The Texas Ranger. Jan Hudson

you anything helpful?” Gabe asked.

      “Not really. She was nervous as a cat, and just talking about it gave her a bad headache.”

      “A migraine. Damn. It’ll lay her low for several hours. She hasn’t had one in a while.”

      “Man, I’m sorry about that. But I had to talk to her.”

      Gabe shrugged. “I’m not blaming you for doing your job.”

      After Sam left, he headed downtown to see Belle’s office. He’d been promising her that he’d drop by sometime. Wimberley was a pretty little town full of old rednecks, an artsy crowd plus a new influx of retirees and folks attracted to the charm of a small town and the bucks to be made with the booming tourist trade.

      He followed Ranch Road 12 toward the square, passing over the bridge where Cypress Creek had smoothed the limestone boulders along its bumpy path. Not that he could see anything square about the square. There was a crooked Y in the road and a couple of streets off to one side with a bunch of shops and restaurants painted different colors. His mother would call the town picturesque.

      He found the Wimberley Star office down one of the side streets and parked out front. Belle liked it here. Mostly he figured that Belle liked it here because Gabe was here.

      Gabe was a good guy.

      And Skye…

      Skye was spectacular. She didn’t deserve what had happened to her. Sam wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to do it, but somehow, some way, he was going to track down the bastard who had screwed up her life and put him behind bars.