After an hour had passed, we were about to change direction when my cell phone rang.
“Boudreaux.”
“Lanice!” It was Ernie. “We found Jonah. He’s over in the east pasture by that old abandoned barn, snoring to beat the band. Looks like he might have sprained his left ankle, too. It’s swollen.”
“Jesus.” I was relieved and irritated at the same time. “Thank Christ. Call Mountain Medical, would you? And ask a couple of the hands to go back and get one of the trucks to transport Jonah to the hospital. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Are the tourists freaked out?”
“Nah. They thought it was part of the tour.”
I rolled my eyes. “Figures.”
“Gotta go, boss.” He hung up.
I stuck the phone in my pocket. “Sorry to waste your time, Sheriff, but Ernie found Jonah out in the east pasture. They’re ta
