Autumn. The worry in his gut cinched one knot tighter.
The door flew open before he reached the porch and a younger version of Autumn with serious blue eyes and red-brown hair stepped out to greet him. The college-aged girl had a streak of blood on her pajama top.
âAutumn?â he choked out, unable to ask the question.
âYouâre the sheriff? You made good time from town.â The girl spun on her heels, gestured to him and led the way toward the brightly lit back door. âJustin and my sister are out there, and they havenât come back.â
His knees felt half-jelly as he forced his feet to carry him up the walk. Usually he was invincible, but the thought of Autumn out there facing armed thieves made him weak. He glanced around. Nothing but miles of rangeland and cattle. The paramedics were volunteers from town who were at least twenty minutes away. And a hospital? He had no idea where the closest trauma center would be.
This was a sign. He cared more about Autumn than heâd realized.
Autumn Granger knew trouble when she saw it, even if she was on the back of a horse riding the crest of a rocky ridge at the tail end of a hard, cold day. She wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck, ignored the wintry bite of wind and focused her binoculars on the cluster of breakaway cattle swarming like flies in the field below.
Hard to tell one cow from another at this distance. Could be Granger stock, but it was impossible to read the brand with the sun slanting low in her eyes. She fished her cell from her pocket and hit speed dial. She was number three man around the ranch. Her older brother Justin would know the scoop.
âYeah?â he answered, sounding out of breath. He wasnât having an easy afternoon, either.
âDo you have visual on the north Hereford herd?â She swung her binoculars aroundânope, still couldnât get a good viewâand swept the length of the fence line. Maybe downed barbed wire would tell a better story.
âDad, Scotty and I are feeding them now. Where are you?â
âThe ridge north of the ranch house. Cattle are out.â Major bummer.
âI suppose thereâs a chance they could belong to the Parnells.â Justin pondered. âIf they turn out to be ours, will you have time to run them in?â
âAlready on it.â So much for getting off early. Thatâs the way it was when you worked a ranch. The animals came first. She pocketed the phone and dropped the binocs, winding them around her saddle horn. When she drew her Stetson brim down a bit to better shade her face, her bay quarter horse twisted her neck to give an incredulous look.
âI promised you a warm rubdown and a bucket of grain, but weâve got to do this.â She patted Aggieâs nut-brown coat. âDuty calls. Are you with me, girl?â
Aggie nickered a bit reluctantly and started the treacherous descent. Rocks and earth crumbled, speeding ahead of them down the steep slope. Autumn stood in her stirrups, leaning back to balance her weight for Aggie. Winter birds scattered, and in the brush up ahead a coyote skedaddled out of sight. The Grand Tetons marched along the horizon, majestic and purple-blue against the amber crispness of the late November plains. Something in the fields below reflected a blinding streak of light. Strange. She grabbed her binocs and looked again. She focused in until the image came clear. A police vehicle sat sideways in the road as if it had turned a corner, saw the cattle and hit the brakes just in time. Interesting.
That couldnât be the new sheriff, could it? Lord, please let him know what heâs doing. We need a good lawman around here. The town had brought someone in from out of state, but rumor had it the city slicker hired for the job wouldnât be on until mid-December. Rumors couldnât always be counted on, and maybe this was proof positive. She gave Aggie more rein as the horse slid the last yard to the buffeting clumps of bunch grass below.
âGood girl,â she praised, patting her mareâs neck. Aggie gave a snort because she knew they would be heading back home the way they came, likely as not. The mare could not be looking forward to climbing up the slope.
Aggieâd had a long day, too. Sympathetic, Autumn lifted her binocs again. This time, she was interested in the cattle. She was close enough to make out the brand.