14
KANE
"Who's going with you?" I asked Ian from the kitchen doorway. He was brewing a pot of coffee. Emma was asleep in my bed, not stirring when either of us left the room. I'd slipped on my pants, but that was all. Ian was dressed, even had his gun belt slung low on his hips. It was late, close to midnight, and we had the house to ourselves. The only sound came from the ticking of the grandfather clock in the other room.
"Mason." Ian's hair was mussed and instead of going to sleep beside Emma, he'd be heading toward Bozeman to find out who had come for him.
"Evers won't come himself."
"Nay. A scouting party." He grabbed a mug. "He won't sully his hands with the dirty work."
I agreed. "The distance is too great, the time too long to be away. How can he justify a trip to America? Th
