Falcon had gotten lost in the woods, well, not lost exactly. He’d been shot, he’d fallen into a vicious, fast-moving stream, half-drowned and believed dead, and left to wander in the forest for a week with a head wound that wiped out his memory. Cheyenne hadn’t met him yet, since it happened the first day he’d come to the ranch, and she’d left the ranch in a rage over having lost her inheritance to Wyatt and his surprise half brothers.

While wandering the woods, she’d seen tracks and wondered who was skulking around her property. She traipsed around after him in the mountains and forests for nearly a week and never so much as caught sight of him.

“Falcon impressed me so much when I was trying to trail him. I was halfway in love with him before we met. He’s right. It was easy.”

“You two are no help.” Wyatt grabbed his Stetson and dragged it off his head, then with his gloved hand, he shoved his hair back so it didn’t hang in his eyes. He needed a haircut. He clapped his hat back on and decided to ride to Bear Claw Pass to the barber. Anything to get shut of these two.

And no, he wasn’t gonna ask the barber what to do about Molly.

He took one long step.

Cheyenne grabbed hold of him. “Wait. Don’t leave. You’re right. We’re a bad example of how to spark a woman.”

“I sparked Patsy back home. My first wife.”

Nodding, Cheyenne asked, “How’d you do that?”

“I met her in the woods skinnin’ a possum. You should’ve seen that woman skin a possum.” Falcon shook his head and seemed to be seeing into the past. “It was a wonder. I asked her if she was married, and she said no. So I asked her if she’d marry me, and she said yes.”

Cheyenne leaned forward to look across Wyatt at Falcon. “Just like that?”

“She was a fine woman.”

Cheyenne looked sideways at Wyatt.

He scowled at her. “I’ve never seen Molly skin anything. She expects the food to come to the house already skinned.”

“Still, she’s a fine cook.” Falcon patted his stomach.

Wyatt expected Falcon and Cheyenne to show up for most meals back home . . . unless Molly moved away. Then they’d all starve.

“Just go back and ask her to marry you. That oughta fix things up, but I can go trap a possum for you if y’all want to test her first.” Falcon’s Southern drawl was a perfect echo of Clovis Hunt, their worthless father. Of the three brothers, Falcon resembled Clovis most. It was the thing Wyatt liked least about him.

Wyatt shoved Falcon, and he only moved because Wyatt took him by surprise, and maybe because he was getting out of fist range and laughing at the same time.