Chapter Twenty-Four
Ty’s feet couldn’t carry him fast enough. Weston’s call earlier in the evening had put the fear of god in him. He was risking everything by crossing the state line without permission, but he’d lose it all anyway if anything happened to Maybelle. He never should have let her come up to Nebraska alone. Not with Clayton still on the loose. Where in the hell was she? She hadn’t answered her phone for the last hour, at least. Not texts, not calls, nothing. Panic pushed against his chest. He had to find her. By some miracle, he’d found her trailer but the lights were off. She must still be at the cowboy dance, but it was already last call. He’d sprinted the half-mile, lungs burning as he arrived. Colt called as he’d left Prairie, and promised to be right on his heels. Now wo
