Chapter Forty-five
Split-eared Bridle“They tracked him to the gully at the bottom of Dead Man’s Ridge.” Logan’s lips tightened as he spoke the name. It conjured an image in Hana’s mind of a teenager with a broken leg lying at its stony bottom. She dismissed it with a flap of her hand.
“He fell?”
Logan snorted. “No. Unlucky for him. Toby’s got him. They’re on their way back here.”
“Here?” Hana’s eyes widened. “You can’t bring him here.” She glanced at her watch and forced her scrambled brain to count the hours before she’d need to fetch the children from school.
Logan’s jaw tightened. “What do you think I’m gonna do to him, Hana?”
She swallowed. “I don’t know, but you’re angry. It leaves several horrible possibilities.”
“Right.” He snatched a glass from the cupboard and filled it wit
