They’d take the fastest route to Laramie, where the ER staff had been notified to expect them, with a possible diagnosis of poisoning.Tate hadn’t believed it when Audra ran along the river, shouting at him, her face white as chalk. He’d ridden with her back to the house, convinced it was some kind of a joke, but then he’d seen Cara, curled up on the floor, fighting to breathe.With Bud’s help, he lifted Cara into the backseat while the girls got in front. Tate covered Cara gently with a blanket, desperate to do something, anything at all, to help her. She was too pale, her body shaking, her breath labored.Suddenly everything he’d accepted and dreamed about seemed to slide away from him. If what Sophy said was true, and his mother had truly argued with Cara, then tried to give her some kind of pills . . . Amanda was headstrong and painfully determined when she had a goal in mind, but Tate couldn’t believe she would hurt Cara or the girls. She had told Tate once that Cara was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and she valued the strength of family as much as he had, even if she had been quick to calculate the political points a family would score in a campaign.
