“Pretty much what I’d worked out. Get even with his mom, move out of Fremont County, end up in a bigger city. But he’d also found he liked setting fires. Didn’t you follow all that in the news?”

“No.” I traced the wood grain on the tabletop. “I returned to Clan Firinn until Cookie’s trial—”

“I thought for sure I’d see you then.”

“They kept me pretty much sequestered. And the defense attorney was brutal . . .” I looked up and smiled at him. “Let’s talk about better things. What are you doing now?”

“I’m between jobs, but I have an offer I’m considering.” He glanced around. “I see a lot of changes here.”

“Cookie couldn’t benefit from her crime, so the place went back up for sale. When Grace bought Mule Shoe, she turned it into a summer camp for challenged teens. Each week is a different group. This week it’s amputees. The cabins are for staff, and we added tepees for the campers to sleep in. The kids love it.”

“Well, what kid wouldn’t want to sleep in a tepee?”

Maverick wandered over and sat beside Bram. “Well, hello, Maverick.” He tentatively patted the dog on the head, then looked at me. “This is new. When did he start letting people touch him?”

“He’s coming around. Anyway, we still don’t allow cell phones or electronic devices, but now we have electricity, internet service, and outdoor lighting. And batteries. Lots of batteries.”

Bram gave me a questioning look before asking, “And you?”

I grinned. “I teach western riding. And have a book club featuring dog stories. What else?”

The counselors had sorted out their campers by now and were escorting them to the different tepees. Grace strolled over to us. “Bram! Good to see you!”

“Good to see you, Grace. Quite the adventure you have here.”

She sat. “We only run this in the summer, of course, as a camp. During the winter we have retreats with snowshoeing and cross-country skiing. Booked solid for the next year and a half.” She patted me on the back. “Darby here has had a lot of good ideas.”

“Do you hear from Roy?” Bram asked. “Or Angie?”

“Roy moved to Alaska,” Grace said. “He claimed Idaho was getting too crowded. I lost touch with Angie.”

“What about Wyatt, Peter, and Stacy?” he asked. “And Riccardo?”

Grace glanced at me. “Riccardo’s fine. Started college. Wyatt hung around a bit. I think he was hoping Darby would . . . well, anyway, he finally took a job in Montana. Big resort north of Missoula.”

Heat had started in my neck and rushed up my face. I cleared my throat. “Peter and Stacy went home. They were Sam’s gemstone investors but believed everything to be legit.”

“Did you ever find out why those three didn’t get help for us?” Bram asked.