Chapter 35

“You want to take my truck and go home to check on everything?”

“What? No,” Dean argued. “I’ll just try him again. If I don’t get an answer, I’ll call our ranch manager, Rusty.”

After waiting another hour, Dean called his brother’s line. No one picked the phone up, so he called Rusty. Rusty sounded winded, and Dean realized he was probably on the range, working.

“Rusty here.” Rusty had been with the ranch for over fifteen years, tough as nails and took nobody’s shit. But he had a huge heart when it came to the brothers. He was a like a dad to them. He lived alone in a small cabin on the ranch.

“Rusty, have you heard from Randy? He’s not answering his phone.”

“Umm, look, it is probably nothing. Don’t go getting all worked up. Rebecca didn’t want to worry or bother you. She wanted you to enjoy your time off.” Randy said something to someone in the background, and Dean felt like jumping into the phone and strangling whoever was there.