Chapter 57

The wind picked up and the scent of rain filled the air, so he set the rock back in place, once again hiding his secret, before he mounted and galloped toward home. The tree had done its magic—he already felt so much lighter.

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Unfortunately, dinner became a sullen affair as Casey filled them in on what the sheriff had said. He’d talked to Milton, but the old man had denied everything. So had the ranch hands.

“You should have Sheriff Hunter go back and talk to Michael,” Jake said.

“Is he one of the ranch hands?” Casey asked.

“Yeah. He’s not very nice, but I’d say he has more of a conscience than the others. He was decent to me. Most of the time. He might break and tell the truth.”

“Thanks. I’ll relay that to the sheriff.”

“Milton’s going to keep it up, you know,” Landon said. “He hates us so much, he’s going to do whatever he can to make our lives difficult.

No matter how they looked at it, they knew Landon was right. Milton Randle was on a mission