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INDI
I normally loved the hike to Glacier Lake. It involved veering off-trail, which meant no other hikers. The entire wilderness to ourselves. Usually my idea of heaven.
This time, though, my mind wouldn’t stop looping around Buck and the video. A man’s murder. And the way I’d left things with Ford.
In comparison with the bigger picture–the fact that I’d lost my brother because he’d tried to do the right thing in the face of evil–my tiff with Ford now seemed trivial. Like I was a pouting kid.
Did I want to lose him, too? Over me getting my feathers ruffled for feeling like the left out kid sister again?
No. That was stupid.
Ford may have tried to keep me out of things, but I was in them now. As fully in them as could be. Buck had sent the video to me. He could’ve handed it to Fo
