“Down where?” The panic in Scarlett’s voice wasn’t hard to hear. “And how did you get my number?”
“I looked up the number of the ranch online,” he said, turning and pacing back toward the mailbox—if it could be called that anymore. “I was working on the mailbox, and….” He didn’t want to say the whole thing had fallen apart, but the whole thing had fallen apart. Hound seemed utterly nonplussed as he lay panting in the grass, but Hudson felt the buzz of energy in his blood.
“I’ll be right there,” she said, and the line went dead.
Hudson let his phone drop to his side, hoping and praying this mailbox wasn’t a family heirloom. But the way it had rusted and fallen apart at his first touch spoke of how long it had been standing at the entrance of this ranch.
Worry gnawed at his stomach in th
