Rachel Hobart was out of range. “Where is everyone?”

“What are you doing back here?” Molly remembered her, but they’d only met briefly. After Wyatt had been shot. After Falcon had dragged the Pinkerton agent into the kitchen when he’d caught her slipping through the shadows on her way to the house.

At the time, Falcon figured her for the one who’d shot Wyatt. Molly had gone running upstairs because they heard Wyatt moving around and someone had to keep him from coming down because he was too unsteady for the stairs.

They’d met one other time while Molly was fighting for Wyatt’s life. So Wyatt hadn’t spent any time with her, either. The bullet had knocked him mighty low.

Molly knew the rest of the family had been persuaded to trust her, but now she was back, looking like a desperate woman with bad intentions.

Molly braced herself to fight her off with the potato masher.

Wyatt came in behind Rachel, likely having seen her arrive. “What are you doing back here?”

Molly took grim satisfaction in knowing Wyatt thought like her. She was also glad she didn’t have to get the knife out of her boot. She liked to keep it a secret. She and Win had both taken to carrying one. Cheyenne, of course, already did.

“You’re Wyatt, right?” Rachel Hobart stuck out a hand, very manly.

Wyatt blinked. He hesitated but shook. Molly didn’t like it.

“Answer my question,” he said.

“That’s exactly what I’m planning to do.” Rachel looked from Wyatt to Molly. “Where is Falcon? And Cheyenne?”

“They aren’t here,” Wyatt said.

Rachel’s jaw firmed, and her eyes flared with annoyance. “I got Amelia Bishop returned home to Minnesota. We had a long train ride to talk, and we compared our experiences with Oliver Hawkins. He bothered both of us.”

“He bothers everyone.” Wyatt shrugged.

“He bothered us in a way that was improper. He was overly familiar. As a single woman employed in his house, I can promise you he said and did things in an increasingly disturbing way. Amelia’s experiences very closely matched mine. You weren’t in town when Hawkins saw Amelia had been found. But it was clear she was frightened of him, and it was clear he wanted her back.

“On our trip home she said a big part of the reason she ran off and got married and lived in hiding was because she was afraid Hawkins meant her harm.”

“Harm?” Wyatt’s brow furrowed. “You mean he put his hands on her? Against her wishes?”

“I mean, Amelia’s experience and mine aroused her father’s suspicions to the point he asked me to continue investigating.”

“But how can you investigate the way he treated you and Amelia when neither of you is still in his household?” Molly asked.