the area,” Grant replied. “From where?”
“Sheridan.”
“Where was she going?”
Dean paused. “Bozeman.”
That answer might have sounded reasonable to someone who didn’t know the roads. But no one heading from Sheridan to Bozeman would come within miles of Alder Creek unless they were lost, running, or being followed.
Sadie’s growl deepened.
Dean lowered his hand.continue reading …