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Wynona wheeled around at him and glared. “This is not my fault! How can you not get that?”
Oh no. Talk about a backfire. He did not know who May was, but this woman was not amused by vanity plates, especially not ones that referenced the giant con her organization had just pulled. “I never said it was,” he said lamely.
“Oh yes, you did,” she said slowly. She sounded exhausted. “You just didn’t use words.” She made herself busy again, and Tucker felt like the poop that had been scraped off someone’s shoe—and not the valuable toad kind either.
He sheepishly glanced at Holden to find the man still looking at him, but he was looking at him curiously, the way one looks at a piece of bread with mold on it to see if it was still good enough to eat.
Tucker looked at Sundance. At least he would still be on his side, but Sundance was staring at Wynona. Fine. Maybe he should just start down the mountain and leave these three to do some more bonding.
Chapter 36
Wynona started downthe mountain with ten tracking harnesses in her pack—the same number she’d started up the mountain with twelve hours prior. She’d been feeling optimistic back then.
She wasn’t feeling very optimistic now.
Martin trudged along beside her, his harnesses still in his pack as well. Despite this, Martin seemed to be in good spirits. She was grateful for his company.
Tucker forged ahead of them, out of sight in the thick pine. He’d been a complete jerk all night. At first she’d felt bad, but then she’d concluded that he was angrier than he’d had reason to be—with her, anyway.
None of this was her fault. She was low man in the hierarchy. She had no decision-making power. And she’d been doing her very best since she’d landed in South Dakota.
And they weren’t taking away all hunting forever, only archery season in this one small part of the state. There was plenty of other land. And if it was the money he was worried about, he was being paid handsomely by FWS right now.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket, which sent a small surge of hope through her. Then she saw that it was Craig, and that hope quickly dissipated.
“You need to get me out of here,” he whispered instead of hello. He sounded manic.
“Out of where?” Had he been arrested? Kidnapped?
“Out of this filthy hotel room,” he hissed.
Filthy? It was the nicest place she’d stayed in years. He was delusional.
“Why can’t you getyourselfout of your hotel room?”
“Because they’re out there!”
