the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

Gabe spun him with one hand and hit Dryer squarely across the jaw. The DOJ field agent dropped like a stone. It took both Kino and Detective Juris to drag Gabe back. It was only after the red haze had cleared that he realized he had just struck a federal officer.

Gabe watched Dryer shake off the blow as Gabe tried to decide if he should arrest him, cooperate with his investigation or hit him again.

Dryer struggled to his feet. Neither Juris nor Kino lifted a hand to help him.

“I wish I’d done that,” said Juris.

Dryer rubbed his jaw. “That was worse than getting shot,” he said.

Gabe glanced at Selena, feeling embarrassed now for his outburst. How much could she hear back there through the raised windows?

She met his gaze and tried to exit the unit but found the doors locked from the outside. She was trapped. Gabe lifted a hand and she flopped back in the seat, clearly impatient with her captivity. But if what Dryer said was true, arresting her was at least a way to keep her safe.

Gabe turned to Dryer. “Do you want to press charges?”

Dryer cocked his head. “Against you?” He snorted. “No.”

It was hard, but Gabe thanked him and Dryer offered his hand. The handshake was brief and halfhearted.

“Okay,” said Dryer, as if getting back to business. “No comments about Selena. Got it. But that box truck. It can’t be mentioned in your reports or on the radio. I know Escalanti listens to the police scanner. So, no mention of the truck, the Doselas or me.”

Gabe’s gaze flicked to the DOJ agent, wishing he could put him in a gag as well as handcuffs. “If there’s no box truck, why did I shoot Jason Leekela and an unknown gunman again?”

“I don’t know...brandishing a weapon. Shooting at you.”

“So you want me to lie.”

“I want you to keep a lid on the undercover operation.”

“In exchange for full disclosure,” said Gabe.

Dryer considered his offer. Then qualified. “To you, only. Not to the council.”

“I could get fired for doing that.”

“And you could catch these guys if you do what I’m telling you.”

Gabe didn’t like being told what to do by outsiders.

“My brother and first officer here already know.”

“That’s all they know from here forward, and you keep them quiet.”

Both his men put their hands on their hips, clearly not liking that plan.

“Deal?” Dryer offered his hand.

Gabe thought of all the deals offered by white men to Indians and grimaced. This one didn’t seem any better.

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“No deal,” said Gabe, and turned toward his unit and Selena.

“Oh, you’re going to blow this whole operation.”

Gabe kept walking.

“And you’re going to get Selena killed.”

Gabe stopped walking.

He turned back to Dryer, feeling trapped and angry and afraid for the first time in many years.

“You brought this here,” said Gabe.

“I brought an investigation. The rest was already here.”

He was right and that pissed Gabe off.

“Updates daily,” said Gabe. “And you tell Selena who you are.”

Dryer grinned, knowing he had won. “Sure. Sure. Mind if I release Frasco? I got to clean up his face, if I can.”

“He needs a stitch or two,” said Juris.

“Use snow,” said Kino. “Helps with the swelling.”

Dryer walked between Kino and Juris to the unit where Frasco waited.

Juris helped Frasco up out of the rear seat. Frasco still held the towel to his face.

“How you going to explain that?” asked Gabe.

Dryer glanced at Frasco. “Fell on the ice. I just told them we had to use chains.”

Gabe left the men and returned to his SUV where Selena waited. He opened the rear door. Selena stepped through the gap.

“Are they safe?” she asked.

Her family, of course. They were always her first concern.

“I have units on-site.”

She blew out a breath and her features momentarily relaxed.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Selena had every quality he admired in a woman. She worked hard, cared for her family, was funny, gracious and kind. But he better than most understood that a family’s reputation was just as important as an individual’s. Maybe more important here than elsewhere. There was a reason Apache gave their first name only after they had given the names of their tribe, parents and clan. Apache people understood that who and where you came from was more important than who you were.

But now he didn’t know what to think.

Selena stood bracing her feet, with her arms folded across her chest. Her gloved hands gripped each sleeve. His gaze swept her form, taking in her work boots, tight faded jeans and that shapeless, unlined brown coat that he knew for certain was more than five years old because he had planned to buy her a new one. Why didn’t she buy a proper winter coat?

But he knew why. Selena spent her money on her brother’s therapy, her twin sister’s driving school and her mother’s medical bills. Ruth Dosela was in the midst of chemotherapy treatment again after the cancer had returned. She’d opted for double mastectomy, according to his grandmother, and doctors were hopeful.

Gabe regarded Selena and her shabby attire. This woman had no time or money for frills.

Gabe lifted his attention to her face. Her wide forehead was the perfect foil for her dark, arched brows. Snowflakes caught on the long lashes that hooded her cocoa-brown eyes. She neither smiled nor frowned, leaving her full mouth to form a perfect bow. Gabe’s heart hammered, sending blood pulsing at his neck and down below his belt as he regarded that mouth. Memories stirred with the rest of him.

Even dressed as a workman, she still was the most desirable woman he’d ever known and the most exasperating. Her head was uncovered, and snowflakes sparkled like diamonds in the thick black hair that wrapped her shoulders like a curtain and framed her heart-shaped face. That angry, stubborn face that he couldn’t stop dreaming about.

Gabe wiped his hand over his mouth, surprised to find sweat on his upper lip. His stomach ached. Why were they always at odds?