Hettie swallowed tightly. This couldn’t be a coincidence. Walker Woodroffe had come to the ranch only hours before the Crowe gang. He and Bowler Hat must know each other somehow.
She breathed deep, trying to still the banging of her heart. She needed more information. Bowler Hat could lead her to Abby and the rest of the Crowe gang.
She sidled up to the door and pressed an ear against it. She couldn’t hear a thing with all the noise from the men lingering within the warehouse. She peeked through the dirty office windows.
Walker sat forward in a chair too small for his broad frame, ladling water from a bucket over his head, shoulders, and back. Boss Smythe, the man in the white suit, paced back and forth, gesturing wildly. She still couldn’t make out what he said.
Bowler Hat stood at th
