Rider on Fire & When You Call My Name. Sharon Sala

      He looked up, quickly scanning the pieces of the shelves of his studio as he moved toward them.

      “How about this?” he asked, and lifted a small carving from the end of a shelf, then put it in the palm of her hand.

      “Oh, Dad…it’s perfect. Do you mind?”

      He shook his head as he smiled. “Mind? It is my joy to be able to share my work with you.”

      She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

      “Thank you again,” she said, then added, “Don’t work too long.”

      “I’m fine,” he said. “I’ve been taking care of myself for years. I can do it for a while longer, I think.”

      Sonora frowned as she watched him return to his worktable. What he’d said was an unwanted reminder of the limits with which he was living.

      “We’ll be back soon,” she said.

      “Take your time,” he said, already immersed in his work.

      Sonora dropped the carving into her shirt pocket and then ran back into the living room.

      “Okay, I’m back,” she said. “Are you ready?”

      “Oh, yeah. I stay ready,” Adam answered.

      Words stuck in the back of her throat as her mind went right to the memory of him brown and bare as the day he was born. Despite the knot in her belly, she straightened her shoulders and tossed her hair.

      “Shut up, Two Eagles, and just so you know… I’m a black belt in karate.”

      “Well, now…isn’t that interesting? I had no idea that we have so much in common.”

      “What are you talking about?” she asked.

      “I’m a black belt, too.”

      She rolled her eyes.

      “Weren’t we going somewhere?”

      He opened the door and then stepped aside.

      “After you, Ms. Jordan.”

      * * *

      The ride to the Billy home started out awkwardly, but it wasn’t long before Adam had Sonora laughing about an incident from his childhood.

      “I can’t believe you and your cousin thought up such an intricate revenge.”

      He laughed as they sped down the road, leaving a cloud of dust behind them to settle on the trees and bushes along the way.

      “We were ten. What can I say? Kenny was like a brother to me, and Douglas Winston told all the kids at school that Kenny still wet the bed. We just figured to give him a dose of his own medicine.”

      “Yes, but how did you get the plastic tube under him while he was sitting at the desk?”

      “Douglas had a habit of breaking the lead in his pencils, so he was always having to get up to sharpen it. Kenny sat right behind him and I was on Kenny’s right with the aisle between us. We waited until Douglas got up to sharpen his pencil. When he was on the way back, we pretended to be working, and as soon as he turned around and began sitting down, Kenny slipped the tube directly under him. It was so small and pliable that he never felt it. As soon as he began writing again, I handed Kenny the water bottle. He poked the tube in the place where the straw would go, then squeezed. Water went up and through that tube as slick as butter.”

      “Didn’t the other kids see you?”

      “Yeah, but Douglas was something of a bully, so they figured he had it coming.”

      “Then what happened?”

      “The bell rang. Kenny yanked the tube out from under him as he leaned over to get his backpack out from under the seat. I stuffed the water bottle in my backpack while Kenny stuffed the tubing in his, and we ran like hell out of the classroom.”

      “What about Douglas?”

      “Well, it looked like he’d peed his pants and then sat in it. We were halfway up the hall when we heard him squall. He bellowed and bawled and then refused to come out of the room. The principal had to call his mama, who had to take off work to bring him some dry underwear and pants. She was so mad. He begged to go home, but she made him change his clothes and stay.”

      “Did he ever know it was you and Kenny?”

      “Probably, but he didn’t have the guts to confront us and everyone was so busy teasing him that they forgot all about Kenny. It was fifth-grade justice at its best.”

      “Remind me never to get on the wrong side of you,” Sonora said.

      Adam tapped the brakes as he took a sharp turn, then glanced sideways.

      “I’ll never be your enemy, Sonora. Trust that. Remember that.”

      Sonora felt branded by the glitter in his eyes, but it was the promise of his words that soothed the fire. Even after he turned his attention back to the road, she kept watching him time and time again. She knew he was right. They’d never be enemies, but they would be lovers. Of that she was certain.