“Why do you want my family Bible?” Falcon was on her heels. He looked mighty confused.

“The date Falcon was born is written in here.” She bent her head over the book, open in her hand.

“It is?” Falcon tried to look over her shoulder.

“I thought you didn’t know how old you were?” Wyatt came to Cheyenne’s side.

“I don’t.” Falcon scratched his head. “Not exactly.”

“You were twenty-nine last January.”

“And I was three or four when Pa ran off. Ma died when I was ten.”

“Are you sure about that? About your age?” Cheyenne asked.

Falcon nodded, but there was no great certainty in it.

“We have to track it down. Make sure.” Cheyenne looked up from the old Bible in her hands and locked eyes with Wyatt.

“I can’t read nor write,” Falcon shrugged. “I couldn’t write down the date she died in our Bible.”

“If Falcon’s right about his age when his ma died,” Wyatt said, “Clovis’s marriage to my ma isn’t legal, and that means the will isn’t legal and the land is Cheyenne’s and mine.”

“We have to make sure, but if we’re right, this fixes everything.” Cheyenne shoved the Bible into Wyatt’s hands and rushed out of the room.

Falcon watched her go, then said sheepishly, “It’s strange to have my wife all excited about me losing an inheritance. I don’t care. I’m not a rancher. Honest, I’m happy for her. But it don’t seem quite right.”

Wyatt came to his side and slapped him on the shoulder. “You’re married to her. I know from good old Pa that whatever she owns is yours. So instead of owning a third of the ranch, you now own half.”

“And Kevin owns none.” Falcon gave Molly a worried look.

“He stands to inherit all of Hawkins Ranch, even if he’ll never get Win to go near it while her pa’s alive,” Wyatt said.

“You were alone in a cabin in the mountains from the age of ten?” Molly’s heart twisted. “I was nine when my parents died. But I had Kevin.”