I dragged a hand over my short beard. “She’s stupid enough to. I mean, I’ve known her less than a day, but I already know her well enough to know that she doesn’t know when to leave things well alone.”
Moose stepped closer. “Then we better find her.”
Bear cracked his knuckles. “And then we find the bastards who did this.”
I nodded once, the decision was already made. I turned to the others. “Assholes, you don’t leave this ranch until she’s back,” I said to the two prospects. “And you call me the second you see anything, or anyone.”
The wind shifted again, carrying the last traces of smoke across the field.
I didn’t look at the burned shed. I didn’t look at the tracks or at the empty road.
Instead, I made a promise to myself that whoever had stepped onto Rowan Hale’s land today had just made the biggest mistake of their life.
