Countdown. Lindsay McKenna
down, Annie took in the dry, barren environment surrounding the brig and the nearby office building.
“It’s out in the middle of nowhere,” she murmured.
“Best place for it.”
Annie nodded. “A far cry from Camp Lejeune,” she added with a wry smile.
“No greenery,” Joe agreed. “Just a lot of sagebrush and cactus.”
“It’s dry, but pretty in its own way,” Annie mused as the car drew to a halt.
“That’s right, you come from desert country,” Joe said, getting out. Damn! Why had he said that? He didn’t want to talk about anything personal with her. Giving her a glare as she came around the vehicle, he said, “Follow me.”
Annie frowned. Donnally’s armor was back in place. With a sigh, she hoped that with time he wouldn’t be so prickly about her presence. Did he feel competitive with her? she wondered. With her notoriety as a tracker, it was a possibility. Maybe Joe was the chief tracker here at Reed, and he felt demoted by Captain Ramsey bringing her here. Annie simply didn’t know the lay of the land yet. She’d have to rely on her Navajo patience for now. With time, all answers came to light.
Annie’s heart pounded briefly with a bit of apprehension as Donnally led her into the main brig office. She saw at least fourteen people, men and women, working diligently at their individual desks. Annie spotted two desks that were empty in one corner of the large work area. Would she have to work right next to Donnally? She hoped not.
From inside a glass-enclosed office, a heavy-set civilian woman looked up. “Joe, is this our world-famous tracker?” she called.
Annie stopped and watched the large woman, who wore a bright red skirt and white blouse, come hurrying out of her office. She took an immediate liking to her. Despite her weight, she moved with delicate grace, and the smile of welcome on her face was like sunshine to Annie.
“Yeah, this is Corporal Yellow Horse.” Joe glanced at Annie. “This is Rose, Captain Ramsey’s civil-service secretary. Rose has been here for ten years and knows everything about our office.”
“Hi there,” Rose gushed, coming to a stop and pumping Annie’s long, slender hand. “I’m Rose. You must be Annie. You don’t mind if I call you by your first name, do you? I hate the way the military refers to everyone by their last name. It’s too impersonal. We’re really excited about you being here. Welcome!”
Annie returned the shorter woman’s enthusiastic handshake and smiled warmly. “Hi, Rose. It’s nice to meet you. And no, I don’t mind if you call me Annie.”
“Such a pretty name!” Rose gave Donnally a sweet smile, then devoted her attention to the newcomer. “I don’t know what I expected when they said you were being transferred to us, but golly, you are a pretty thing. Isn’t she, Joe?”
Annie almost had to laugh at Joe Donnally’s instant scowl. Trying to extricate her hand from Rose’s, she said, “Marines don’t look at each other that way, Rose.”
“Oh, pshaw!” Rose said with a good-natured chuckle. “Marines think they’re perfect. Well, they almost are, in my book, but they keep forgetting they’re human, too.” She looked at her watch. “It’s noon. How about we go over to the enlisted men’s club and grab a bite to eat? I’m dying to talk with you, and maybe I can fill you in on what we do around here to help ease you into your job.”
Annie could have kissed her in gratitude at that point. She glanced up at her superior. “Sergeant Donnally?”
“You do what you want,” he growled. “Just be back at 1300, and I’ll get you squared away with a desk assignment and your duties.”
His coldness hit Annie like a slap after Rose’s gushing warmth, but she merely nodded, suppressing her feelings. When Donnally turned and stalked back to his desk, Annie devoted her attention to Rose.
“I’d love to have lunch with you. Any help you can give me will be great.”
“Oh, wonderful!” The secretary clapped her hands together and grinned. “You don’t know how much I’ve heard about you, Annie! Your ability to track is legendary. You’re famous!”
“I just want to fit in here, Rose, and get along with everyone—despite my skills.” With a grimace, she glanced around, catching quick, curious looks from other brig chasers in the office, feeling their perusal of her. Her reputation generally preceded her, and Annie had gotten used to being minutely inspected. Too many times in the past she had met male marines with their noses out of joint, unwilling to believe a woman could be a tracker.
“Well, I’m gonna grab my purse, then I’ll drive you over to the club,” Rose continued excitedly. “They’ve got great hamburgers over there. Come on! I’ve got lots to tell you. I want you to know,” she said as she gestured for Annie to follow her into her office, “that you’ve got one of the finest officers in the world to work for. Captain Ramsey is such a sweet man.”
Annie waited in Rose’s office doorway, her hands clasped in front of her. Sweet wasn’t a word she’d use for any Marine Corps officer! But Rose obviously was an ebullient, vital force in this office, and Annie knew she worked directly with Ramsey. Glancing over her shoulder, she stole a look in Donnally’s direction. He was sitting at his desk, scowling as usual, the telephone receiver pressed to his ear with one hand, a stack of phone messages in the other.
It struck her that despite Donnally’s bulk and height, he had artistic-looking hands that spoke of a different side to his character. Was he an artist of some sort? she wondered. Perhaps he played a musical instrument? Painted? She tore her gaze from Donnally’s rugged profile and smiled to herself. Somehow, she couldn’t picture Joe as a painter—although he’d certainly displayed an artist’s stereotypical volatile temperament so far with her.
“You ready?” Rose asked, coming around her desk with her white purse slung over her shoulder.
Annie smiled and stepped aside. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Ma’am? Pshaw!” Rose wagged her finger in Annie’s face. “Young lady, you call me Rose or nothing at all! I don’t want any of that military jargon used on me! I’m a civilian, remember?”
With a laugh, Annie agreed, feeling welcomed, if only by the lone civilian in the office, to her new home for the next three years. The single fly in the ointment—and it was a considerable one—was the scowling Joe Donnally, who made it more than obvious that she wasn’t welcome at all on his turf.
Chapter Two
EM Clubs traditionally were noisy and crowded at noontime, and Annie was grateful when Rose decided to drive over to the base cafeteria instead. Once they’d selected their lunches, she found them a quiet corner.
“I think it’s wonderful that Captain Ramsey got you transferred here,” Rose said again as she sat down.
Annie smiled briefly and sipped her iced tea. “It’s sure a change from North Carolina.”
Rose waved her hand, then took a bite of her tuna sandwich. “Isn’t it, though? Camp Reed has three temperatures—hot, hotter and hottest.”
Laughing, Annie relaxed more. She liked Rose’s easygoing nature. “I think I’ll adjust. I was born in the New Mexico desert.”
Her eyes twinkling, Rose said, “That’s right—the captain mentioned that you were Navajo. I haven’t met too many Native American marines. What prompted you to enlist?”
“My grandfather was a code talker in World War II. He saw that I was restless, that I wanted to see more of the world than the reservation I grew up on.”
“So he figured a hitch in the corps would cure you?”
With a grin, Annie nodded. “Yes.”
“And it didn’t?”
“No.