Night Walker's Woman Ch. 05

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Part 5 of the 15 part series

Updated 06/07/2023
Created 12/07/2012
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Tara Cox
Tara Cox
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Jaycee leaned against the wooden column of her front porch. It was late. After midnight. Too late. She knew that she should be in bed. After a fitful evening, she had finally managed to get Angel down. She should have gone to bed then. But she needed to check on the horses one more time. Or so she told herself.

There was also work to be done for a new client. A divorce. It would not be an easy case. But this one was troublesome at best. Her client claimed domestic violence against her husband of almost fifteen years. That would be bad enough but she also claimed that he had abused their daughters. That alone ripped Jaycee's heart out.

But the worst part of it all was the lack of evidence of any abuse because her client had dared not call the police...when her husband was sheriff of the small town they lived in. She had come to Jaycee because she was another woman, a divorced mother and lived two counties over. But Jaycee knew that offered the woman or herself little protection.

Texas still had its 'good ole' boy' network. A phone call or two would be all that it took for the woman's husband to locate the domestic violence shelter where she had placed her and the children while she filed the legal paperwork for the restraining order. A restraining order that even she knew was useless against a determined abuser, especially one this powerful. It was a dilemma that she had been pondering for days. Even if the woman could bring herself to flee, to beg the family that she had been estranged from since the early years of her marriage for help, to take the children across state lines without their father's approval was custodial interference at the least...and possibly kidnapping.

Jaycee shook her head. Sometimes she hated her job that was nothing about justice or fairness. She laughed as she half remembered some line from the ancient philosopher Plato's Republic. One of her first year law professor had written it in big letters across the blackboard on the first day of class. "Justice is serving the interests of the stronger." It was a lesson that she never seemed to learn. She let her shoulders slump for a moment, almost anticipating the long hard fight that would likely end in some sort of horrible compromise that kept her client under the man's control through the children.

She was just about to turn and head back into the house. Climb into bed and try to sleep. But sleep had become both friend and enemy. Since Angel's first seizure it was nothing more than a simple necessity. One that she tried to get by on the least of that she possibly could. But now as her practice was beginning to grow again and the burdens piling higher and higher even that necessity was becoming a burden.

If that was not bad enough, every single time she closed her eyes she found herself caught in the silky spider's web of erotic dreams about HIM. Rex Ranger. The damned man had become some fucking addiction for her. Since that first encounter in the courtroom she could not get him out of her mind. And his visits every couple of days to check on the horses did not help.

Since she had woken up almost at dusk that night to discover, the horse safely ensconced in the corral and everyone talking and laughing on this front porch over bowls of Lupe's mole, she had felt... Honestly, she was not sure what she felt. On one hand the man was proving his point about being there. He usually managed to make his 'animal welfare checks' at the end of his work day. He would complete that duty then he would find some excuse to remain.

Angel gave him plenty. She might remain reluctant to accept his presence in their lives, but her daughter was not. The little traitor usually managed to convince him to assist her with a pony ride using the excuse that Mommy and Hector were too busy, not that she had even bothered to ask either of them earlier. If not a ride then she wanted to hear another of his stories about 'Grandfather' or his ranch. Over half of the time, those big brown eyes would turn to Jaycee and beg, "It's okay if Rex stays for dinner, right, Mommy?"

If her daughter's puppy eyes were not bad enough, she usually had to contend with another set of big sky blue ones. She often wondered how a man that looked more like a Viking warrior could in fact be Native American. But that was not all she wondered about. Because at some point almost every visit, the man would manage to sneak a kiss somehow. A kiss? What an understatement!

It was those kisses that made her whole body ache with a need that she had never thought herself capable of having that seemed to fuel her dreams. They would begin almost the moment her eyes closed with a slow motion, instant replay of the latest kiss. But they never ended there. It became a configuration of the taste of those kisses, every naughty book she had ever read and her darkest fantasies.

Until she woke up sweating with her skin on fire, her nipples hard and her thighs sticky from her juices that had leaked until they practically soaked her sheets. And the realization that it was more than just a dream somehow as her body still thrummed with the after-effects of the dream-induced orgasm.

