The moon was high over the barn. The ranch was quiet in the cool night. The sky was still cloudless, but Will had just weathered a storm for the ages.
For the second time this week, Will slowed the car to a stop on the ranch. The gravel under the tires was as quiet as the interior of the car. The lights were out in the main house, as well as the guest house and the bunkhouse. Even the bugs halted in their creeping, uncertain if it was safe to make any move.
Will had known things weren"t perfect between the James sisters. When were things ever perfect in a family of differing views and temperaments? But he"d never known how wide the rift between Savy and Tricksy actually was.
A few miles back, the anger had dissipated off of Tricksy"s face. All that remained on her beautiful features was
