Chapter 8
Sunday.
The last day.
Santee stood at the corral with Rogue enjoying the last sunset with him. And a few clouds had made for a spectacular red, orange and pink show through the pines and an aura across the top of the granite western peaks.
From the ranch house echoed the unusual sounds of snappy, whiny, squabbling children. Santee had finally fled before she exploded, turning into HIM. She understood she was the cause, but it didn’t negate the fact they were driving her bonkers.
There hadn’t even been a break from the tension when everyone went to church. No one went…as if they were all afraid she’d slither away while they were gone. So they’d stayed home to keep an eye on her, the scrutiny further driving her nuts. She wouldn’t have left, having given her word, but they obv
