Chapter Four
It had taken almost two hours to get back to the Whitewater ranch. Jacob breathed a sigh of relief as he peeled his fingers from the soft handle attached to the door. A wry grin curved his lips when he saw Jonathan do the same thing. There would be imprints from their fingers on each side.
He was just glad he had kept the contents of his stomach down. He’d ridden the train a few times, but that was nothing compared to Allie’s truck. The train had reached speeds of almost twenty-five miles an hour on the straight, flat sections and he had felt like he was flying. If the little needle pointing to the numbers in the round circle in front of Allie was what he thought it was, they had been doing over seventy miles an hour at times.
His eyes focused on the narrow opening between
