“I would have been duty bound to do so.”
Santee nodded. “I know.”
Ruarke looked at the two of them, amazed that Santee could be blasé with the man who would have returned her to that bastard Raschid. Even though the man had stated a change in his allegiance, Ruarke wondered how she could trust him so readily. Hell, she didn’t even trust him that completely, much to his consternation.
They rode past a small stash of tools wrapped in a green tarp and a pile of colored flags and poles.
“Uncle Sol said we could keep the shovels, spade, axes, and hatchet out here rather than hauling them back and forth,” Santee said defensively.
Ruarke shrugged. “Makes sense to me.”
Santee relaxed. They headed back toward the ranch, slowed by the not-as-fleet mare.
It surprised Ruarke how much he had enj
