From the frenzied packing to their hop back over the island, he had been in constant contact with Jerry. Now, though, they were on their way to the ranch and he was worried about what had happened. All Jerry could tell him was that cows had been mutilated. “I hope everyone’s okay.”She hadn’t said much since the call. He had told her what he knew and she had taken care of her own things, then calmly went into his room and took care of his. It was odd because he’d never had a woman pack his clothes for him. Because she had been so steady, he hadn’t realized until now that she was worried. He glanced at her. The pickup was dark and she was definitely not crying, but she wasn’t as calm as he thought she had been. “No one was hurt except a few cows, from what Jerry said.”She nodded. He didn’t know what to say. They just weren’t used to this kind of crime. They had issues with rustlers from time to time, but it was hard to rustle cattle on an island and people not find out about it.
