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“That’s why I’m here,” Logan said. “You?”
“I’ll be working with you. Virgil just let me know.” Brady looked over his shoulder at the burnt building. “Something bothers me, though.”
“What’s that?” Sam asked.
“We don’t know who started the fire, or why. What’s stopping the person from torching it again once we rebuild?”
Sam pursed her lips. “I suppose if nothing happens, we’ll know it was a guest who left yesterday or this morning.”
Brady shook his head. “Only if they left the ranch. They could’ve taken a room at a hotel.”
Logan looked between Sam and Brady. “Well, nothing we can do now. The decision’s been made to rebuild now, so that’s what we’ll do.”
“I suppose so.” Brady walked away, the question of who started the fire still bothering him.
“His point is valid, Logan. Maybe Wyatt should post someone at night to keep watch.”
“I heard he and Virgil have people watching.”
Sam’s eyes widened. “I hadn’t heard. I wonder who?”
“No idea, but I’ll ask Virgil when I see him. I’d better join Brady so we can get started. Duke and Rowdy will be fine on their own. See you later.”
“Sure. See you later.” Sam watched him walk off. She didn’t like the strange feeling at his leaving. It was almost as if…
Sam shook her head. “Nope. We are not going there,” she whispered.
Hearing a vehicle approaching, she looked up to see a battered blue truck parked in the open lot. A man got out, settled a black Stetson on his head, then turned to face her.
Sam’s stomach churned as her chest constricted in a painful pinch. “It can’t be him.”
Yet she knew it was. The one man she never wanted to see again. The same man who’d almost destroyed her life.
Miguel Hobson. Her no good, rotten ex-husband.
Chapter Nine
Sam paced as she waited for the new guests to arrive on Sunday afternoon. As with the previous weeks, this one was full. Every guest cabin would be occupied, resulting in a busy week of activities. Just the way Sam liked it.
Unfortunately, her mind wasn’t on the upcoming week. Her thoughts were with the man in the lodge, meeting with Wyatt and Virgil.
After all this time, why would Miguel Hobson track her down? Sam knew the chances of him showing up without knowing she worked at Whistle Rock were zero. First, the man had never been much of a cowboy. Second, as far as she’d heard, he still lived in Oklahoma and worked as a mechanic. Third, her mother would’ve called her right away if she knew he’d moved out of town.
“The miscreant had slipped out of town during the night. The same as any weasel.”
“Are you talking to yourself, Sam?”
She whirled around to face Logan. “Me? Talking to myself? Never.”
“I’m pretty sure you were. And you were talking in full sentences.”
She lowered her voice. “Was I that loud?”
“I don’t believe anyone heard you but me.” He patted her shoulder. “Tell me about your miscreant.”
“Ugh. You did hear me.”
“Told you I did. Now, who’s the weasel?”
