Chapter Twenty-One
The last time anyone had seen Linc had been when he'd come out of the barn. Jackson had said he'd seen the man mounted atop Wickham. Scout's heart stopped. Wickham hadn't let a soul mount him since he'd come here.
Perhaps Jackson was wrong about which horse Linc had ridden out on. But no. Wickham's stall was empty. There was a saddle missing from the tack wall Linc and his men had organized the other day.
"Which way did he go?" Scout demanded.
She followed the direction of Jackson's finger. It was toward the Flying Cross Ranch. The path between the two ranches was well-tread. If Linc had ridden off on any other horse, Scout wouldn't worry. But that it was Wickham made her concerned.
"I'll round up the guys," said Jackson.
"No, I'll get there faster on my own."
"Bu
