He poured her a cup of coffee and set it in front of her. “That’s rough country out there. You’re in the foothills of Denali.”

“I know, but Peyton said she wanted to check all her cameras, and she might have included that one.”

“Radio reception won’t reach that far.”

She shook her head. And didn’t mention, either, that her father had vanished, taking the last of the radios.

If she was lucky, he’d be where he’d indicated on the map, just southwest of Cache Creek.

“Let me check on Dodge,” he said before heading into the flight office.

She slid off the stool and walked over to the fireplace. It wasn’t yet lit, but her gaze fell on a picture over the mantel, one of Barry and his family, minus his wife.

She guessed the boys were around fourteen, Larke easily sixteen and, of course, beautiful with that long blonde hair. Barry stood in the middle, with Ranger and Colt on one side. Ranger stood like a soldier, even then, his hands clasped behind his back, his grin solid and warm. Beside him, Colt wore a gimme cap backward on his head, and she couldn’t tell if he was looking at the camera or beyond it. He gave a thumbs-up to the camera, however, his grin slightly crooked, as if he might be hiding something.

Probably. Colt was the middle of the three, the one who couldn’t seem to find his footing.

Dodge stood at the end, flanking Larke, arms folded, staring into the camera, a sort of smile tweaking his face, as if he were still considering his options. He wore a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, the wind blowing his dark hair, his body already filling out, a hint of the man he would be.

“That was our last family picture before Larke left for the Army. I should have gotten another one, but the boys always were hard to wrangle.” Barry had come out and was standing behind her.

“I love this picture. Dad and I don’t have even one together. He doesn’t like them. Our last family picture was when I was nine, I think, although I can’t find it.”

Barry nodded. “It’s hard when you know there’s a missing piece. We didn’t take one for years, and then I realized that Cee loved this land as much as I did. Wanted us to raise our family here. She would always be a part of this life, so any picture I took would include her.”

Echo took a sip of her coffee. Strong and bracing. She would have expected nothing less from a Kingston. “My mother hated it here.”

Barry frowned at her. “I knew your mother. She was a strong woman, and she could appreciate the beauty of Alaska.”