Wyatt bent and pulled up a handful of papers. “You probably should go through all of this. How can you know if it’s valuable? We could help you.”

He flipped through a stack of loose paper, yellow with age. A thick oversized packet slipped out and dropped to the floor. It hit with a slap that drew Molly’s eyes as it skidded to Falcon’s feet.

It was a folder of some kind made of sturdy leather with a button and string tying it shut. Falcon bent to pick it up and read aloud, “‘Winona Hawkins Trust.’”

Cheyenne had worked with him for a while, but Falcon took to reading and arithmetic like fire to straw. He now spent part of the family money on books and had a nice shelf full of them.

Molly gasped at the words. And she heard other such noises as Falcon handed the packet to Win.

Win quickly unwound the string and flipped the folder open, then drew out some very official-looking documents. Fine paper, large formal script at the top that read Last Will and Testament. Then her grandmother’s name.

Below it, in a smaller size, was a page full of the script.

Win read quickly. “My grandparents left me a trust fund. It was very explicitly left to me and was to be turned over after my marriage. It can’t be accessed before.”

“How big a trust fund?” Cheyenne, always plainspoken, asked.

Win told them, and it earned another gasp all around.

“Remember, Wyatt, when you offered to sell some of your cows to me this fall instead of doing a roundup, and I’d pay for them over time?”

“Yep, the offer is still good.”

Kevin grinned and said, “We’ll take them all.”

The whole group laughed at the load that had just been lifted off Kevin and Win’s shoulders.

Kevin slid an arm across Win’s back. “Your grandparents, probably with your ma in full agreement, did this to protect you from your pa. They knew you’d need protection, even before all his evil toward your family.”

After some deep investigation, it was now believed that Hawkins had killed his in-laws. He’d been sly about it, but there were lawmen back in Chicago who well remembered the unusual circumstances of their deaths. It was assumed that one of the reasons he’d taken his family west was to avoid answering questions. He’d never admitted it, and he was beyond questions now.

Win swung around and looked again at the pictures of her grandparents.