"Damn the man! I should just sleep with him to get it out of my system. There is no way in hell he can be that good." Perhaps the disappointment of the reality of making love with Rex Ranger would free her mind...and body to focus upon the things that she needed to...like her daughter and career?

But it was getting later and there was no point in delaying the inevitable any longer. She was turning to go back into the house when she heard the dog bark, followed by the high-pitched and frightened whiny of a horse. Jaycee felt the fear shoot down her spine like lightening. She froze where she stood.

Unlike most of the state, she was not a fan of guns, but in that moment she wished she had been. She was a woman alone with a sick child and three valuable thorough bred horses. She tried to think of what she could use as a weapon...a kitchen knife? A heavy iron skillet? But there was nothing really.

She reached for the phone in the pocket of her jeans. Her fingers trembled as she punched in the code to unlock it. She knew she should call nine-one-one, but what if this was related to her new client? What if she could not trust the law? Hector was just a ways down the road but until she knew what she was dealing with she did not want to endanger her friend. A wild animal was one thing but the two legged ones could be much more dangerous.

The barking got louder and a second horse joined the other in its cries for help. Without stopping to consider why she punched his number into speed dial. She was not even certain she heard it ring when his deep voice cried out over the line, "What is it, Mitawa Naya?"

***

Rex had spent the whole evening pacing the small apartment that no matter how hard he tried never felt like home. He could feel it like bugs crawling just under his skin. Something was wrong. But he had not known what.

The past couple of weeks had been heaven...and hell. He had loved every minute he spent getting to know her and their little girl, because genetics aside that was how he saw his Angel. And he did not think it any coincidence that the child had been born with 'the gift.'

He and Grandfather had probed as gently as they could into the child's background. Obviously, her father was African-American, but that did not mean he could not also have some small bit of Native American in him as well. In fact, it had once been all too common for the minorities, who were persecuted by the 'white man' to intermarry. But of course, Jaycee herself was the more likely candidate for her daughter's gifts. And she knew next to nothing about her heritage.

As Grandfather said, where the gifts came from mattered little. What became of them was the important issue. And history was not on their side. His Grandfather had been reluctant to speak of it, but in the end Rex had convinced the man that he needed to know if he was to protect and care for what was his now. But the truth had frightened even him. Of the handful of female children in their ancient history who had been born with the gift...none had survived to adulthood.

He had bitten back bile at the thought of anything happening to the precious little girl whom her mother had so aptly named Angel. But the next thought had frozen his blood, how would Jaycee survive without her child? He had wanted to cry out at the unfairness of it all, at the nasty way that the scales of fate were stacked against them. But what would have been the point?

So instead of getting caught up in hopelessness, Rex had demanded that his Grandfather tell him all that he knew...anything that might save his daughter. He had not fully appreciated the gentle guiding hand of his Grandfather in his life until then. As they spoke of how to slowly train the child to accept her gifts...embrace her destiny. It seemed a gargantuan task to Rex but he reminded himself that he of all people could understand.

But now this. This new danger...whatever it was. He had reached for his phone where it lay with his keys and wallet on the table...even before it rang. He had known. He would always know when she needed him. He had told her that but not even he had realized how deep that knowing went...until now.

As he waited for her to respond, he had never felt so helpless, alone or scared. If anything happened to either of them, he knew he would become the monster that dwelled just beneath the surface. The monster that only she could temper. "Jaycee?" he begged her to respond.

When she did, it was low whisper that was barely audible. He strained to hear her over the noise in the background. He tried to identify them. A dog barking for sure. But was that the horses? He focused on the sound of her voice.

"I don't know but something is wrong. One of the dogs started to bark and then the horse. Something is not right..." her voice trailed off. He could hear the fear in it and that ate at his gut like a wolf who tore open the underside of its prey.

And he was too far away. Much too fucking far to help. To get to them in time. Damn it! He should have claimed her day ago, made her his once and for all. Then he would have been there to protect them, to care for his girls. But he had wanted to give her time to get to know him, trust him, and perhaps even begin to love him as he loved her. Now all that may have been futile. His own undoing. If he could not get to them in time. But he refused to think like that. Now that he had found her...he would find a way.

