shifted in his seat but did not turn to look at her.
“Are you in pain?” she asked gently. “I picked up a few things in town.”
“No,” he said, voice tight. “I want to know more about this man following you. Do you think he knows what you told the sheriff? If this man thinks you’re a threat—”
“I’m safe at my new house.” At least she hoped that to be true. Lately, Lou seemed anxious, and she did not know if his rattled emotions came from being confined to bed or if there was another reason, something secret.... She swallowed at the thought. “The man... I’ve met him before. He knows where we are and can come at any time to your ranch, but he does not know of my new home.”
“What do you mean you know him?” Lou swiveled and pinned her with a piercing blue glare.
“Remember the stranger who visited last week? He is one and the same.”
“What’s his name?”
“He never said, but he has violet eyes, like Josie.”
“He might be her guardian.” A thicket of hair fell over Lou’s brow as James bounced across the uneven terrain.
“He didn’t ask for a little girl,” Mary retorted. She did not care for the accusing look on Lou’s face, as though she had done something wrong or immoral. “This man is dangerous, and I don’t believe he has any right to Josie.”
Lou sighed and ran his palms down his face. “James, you heading to Horn’s to pick up Josie?”
“Fixin’ to veer off now.”
“Good. If we haven’t heard from the authorities about Josie’s family in a week’s time, we’ll take her to Portland ourselves. I have unfinished business there. The ranch isn’t safe for Josie. That man was there once and now he’s been sighted in Burns—”
“It’s too soon.” The protest rolled off her tongue before she could stop it. “You’ll reopen your wound.”
Lou grunted. “I’ll be fine. Someone must be looking for her. James wired the bureau for me days ago, and they think they’ve found Josie’s mom. If not, we’ll track down another relative.”
They knew? Even the police hadn’t been in touch with her. She slumped down. It was for the best. It had to be.
Movement on the floor startled a gasp out of her.
The blankets reshuffled and out of their haphazard mound popped a blond head. Josie scowled up at Lou. “I’m not going back and you can’t make me.”
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