"How many daughters does she have?" Nell asked.

"Four."

"I'm surprised you let them on the property considering how careful you were with that poor room service clerk at the hotel."

"They came with the property. No danger. The Etchbarras family has been here tending the sheep since the turn of the century. They came from the Basque country of Spain to settle. Most of the people around here are Basque. It's a tight community. I'm the outsider."

"But you own this place."

"Do I? I bought it with money. They paid for it with a different commodity." His lips tightened. "But you're right, it's mine and I'll learn how to belong here and keep what's mine."

The strength of the possessiveness in his voice surprised her. This place was clearly not only a fortress to him. Nell's gaze went to the door through which the housekeeper had vanished. She said absently, "She has a fantastic face. She'd make a wonderful portrait subject."

He raised a mocking brow. "Do I detect a gender impulse burning in that fanatic breast? Painting? What a complete waste of time."

She was surprised herself. She hadn't thought of her painting since Medas. "It was just a comment. I didn't say I was going to do it. You're right, I'll have no time."

"You never know." His gaze went to the mountains. "Time seems to slow here. You might-"

A brown and tan tornado hurtled through the front door. Tanek staggered back as the German shepherd's front feet hit his chest. He grunted.

The dog was making frantic moaning noises as he tried to lick Tanek's face.

"Down, Sam."

The dog ignored him.

Tanek sighed resignedly and knelt on the ground, where the dog could reach him. "Get it over."

Nell stared in amazement as the dog bounded excitedly around him, lunging in to lick his face.

Grimacing, Tanek lifted his arm over his mouth to avoid the dog's tongue. He scowled as he met her gaze across the porch. "What did you expect? Rin Tin Tin? I'm no dog trainer. The only command he obeys is 'Come to dinner.' "

Tanek always exuded such power and confidence, she supposed she had never thought he would permit an animal to be anything but disciplined and well trained in his presence. "He's beautiful."

"Yeah." Tanek affectionately rubbed the dog's ears. "I like him."

That was evident. She had never seen Tanek this open before.

"May I pet him?" Peter asked.

"In time. He doesn't like strangers."

That seemed impossible to Nell. The dog was now on his back in the most submissive of positions, whimpering in delight as Tanek scratched his chest. She took a step closer.

The dog was instantly on his feet, his lips drawn back in a snarl.

She stopped in shock.

"Easy," Tanek said soothingly. "They're okay, boy."

"He acts as if he's been trained as an attack dog."

"Only by life." He stood up. "I found him half starved by the side of the road when he was only a pup. He doesn't trust many people." He smiled at Peter. "Let him get used to you."

Peter nodded, but he was clearly disappointed. "I wanted him to like me."

"He will." He moved toward the front door. "I'll have Michaela drive you over to the sheep ranch tomorrow morning. The sheepdogs are much more friendly."

Peter brightened. "May I stay there for a while?"

He shook his head. "In a few days the hands will be going to the high country to bring the sheep back for the winter."

"But when they get back?"

"If it's all right with Jean."

Peter turned to Nell and said diffidently, "It's not that I don't want to be with you. You've been nice to me. It's just that-"

"Dogs." She smiled. "I know, Peter."

"Come along." Michaela stood in the doorway. "I don't have all day. I have to show you your rooms. It'll be dark in an hour. Jean is coming in from the herds tonight and I have to get home and fix his dinner."

Tanek bowed mockingly. "We'll come at once. Just show Peter his room and I'll take Nell around. We wouldn't want to inconvenience you."

"You won't. I've set a casserole in the oven for you to serve yourself. Come along, Peter." She went back into the house. Peter followed her eagerly.

Nell and Tanek entered directly into the living room. "It's larger than it looks from outside," Nell said. "It sort of rambles."

"I built on after I bought the place. I told you I liked space."

Nell looked around at the airy room furnished with camel-colored leather mission furniture grouped around a huge fireplace with a stone hearth. White flowers cascading from copper vases occupied the occasional tables, a large Chinese urn in the corner of the room brimmed with golden chrysanthemums. On the walls she had expected to see Indian rugs or cowboy artifacts, but instead there were paintings of every description.

She crossed to stand before the one over the fireplace. "Delacroix?"

"Would I be barbarian enough to hide a Delacroix here in the wilderness with no one but me to appreciate it?"

She glanced at him, remembering the possessiveness she had noticed only minutes before. "Yes."

He chuckled. "Right. Treasures are for the pleasure of those who can take and keep them."

"Take? Did you-"

"No, I didn't steal it. I bought it at auction. I'm strictly legitimate these days." He led her out the door and down a long hall. "There are five bedrooms with adjoining baths in this wing and a study and a moderately well-equipped gym in the other wing." He threw open a door. "This room is yours. There's only one television in the house, and that's in the study, but there are plenty of books. I hope you'll be comfortable."

