Sadie wasn't afraid of much.
She rode horses nobody else would touch.
Worked cattle.
Fixed fences.
Argued with me every time we saw each other.
Fear wasn't something I associated with her.
Which meant Gerald mattered.
More than I liked.
More than she was telling us.
Wolf leaned back against the bar.
"You gonna ask her?"
"No."
He snorted.
"You're absolutely going to ask her."
I took a drink of beer.
Wolf smiled.
The irritating kind.
The kind that meant he already knew he was right.
I hated when that happened.
"So what's the plan?"
I stared toward the window.
Darkness had settled outside.
The ranch sat several miles away.
Too far.
Farther than I liked.
Especially now.
Especially with Gerald in town.
My jaw tightened.
"I'll figure it out."
Wolf's smile grew.
