She’d insisted they go on ahead to Florida. It was just too dangerous here at the ranch with theft, murder, and now arson. Something radical was going on here and she was going to find out what. It was no safe place for two elderly people. Fortunately, her aunt and uncle hadn’t been hurt. Uncle Duane had inhaled some smoke, but the doctor at the emergency room had released him later that night. Baylor had booked them all a hotel room and called Chris with the news. He’d purchased the airline tickets and the decision was made. She would stay on at the ranch and take care of business for now. This was her family and she wasn’t running anymore. Wyatt had spent the night in the hospital with his son, who was in critical but stable condition. She hadn’t spoken to him since he’d left in the ambulance, but she’d checked in several times for updates from the ICU nurses. As she drove back toward Versailles, she thought about Wyatt and all the things her uncle had explained about him during the two-hour drive this morning.
