With the cows locked up tight inside and the added security cameras, he didn’t see how the rustlers could possibly steal any more of their cows without getting caught. But he did look forward to spending some private time with Sammy Jo. His gaze kept drifting toward the property line and he wondered what was taking her so long. Had she overslept? He should have gone to her house to escort her across the field. He didn’t like the idea of her coming over alone in the middle of the night. What if the rustlers caught up with her again? His gut wrenched tight as his mind tormented him with images of the possible things they could do to her. He couldn’t let them touch her. Not his gal. For if they hurt her, they hurt him. And he’d hunt them down and give them a new legend they wouldn’t soon forget. A soft shuffle sounded behind him and he blew out a sigh of relief and spun around, planning to remind her of the danger these men posed.