She didn't see how she could help it. The room was simply furnished but exuded comfort. A white down comforter was thrown over the double bed. A tapestry-cushioned rocking chair occupied the corner of the room by a casement window. A cherrywood bookcase on the opposite wall overflowed with books and plants. "It's very nice. I'm surprised your guests ever leave."

"I seldom have guests. This is my place. I don't like to share."

She turned to look at him. "Then you must doubly resent my presence here. I promise I won't get in your way any more than necessary."

"It was my choice. I brought you." He nodded at a door across the room. "Bathroom. You'll want to wash up before supper."

"What on earth is he doing?" Nell asked, her gaze on Peter on the floor in a corner across the room. The boy was sitting cross-legged, unmoving, his gaze fixed un-blinkingly on Sam, who was lying beside the fire a few yards away. "He reminds me of a snake charmer."

"According to him, you're the snake charmer," Nicholas said dryly.

She shook her head. "He was very upset with me. He thought I was too rough with the snake." She went back to the original subject. "Does he think that he can will Sam to like him?"

"Maybe." Tanek poured her another cup of coffee from the carafe at his elbow. "It could happen. If he wants it hard enough. Dogs are sensitive to feelings."

"He ignored Peter all through dinner."

Nicholas leaned back in his chair. "Stop fretting. You can't make Sam like him."

"I'm not fretting. I just-I think he may have had a hard life. It wouldn't hurt the blasted dog to wag his tail at him."

"He doesn't know that. It pays to be cautious."

"Like you." She lifted her gaze. "With your electric fences."

He nodded. "Contrary to your present view on the subject, life can be sweet. I've no intention of giving up even a minute of it. I'll fight to the last breath."

She could believe that of him. Beneath that cool mask lay a passionate determination. Power, intelligence, and a passion for life; it was a riveting combination. She tore her gaze away. "But you're willing to risk it to get Gardeaux."

"Not if I can help it." He lifted his cup to his lips. "I intend to have it all."

"What if you can't?"

"I will." He paused. "And I won't let you get me killed because you want to move too fast."

"You don't understand. I have to do this. It's hard to wait." Her hand clenched on the coffee cup. "Do you think I don't know why I'm here? You think you can convince me not to go after them."

"That's one agenda. The other is to keep you from making me chase after you and blundering into a trap."

"You wouldn't have to chase after me."

"Yes, I would."

"Why? I told you that you weren't responsible for what happened on Medas."

"We all set our own boundaries of responsibility."

"And I'm within yours?"

He smiled. "For the time being. Boundaries sometimes shift."

She didn't want to be anyone's responsibility, much less a man like Tanek's. Responsibility implied a certain closeness. She had already been forced to form attachments to Tania and Peter. Tanek must remain on the outside.

"You don't like that? But you used it to make sure I helped you." He lifted a mocking brow. "You have to be consistent, Nell."

Damn him. There would be no problem keeping Tanek at a distance. "I don't have to be anything I don't want to be." She changed the subject. "Why do you want Gardeaux dead?"

The mockery faded from his expression. "He deserves to die."

"That's no answer."

He didn't answer for a moment. "The same reason you want him dead. He killed someone I cared about."

"Who?" Again, she thought of how little she knew about Tanek. "Your wife? Your child?"

He shook his head. "A friend."

"He must have been a close friend."

She could sense him shutting her away. "Very close. More coffee?"

She shook her head. It was clear he was not going to talk any more about himself. She tried another path. "Tell me about Gardeaux."

"What do you want to know?"

"Whatever you know."

He smiled crookedly. "I guarantee you don't want to know everything I do about him."

"How did you come to meet him?"

"We ran into each other several years ago in Hong Kong. We were in the same business at the time. Though he was more diversified."

"You mean you were both criminals," she said bluntly.

He nodded. "But my network was more limited. I liked to keep it that way."

"Why?"

"I never planned on making it my life work." He added gravely, "I wanted to be a brain surgeon."

She stared at him, stunned.

He chuckled. "Just joking. I wanted to make enough money and then get out. You get big in the rackets and one of two things happen. Either you dip into the drug trade and the law never leaves you alone, or you get addicted to the power and you can't let go. I didn't like either prospect, so I made sure I stayed unobtrusive."

"I can't imagine you being unobtrusive."

"Oh, but I was." He added, "Relatively."

"But Gardeaux wasn't."

"No, Gardeaux wanted to be God." He thought about it. "Or maybe Cesare Borgia. I was never quite sure. Probably God. The mystique surrounding Borgia would have attracted him, but the prince came to a bad end."