Word had come through that another sizeable cargo had arrived at Montclair. Lassiter got word to his crew. Some had taken on other jobs, so he had three men to replace. This was quickly done. “I’m going with you,” Melody said firmly. But Lassiter shook his head. “It’s no place for a woman.” And the moment he opened his mouth, he realized it was the worst thing he could have said. He blamed it on the various pains still scattered throughout his body. “I’m not thinking straight,” he said quickly. “What I really meant was that you should stay here. Uncle Herm might show up at any time.” They had both written him, urging extrication from the morass that seemed to be trapping him down in Rimrock. To come north and take his rightful place as head of Northguard Freight Company. Lassiter forced a smile. “After all Herm’s been through, he certainly deserves to be met.” Melody’s gray eyes were thoughtful as she studied his face. Then she shrugged and said, “I . . .
