Chapter Fifteen
Joe stared out at the miles of vast wilderness. This was just one of many hidden pockets, and he wondered whether Ryan would have thought to come way up here. They could be off, way off. After all, he’d had a hard time finding the path in the dark when he started out with Margaret in the rain. What had Ryan been thinking, heading out on Storm into this? Ryan had never ridden alone. Joe would never have allowed it.
A hand touched his arm, and then Margaret stood right beside him with that ridiculous wide-brimmed hat that wasn’t made for a woman. She watched him, standing so close that he could feel her support, which was something he’d never felt from a woman before. He’d always been the support, the strong one, the one to hold everything together, and he liked that, but h
