a flight risk, Mr. Koker has no ties to the community and no family. According to his work history, he’s traveled from town to town, even state to state, working odd jobs on different ranches.”
Cash tapped his boot on the floor. He hadn’t thought his nomadic lifestyle would come back to bite him in the butt.
“For all we know, he may have escape plans in place,” the DA continued, “We are requesting bail be denied, and that Mr. Koker be remanded until trial.”
The judge checked his notes, then removed his reading glasses and studied Cash.
Cash’s breath stalled in his chest. The judge had obviously seen the bloody pictures of Sondra and was going to deny bail.
The door in the back burst open, jarring them. Cash turned to see three men enter, all dressed in Western attire, all big, broad shouldered and tough looking. One wore a sheriff’s uniform.
“Your honor, my name is Sheriff Maddox McCullen of Pistol Whip,” the tallest of the man said in a deep voice. “May I approach the bench?”
The judge arched his brows in question. “If it pertains to this case, yes.”
Sheriff Jasper blustered a protest, but the judge silenced him with a single pound of the gavel. “Approach.”
Sheriff McCullen strode toward the judge’s galley, the other two men flanking him. As they passed Cash, each of them paused a second to scrutinize him.
Cash tightened his jaw. What the hell was going on?
Did this sheriff have some other trumped-up charges to make sure Cash stayed locked up?
* * *
BJ STOOD RAMROD straight in front of the judge beside the McCullens. “Your honor, I’ve spoken with my client and not only does he claim innocence, he’s sincerely worried about the victim’s son. The absence of the boy’s birth father and his identity suggests that he is a possible suspect.”
The judge waved his hand. “We are not trying the case today Miss Alexander. We’re here to establish bail.”
“Judge,” Sheriff McCullen said. “May we speak in chambers?”
The judge rubbed the collar of his robe but nodded. “All right, but you’d better have good reason for this.”
“Yes, sir, I do,” Maddox said.
BJ and Maddox followed him into his private quarters, leaving Cash looking dumbfounded.
“Now someone explain what’s going on?” the judge said as soon as the door was shut.
Maddox cleared his throat. “I realize that you’re concerned about Mr. Koker being a flight risk, but I can assure you that he won’t flee.”
“Just how do you propose to do that?” the judge asked.
“By taking him into my custody,” Sheriff McCullen said.
The judge leaned forward. “May I ask why you would do that? What is your involvement with Cash Koker? Has he committed a crime in your jurisdiction?”
“No.” Maddox spoke in a low voice. “My brothers and I recently learned that we have twin brothers who were kidnapped at birth. We believe Cash Koker is one of those lost brothers.”
The judge raised a brow with interest. “I see. And you plan to blindly take this stranger, who has been accused of murder, into your home? Are you sure that’s a wise idea?”
Maddox glanced at BJ, then back to the judge. He was obviously considering her opinion on whether or not Cash was guilty or innocent.
“With all due respect, Judge, my brother Ray is a detective and I’m a lawman,” Maddox said. “We’ll get to the truth. I promise you that.”
“And you’ll keep Koker in your custody?”
“Yes, sir,” Maddox agreed.
The judge made a clicking sound with his teeth. “All right.”
BJ and Maddox followed the judge and bailiff back into the courtroom.
Brett and Ray had taken seats in the courtroom. Cash looked confused and anxious.
“Bail is set at fifty thousand dollars. Mr. Koker, you are released into the custody of Sheriff McCullen.” He gave Cash a pointed look. “You are not allowed to leave the county or state. If you have a passport, you will turn it over to the court. If you attempt to flee, you will go back to prison, where you will reside until your trial. Do you understand?”
Cash nodded, his expression wary as he studied Maddox. “Yes, sir, Your Honor.”
BJ’s stomach knotted as Cash turned accusatory eyes toward her.
He didn’t trust her or Maddox.
She certainly couldn’t explain here in the courtroom.
The guard released Cash while Brett and Ray went to pay the bail.
“What the hell is your agenda, Sheriff?” Cash growled as the sheriff led him outside then to a police issued SUV. “Did Elmore hire you to get rid of me before the trial?”
“Just shut up and get in,” Sheriff McCullen ordered. “I’ll explain later.”
The two men who’d been with the sheriff walked down the steps of the courthouse, waved to the sheriff then climbed in a pick-up truck near the sheriff’s vehicle.
Cash rubbed his wrists where the handcuffs had been, but he still felt the weight of the metal against his skin.
If they didn’t find a way to prove his innocence, he’d go back to jail and stay there the rest of his life. The thought made his lungs squeeze for air.
For a man who liked the open wilderness, country air and the freedom to move around, being confined would kill him.
He tensed as the sheriff veered onto the highway. He had to be prepared in case he drove him into the boonies and tried to get rid of him.
Surely that lawyer lady wouldn’t allow him to do something like that. She might not totally believe him, but he’d sensed that she cared about kids and would push the police to hunt for Tyler.
“Where are you taking me?” Cash asked.
Sheriff McCullen glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “To get some of your stuff.”
“We’re going to the Triple X?”
“Yes. I assumed you’d need clothes.”
He did. The stench of blood and now his own body odor was getting to him.
The sheriff veered onto the road leading to the ranch where he’d been working, and Cash noticed the lawyer was following.
“Why did you bail me out?” Cash asked.
The sheriff released a heavy sigh. “We’ll discuss that at Horseshoe Creek.”
Cash had never been to Horseshoe Creek, but he’d heard about the McCullen spread. Hell, everyone within five states had heard about it. Apparently the patriarch of the family, Joe McCullen, had run a large cattle and horse operation. He’d died a year ago and left it to his three sons. Maddox was the sheriff. Brett, a big rodeo star. And the youngest, Ray, was a private investigator.
A few months ago, Cash had read an article saying that Joe hadn’t died of natural causes as they’d originally thought, but that he’d been murdered.
Joe McCullen and Elmore, Sondra’s father, had been rival ranchers, owning two of the largest spreads in this part of Wyoming. Was that why the McCullens were coming to his rescue now? To get back at an old rival?
A sign for the Triple X dangled from wooden posts. The