"Listen to me, Jaycee. You stay in the house. Lock yourself in the bedroom with Angel. Call the cops. I will be there as soon as I can," he promised even as he reached for the keys to his truck on the table. He gathered them and his wallet. He was about to walk out the door when he turned back towards his bedroom.

Her voice trembled as she spoke, "I can't, Rex. I have to check on the horses. See what is spooking them."

He cursed as he crossed the room to his gun safe and punched in the combination. He knew that these were the least powerful of the weapons at his disposal. But if he could use them instead of the ones that lived inside of him...he would. He was not ready yet to explain all that to her. Not yet. She needed more time.

"The horses be damned. You need to take care of you and Angel. Do you hear me, Woman?" he demanded as he lifted his shotgun and grabbed a box of ammunition from the safe. He slammed the door and headed back outside. He knew he could probably get there faster if he stopped somewhere outside the city and transformed but again he did not want to have too many questions to answer. Yet.

"I can't, Rex. I am responsible for them. I promised the Judge...your boss," he could hear how torn she was but he could feel it even stronger.

"Jaycee, listen to me," he commanded. "They are animals. Animals can take care of themselves better than people can. Lock yourself in the bedroom with that little girl until I get there," he pleaded.

"I'm hanging up now, Rex. I will call the police before I go check on them though." There was a pause as he sought words that would stop her, but he knew there were none. His Mitawa Naya was a strong and stubborn woman. His woman.

"Be careful. I love you, Mitawa Naya. I will be there as soon as I can," he promised as he climbed into the cab of his truck. He pounded the steering wheel in pure frustration as the line went dead.

He was too far away, but he knew someone who was not. He found the number among his contacts and dialed it. He was surprised when the man answered on the first ring. "The dog woke us up. I am dressed and going there now," Hector tried to reassure him.

Rex swallowed back the gratitude. There would be time for that later. Right now he needed to let the man do what he could not. But not again. Never again would he be too far to protect what was his. Never again would another man need to do what was his responsibility...his pleasure. "Be careful," was all he said as he raced out of the apartment complex and broke every speed limit there was to get to them.

Once he was on the Interstate and racing towards them, he made the other call that he needed to. "Come now and bring the horse trailer," was all he needed to say. He knew that his Grandfather would do what he asked without question. Explanations would come later.

That final task completed the moments seemed to drag out into eternity as his skin itched uncomfortably. The demon was clawing its way to the surface, demanding to be released. Demanding to do what he could not...protect what was theirs.

But he kept it caged...just barely. And he prayed. To his ancestors. To his mother's Christian god. To Fate. To anything that was what there, if anything was. He prayed that he would get there in time. That his woman and child would be safe. That was all that mattered.

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 9 years ago
On the edge of my seat!

Come on! Don't leave me hanging! Where's the next chapter?

firerose78firerose78about 9 years ago
thank you

I'm cheering that you have come back to this story as have been enjoying it very much. It is not the same old line as a lot of stories that are written in this category. I think Rex is going to prematurely go grey at this rate. Also we won't mention those inconsiderate authors that do not finish what they start. LOL

superfeluously_esuperfeluously_eabout 9 years ago
thanks for posting!

Though I am slightly annoyed that the woman seems to be a little too stupid to live at the end of this chapter. She sensed something was wrong and she called Rex to report a problem because she wants his help in alleviating this problem. This is obviously not a normal problem. That being said, she went without him to alleviate it herself with no weapon leaving her child unprotected. That doesn't make sense.

While I agree that this woman has lived her life mostly alone and does things on her own. But if this was entirely the case, then why did she call Rex first?

Again thanks for posting and I look forward to the next chapter.

kuroukiphoenyxkuroukiphoenyxabout 9 years ago
DAMN YOU TEASE!!!!

Aaaaaargh!

ariesgirlariesgirlabout 9 years ago

I was happy to see an update but it was just a tease.

I hope nothing happens to Jaycee or the horses because she will feel guiltier then she already does. She continues to let her ex-husband screw with her head. Jaycee will forever feel like she has something to prove as long as she holds on to the ex's cruel words.

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