Chapter 108

The door closed behind him and he slumped against it, his body giving out on him. He couldn't take a single step forward, couldn't blink, didn't even want to inhale and exhale. He didn't care if he expired on the spot, but he knew he couldn't do it, couldn't leave his men when they need him most. His men were his responsibility, and everything that happened on his ranch was because of choices he'd made.

He chose to leave Boston. He chose to buy the land along the creek. He chose to stay when Espada urged him to leave. His choices had lead up to the tragedy in the bunk house.

Now two of his men were dead.

Dead.

Who set that fire? Why would La Rosa Negra set fire to the bunk house and not leave a message written in blood on his front door-revealing their crime with gruesome arrogance?

A timid knock on the door stirred him from his thoughts.

With a groan, he pushed away from the supporting door and opened it, expecting to see a bedraggled Cinco there, heralding more bad news.