Bram glanced at his watch. It was getting late. He didn’t want to be anywhere near the Devil’s Keyhole at dusk. He trotted from the office and helped Liam hitch up the horse, then they circled around to the cabins collecting luggage. Returning to the front of the lodge, Bram jumped down and rang the triangle. Liam guided the Belgian to the side of the building to collect any last-minute mail and packages.

Clouds had been gathering over the past few hours, and the temperature had dipped. The helicopter taking the guests to Idaho Falls should have been ahead of the storm. In fact, they should have landed by now. He hoped any rain would hold off until they reached town. The wagon was charming and rustic when the weather was nice, but plenty miserable when the elements changed.

As he strolled around the lodge, something nagged at the back of his brain, but he couldn’t pull it out. What was he forgetting? He had the contaminated water. Was it something else? Weather? Idaho Falls? Supply wagon? Mule Shoe?

A small earthquake was followed by the barking dogs at the front of the lodge. Shortly after came the sound of a stampede.

“Grab the horse’s head,” he yelled at Liam. The young man took hold of the Belgian’s bridle on one side while Bram held on to the other. The big guy stomped and tossed his head as the herd raced through the center of the resort, kicking up a dust cloud. By the time the cloud settled, the horses had reached the perimeter fence and turned back toward the barn.

“Glad we had him hitched up,” Liam said. “No way would he have been able to pull the wagon if he’d been running with the herd. Too jacked up.”

Still holding the bridle, both men walked the horse and wagon to the front of the lodge.

Dee Dee, Grace, and Darby were waiting. The two dogs circled Darby but remained some distance from the others. The suitcases were stacked behind the spring seat, and a thick mattress covered the remaining area. Cookie bustled from the lodge with several blankets. “You might get cold at the top of the pass. If, heaven forbid, it should start raining, there’s a tarp under the spring seat.” She pulled Darby aside and spoke quietly, but Bram could hear her. “I hope you’ll return after making your report, and I hope whoever or whatever is behind all this is caught and punished. This is too glorious a place on earth to lose it now. Be safe.”