Chapter 4
Gabe drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel while he waited for the sea of black Angus to cross the road from the winter pastures near the Grant Ranch compound to the greening spring pastures closer to the river. Was Jim among the ranch hands driving the cattle? Probably.
After a week, the memory of Annemarie crying in his arms was still fresh. In the short time he’d known her—just shy of three weeks now—Jim had dropped the ball twice. Why didn’t she just fire him? Maybe he worked for cheap and she didn’t think she could find anyone else to work for as little. Whatever the reason, he hoped she wasn’t paying the man for work he wasn’t around to do, but he suspected she was smarter than that. And too broke. His heart ached for her, even though he had no idea, really, what had b
