“He claims this was just an accident. He said he doesn’t have insurance—that it’s a scam. That he has no money to fix this.” She rolled her eyes.
“And you don’t believe him.”
“I don’t believe a word that comes out of the man’s lips.” Her statement echoed with conviction.
Micah couldn’t blame her.
Travis Henderson wasn’t exactly an upstanding citizen.
Micah took a long look at the road.
There were no skid marks as if someone had braked hard.
Travis knew these curves. Everyone who grew up here did.
Naomi was right. Thiswasn’tan accident.
But exactly what was Travis trying to prove? Was he trying to scare the King family away from here? Would he really take things this far?
Micah feared he knew the answer.
He turned back to Naomi. “Did he threaten you?”
She hesitated and frowned before finally saying, “Not directly.”
Tension threaded his spine. “WhatdidTravis say?”
“The normal spiel. That my family stole his land.” Her voice stayed steady, but he caught the tension under it. “That people around here don’t forget.”
Something cold settled in Micah’s gut.
Travis Henderson had always been trouble. He was a loudmouth with a long memory, and he had a knack for hovering just inside the line where law stopped being useful.
His whole family—which included two other brothers—was trouble.
“I know you and your family have had run-ins with him before,” Micah murmured.
“Yes, we have. We ‘run into’ him entirely more than we’d like. He runs into me at odd times when I go into town. It’s happenedso often that it doesn’t feel coincidental anymore, if you know what I mean. But this is the first time he’s caught me alone like this. If you hadn’t shown up when you did . . .”
She didn’t finish the thought.
The idea of Travis fixating on Naomi put Micah on edge in a way it shouldn’t.
Her gaze flicked down the empty stretch behind him. “Anyway, I’m so glad you came when you did. You’re an answer to prayer.”
Something about those words caused a flash of warmth to spread through his chest.
Before he could respond, a rustle sounded from the woods.
Micah’s head snapped toward the noise.
His hand went to his sidearm as he scanned the trees.
The brush shifted again, closer this time.
Was it another Henderson? Did they have another surprise waiting for Naomi?
If so, he would be ready.
