Page 13 of Rangers Last Promise

“No. I brought her to the tavern.”

“Is she hurt?”

“A few cuts from the glass. She refuses to go to the clinic.”

“That sounds like Grant.”

The words escape before I can stop them.

Wolf goes quiet.

“You remember his sister that well?”

I remember everything.

“She was at the funeral.”

“She was a kid.”

“She was his whole world.”

Another pause.

“And you knew she became a deputy?”

I don’t answer.

Wolf understands too much from my silence.

“You’ve kept tabs on her.”

“I made sure she was okay.”

“For fifteen years?”

“Yes.”

“Does she know?”

“No.”

“Then I’m guessing she isn’t going to take it well.”

“She doesn’t have to like me.”

A humorless laugh comes through the phone. “You really don’t remember Grant’s little sister.”

I remember her standing beside the grave after everyone else left. I remember the rain soaking through her black dress. I remember wanting to tell her what Grant’s final thoughts had been.

Her.

Always her.

I couldn’t make myself walk toward her.

“I’ll be there tonight,” I say.

“You’re driving into a storm.”