I glanced at him quickly, then looked down again. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about me. “Something like that.”

An awkward silence followed before Dee Dee gave up and changed the subject. While Dee Dee and Grace chatted, I took the opportunity to speak quietly to Bram. “Roy told me you might know something more about Shadow Woman.”

“I’d never heard of her before I was given the order to shoot the dogs,” he said discreetly.

“Wasn’t she named in the court order? And maybe also her address?”

“You’re right, she was. I’ll see what I can find out.”

“Thank you.” I glanced at his tumble of hair. I wanted to brush it off his forehead.

He noted my glance and swiftly smoothed his hair.

The rest of the meal passed uneventfully, with Dee Dee and Grace expounding on art, Idaho, and the Mule Shoe. I could feel Bram’s gaze on me, but I concentrated on my meal, acknowledging the others with an occasional head bob and grunt.

After dinner, Roy stood. “Good evening and, once again, welcome to Mule Shoe. This particular parcel of land was originally owned by the railroad tycoon Edward H. Harriman of the Union Pacific Railroad. He and the Guggenheim family owned other lands in Idaho, but they always referred to this location as their ‘hidden gem.’ Early on, the Harrimans gave this ranch to my family as a thank-you for their dedication to conservation. John Muir, in fact, visited here in 1913 and convinced the Harrimans to make wilderness conservation a condition of ownership.”

Grace gave an approving nod and there was a smattering of applause.

“Now I’d like to introduce a few people. First of all, the woman responsible for the smooth day-to-day running of the resort. She started out as our cook and now is our general manager. I’m sure she has another name, but we all call her Cookie.”

Another round of polite applause greeted the broad-shouldered, rangy woman in western garb and an unbleached muslin apron. “Thank all of you and welcome! I know you’ll love Mule Shoe as much as I do. Please come to me if you need anything at all.” She gave a brief wave and returned to the kitchen.

“You’ve all met Wyatt,” Roy continued, “our wrangler.” Wyatt nodded from the side of the room where he was leaning against the wall. He glanced at me, then away.

“Our three female staff members are all from Poland. Meet Zofia, Maja, and Alicja.” The three women nodded or waved as they continued to clean up the dishes.

“Finally, Angie, do you want to stand and introduce yourself?”