Chapter Seven
Dust in the distance meant someone was coming this way. Odd, considering Rose didn’t often have visitors to her small place just outside McDermitt, on the Oregon side of the border, a small Cape Cod–style home she was presently gutting and putting back together. Whoever was driving down her driveway hadn’t been invited, so that meant either (A) someone was lost or (B) someone unwanted was visiting.
Rose didn’t have close friends in this part of the country. She knew people in town, acquaintances, and she listened to gossip to know who was trouble and who wasn’t, a survival skill she’d learned to keep herself off the radar. She touched the 9mm she had holstered and pulled at the edge of her light knit shirt to make sure it was hidden. No point giving anyone a heads up that s
