that.
âYou can do the same thing,â she said, seeing the skill in a flash of memory. âWhen you told me about the three Indian ponies your ranch is named for and the star showerââ
âI donât use that sad smile to make people go gooey-eyed.â
Just leave, Sam told herself, and she stepped off the porch.
âYou guys will work it out,â she said airily, but Kitâs wistful expression as he recalled boosting little Jake up to reach things crowded out her good intentions. âJake, thatâs a real smile.â
Just as heâd welcomed Witchâs misbehavior, he welcomed Samâs.
âAnd youâd know that, better ân me,â Jake scoffed, âafter spendinâ how much time with him?â
Jake was rarely sarcastic, so she tried to stay calm. But when he leaned against the house with hisarms crossed and gave a scornful sniff, that did it.
âI know ,â Sam snapped as she marched closer to Jake, âbecause I was paying attention when he was talking about you before you and Nate came into the roomââ
âDonât point your finger at me, Samantha.â
âOkay,â she said, then poked her index finger against his chest.
Jake sidestepped and left her hand hanging there until she dropped it to her side.
Then she tried being sympathetic. âJake, I know it must make you crazy when Kit calls you Baby Bearââ
âHold your voice down.â
Sam took a deep breath. His request made her even madder. Did he think she wanted his family as an audience to this ridiculous discussion?
âWhat,â she whispered, âdid he have to gain by saying nice things about you when you werenât there to hear? Huh?â
âThis,â Jake said, and now he was the one pointing. âYou standing up for him.â
âI am so sureââ Sam broke off and stared into the lavender sky. Spotting the evening star, she made a hurried wish that she could smooth things over. âJake, a twentysomething-year-old man doesnât care if a high school sophomore takes his side against his brother!â
Jake was in over his head. He didnât like to talk ,let alone dissect relationships.
So Sam gave him a minute. She heard Ace nicker. She made out the garbled noise of the television inside the Elysâ house. She saw Jake scuff his boot toe in the dirt as he muttered, âI donât know.â
Sam looked down to snap her coat closed just as the front porch light suddenly glared down on them.
The kitchen door swung open, nearly striking Jake.
âSam, donât go,â Mrs. Ely said. âIâm not a gossip. Well, not usually,â she corrected with a sheepish grin, âbut honey, believe me, youâve got to see this! You, too, Jake. I wish Luke were home,â she fretted, glancing toward the ranch gates.
Then she turned to go back into the house.
Sam only stared at Jake for a second. Was he going to say something to erase his hostility?
âWhat?â she encouraged him, and then Sam waited.
She didnât want to be impatient, but her curiosity was stronger than her desire to continue their stupid conversation. So, when Jake mumbled âNothinââ and stepped aside to let her squeeze past him, Sam slipped back into the house.
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âThat son of a gun had it coming!â
Sam followed Nateâs crowing voice back into the living room.
Everyone was staring at the TV, but it took Sama few seconds to make sense of what the reporterâs voice was saying. She recognized Lynn Cooperâs throaty tone at the same time that she recognized two of the three men on the TV screen.
Linc Slocum, dressed in a brick-colored Western suit with embroidery on the lapels, stood outside the sheriffâs office in Darton. He stood next to a businesslike man she didnât recognize, but nearby she was pretty sure, yeah, that was Sheriff Ballard.
Lincâs