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Chapters (50)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. CHAPTER ONE
  5. CHAPTER TWO
  6. CHAPTER THREE
  7. CHAPTER FOUR
  8. CHAPTER FIVE
  9. CHAPTER SIX
  10. CHAPTER SEVEN
  11. CHAPTER EIGHT
  12. CHAPTER NINE
  13. CHAPTER TEN
  14. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  15. CHAPTER TWELVE
  16. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  21. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  22. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  43. CHAPTER FORTY
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  49. EPILOGUE
  50. Teaser Chapter

Kade looked at the note and felt a rush of excitement, followed by a sweep of anger. “You call the sheriff?”

“Not yet. I wanted to let you know first.”

Kade unsnapped the pocket on his denim shirt and shoved the note inside. “We’ll phone the sheriff from the road. Carver may need to call the Routt County sheriff, since Phippsburg’s in his jurisdiction. We’re closer than either one of them.”

“You think we can find Dunstan?”

“It’s a very small town.” His jaw flexed. “We’ll find Dunstan, and when we do, I got a hunch we’ll find Keller.”

“If he’s there, he’s likely armed. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather let the cops handle this?”

Kade walked back to his desk, pulled open the bottom drawer, and punched the code into his gun safe. Reaching inside, he picked up the holstered Colt Classic .45 that had belonged to his dad.

He looked at Ellie. “Keller shot two of my steers, one of my men, and my dog.” He strapped the big semiauto around his waist and tied the leather thong around his thigh. “I’m damned sure.” Kade grabbed his hat and tugged it low, caught Ellie’s arm and propelled her out of the study.

“Wait a minute.” She pulled free. “I need my purse, my jacket, and my weapon. I’ll meet you outside.”

Kade just nodded. He wanted Frank Keller. If Keller was in Phippsburg, Kade was going to find him. He was going to end this. One way or another.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

PHIPPSBURG, IN ROUTT COUNTY, COLORADO, WAS LITTLE MORE THAN a wide spot in the road about thirty miles north of Coffee Springs. A post office, a ranch supply store, a couple of boarded-up businesses, and a small settlement of houses marked the rural community. A few hundred people lived close to town; a few more made their homes in the surrounding hills.

Because it was Saturday, the red-brick post office was closed. Instead, Kade turned the pickup into the parking lot of Flatt’s Ranch Supply and pulled into one of the diagonal spaces out front. He’d known the owner, Charlie Flatt, for more than a decade.

Ellie walked beside him across the asphalt, and Kade pulled open the door to the long wooden building. The place was stacked high with bags of horse feed, cans of dog food, tack and tools, fuel for pellet stoves, automotive parts, tires, and farming equipment. You name it, you could find it at Flatt’s.

Charlie stood behind the counter, a man in his sixties with iron-gray hair and a paunch over the waistband of work jeans held up by colorful striped suspenders.

He spotted them as they walked up and smiled. “Well, Kade Logan! Long time no see.”

Kade smiled back. “Been a while, Charlie. Though I don’t think you ever really change.”