lead.â
âYouâre sure?â he said, and the accusation in his words suddenly made sense.
âOh my gosh, Ryan didnât bully me into helping him,â she said. âRyanâs not that way.â
âNever be too sure, Samantha. Itâs hard to tellwhat people will do when theyâre desperate.â
For a minute, Sam heard nothing but the tires on the road.
âIt was my filly,â she said, finally. âDallas saw it happen and Gram bandaged it for me. Ryan was actually a little worried about it.â
In the carâs dimness, the sheriff nodded.
âRyan might be a fine kid. Maybe he just needs to cowboy up a little bit,â the sheriff said a few miles later.
Cowboy up , Sam thought. The expression made her smile even before Sheriff Ballard added, âYou know, quit whininâ and do what needs to be done. Iâd like to think thatâs the only problem,â the sheriff continued, âbut he told you heâd spring these horses by nightfall, Sam, and now heâs gone. Heâs four hundred miles away, for the best part of the week.â
âI donât know why he did that,â Sam said. Even to her, her voice sounded small inside the rushing police car.
âBecause he knows youâre the kind of girl whoâd do the wrong thing, if itâs for the right reason.â He paused, letting his words sink in before adding, âHe left you holding the bag, Samantha.â
âI know.â
Sam stared out the window, into the darkness. In that moment, she gave up on Ryan Slocum, for good.
Only the horses mattered now.
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In the gloomy dusk, Sam almost missed the spot where Ryan had fought so hard to unhitch the trailer.
âThere it is,â Sam said, pointing, but as the sheriff pulled over and parked, she noticed the trailer was open.
Panic vaulted up in Samâs chest.
âI know it probably doesnât matter,â she said, quickly, âbut the trailer was latched. The handle on the doorâ¦â she gestured, showing how Ryan had shoved it into place.
That didnât make sense. She and Ryan were the only ones whoâd known the trailer was here. After heâd dropped her off at River Bend Ranch, could he have come back and put the horses inside? Had there been time for him to do that before the private plane arrived for him and Rachel?
Sam jumped out of the police car.
âDonât touch it, Sam,â the sheriff said before she could close her door. âLet me.â
Fidgeting, Sam watched the sheriff tug a handkerchief from his pocket, but the trailer was silent. She knew the horses werenât inside.
Using the handkerchief to cover his hand, the sheriff opened the trailer door farther. Of course it was empty.
Karl Mannix drove up in the bright-yellow Hummer, lowered his window, and chuckled at the pains the sheriff was taking not to smear fingerprints.
âJust gonna check out this trailer, then Sam and Iâll walk up and see that the horses are safe. Weâll bring âem back down.â
âHow far up is it?â Mannix nodded to the trail.
The sheriff turned, passing the question to Sam.
âAbout a mile,â she said. âItâs a rough walk, but not very long.â
âShoot, we can get up there in the Hummer. No need to walk,â Karl boasted.
âLetâs not rip up the trail,â the sheriff said.
âItâs nothing but weeds and dirt,â Karl insisted.
Sam stared at the vehicle Karl wanted to take up the hill. The Hummer was as big as an apartment on wheels. It could crush squirrel burrows, demolish deerpaths, and terrify mustangs. Even if the wildlife escaped, the plants they lived on would be ripped and mashed.
âDonât want to take a chance on scaring the horses off, if theyâve broken out,â the sheriff added. âTheyâll probably head downhill, toward home.â
âYouâre the expert,â Karl