Before they had a chance to speak any further, Vaughn was in the doorway with Hannah tugging at his arm. “See?” she gushed. “I told you!”
For a moment Randy was speechless. Vaughn looked good. His jeans were as scuffed and worn as the surfaces of the mountains behind them, and a grease-stained, blue work-shirt hung open over his shoulders. Though Vaughn’s lips stayed close, the emotion dancing through his tired eyes was enough conversation for a hundred lifetimes.
For the entire drive, each and every one of the twenty-some-odd hours it had taken him, Randy had preached, demanded, and reasoned all kinds of speeches aloud in preparation for that moment. Yet the only word he managed to get his tongue to form was, “Vaughn.”
Vaughn nodded. “Shield Wolf.” He tapped the back of Hannah’s hand u
