Wyatt noticed Kevin’s fist balled up tight and braced himself to take a punch to the jaw. “I didn’t do anything to her. What did you do to her?”

“I didn’t do anything.” But Kevin’s fist relaxed and worry clouded his eyes. Almost like he thought maybe he had done something to her. Now Wyatt’s fist clenched.

“Both of you shut up.” Cheyenne shoved them apart.

Wyatt noticed Win stood behind Kevin with her hands clutched to her throat. A much more biddable kind of woman than Cheyenne. Wyatt would have said Molly was the biddable type, too, but then why’d she take off?

Wyatt’s eyes went to Kevin’s. “Did she say I did something to her?” He thought of waking up beside her. But that had been weeks ago. Nothing like that had ever happened again.

He’d thought of it though. Mercy, he’d thought of it a lot.

“Not in the note.” Kevin looked at the sheet of paper in his hand.

“I never had any kind of trouble with her. No harsh words.” Wyatt pulled the note away from Kevin and read it. “This says she’s going to find work. Ranch life doesn’t suit her. How could ranch life not suit someone?” Wyatt had trouble even imagining such a thing. There was no better way to live.

“It’s not like we made her help with branding.” Cheyenne stepped away, either figuring they’d passed on the fistfight or not caring if they went to slugging each other.

Win came up and caught Kevin’s arm. “It’s me. She’s gone because she doesn’t like that you got married. Or she just doesn’t like me and doesn’t want to have me in your family.”

Kevin looked down at her, his color high from his earlier temper with Wyatt, but suddenly he looked uncertain, sad. “I felt like things were better between us. She was upset I didn’t tell her I was getting married, but we’ve talked plenty since then.”

He swallowed hard. “But maybe we didn’t talk about important things. Maybe we just talked about day-to-day life. I thought things were good. I’ve never had any notion that she didn’t like you, Win. But I guess when something is important, I’ve talked to you instead of her. Molly and I always talked about everything. It’s not you who sent her off, it’s me.”

“No, she worked too hard doctoring me.” Wyatt looked at the terse note again. “I was impatient and cranky all the time. It was me.”