“You need to tell her.” Brad shoved his hands in his jeans pocket and stood beside Jed at the bottom of the front steps. “I need to call Emily, too.”
“You should call your wife, but you should go home too, Brad. Appreciate all you’ve done, but I’m sure Emily needs you home.” Jed stared up the road at the retreating taillights of Margaret Gordon’s car. She was an intriguing woman who reminded him so much of his wife’s own passion and dedication to a cause. They both gave all of themselves to anything they took on. He didn’t know what made him look, but he spied two riders coming in from the north trail. As he looked closer, he realized it was Andy riding that pure white Arabian he’d bought. He straightened his stance when he caught a glimpse of Scarlett and his wife, Diana, riding her.
“W
