Man, Dean couldn’t remember a time Rusty said so much in one sentence, and he told Rusty as much.
“You little brat.” Rusty chuckled.
“Look, I have a friend coming home with me. He is a tracker down in Laramie, an expert at tracking and rescuing. We will find him.”
“Rusty, my name is Colt.”
“Colt? Wait, I know you. You’re notorious for your tracking skills.”
“Yep, that’s me. Tell the guys and anyone else from the rescue team that will eventually get out there that I do not want anyone back out on the range. They are trampling on a trail I will need to find him. They are going to remove any clues I might have to locate where he is. Tell them we are about three and a half hours away, and I don’t want anyone out there until we get there.”
“No problem, Colt. I’m on it. I can’t wait to give that creampuff sheriff who doesn’t know hard work when…anyways, I will tell him. Hang on a minute.”
A rustling noise sounded.