Chapter 12Early the next morning, Adam and Madison headed back to the Lazy E. However, Mortimer was feeling unwell and declined to leave his room.
“Sorry, but Uncle has the last say in regards to the men working here,” Elijah said.
Ellen snorted.
“That a problem?” Adam asked. “Doesn’t he pick good ranch hands?”
“I’d trust our men,” Ellen said, her voice hard. “The ones here before Pa…died. But I don’t trust Uncle Mortimer’s choices. They seem…shifty. Can’t put my finger on it. But they’re too casual. Don’t show any respect.”
“They are over-familiar,” Elijah said.
The young man shuddered, and Adam was at his side in two steps. “Any of them touch you?” he asked from between gritted teeth.
Elijah’s eyes widened at Adam’s tone. He smiled and shook his head. “They wouldn’t dare. They get
