Chapter Nine
Adalard was almost thankful that the ride back to the ranch was done in silence. Between the freezing wind blowing in from the busted window and the heat cranked up as far as it would go so they wouldn’t freeze, they would have had to yell to be heard. Well, there was another way, but something warned him that Samara wasn’t ready to find out that he had been honest about his origins.
He thought about his conversation with Samara’s brother. The man was a waste of good oxygen in his opinion. Jerry’s disregard for Samara infuriated him, and it had taken considerable self-control not to throttle the man again. Fortunately, he had plenty of experience in retrieving information from those who were reluctant to give it.
“I need to drive the UTV down from the upper paddock. Would y
