report and Iâll get that to him later. I doubt weâll find anything concrete as far as evidence since nothing seemed to jump out at me. I donât think they were looking for drugs. Your supplies seem to be intact, far as I can tell. The volunteers who worked in here yesterday indicated everything was fine when they left. I talked to them by phone a few minutes ago. Might want to go over what I inventoried, though.â
Jennifer couldnât help the shiver moving up and down her spine. âI canât believe theyâd be so bold as to come in here and try to destroy my tack roomâthe only room I lock. Iâve never considered locking things up at nightâother than the cages so the animals canât get out, and the office and living quarters. We have a main gate and we shut this place up tight after hours, so I never worried about keeping humans out.â
âThese people arenât just bold. Theyâre evil, Jennifer. They donât care about humanity except in regards to how much money they can make running drugs. And for you, that means theyâll do whatever it takes to scare youâor worse. So youâre gonna need to take some extra security measures for your own safety.â
She put the rake back on its hook and rubbed the calluses on her hands. âI worry about my animals, Anderson. And I donât have enough funds to put in an elaborate security system.â
âWorry about yourself first,â he retorted, irritation lining his expression. âAnd let me worry about securityfor now. This is just the beginning. We need to get out to that site and look around. But first, I want to talk to your neighbor, Ralph Chason.â
âYou donât think heâs behind this, do you?â
âI canât say for sure. But questioning him is the first priority since you mentioned heâd complained to you about the new pen. I can do that now and weâll take a ride out later, if thatâs okay with you.â
She checked her watch. âJacob should be here in a few minutes. Letâs take a break and go up to the house and clean up. Then, after you get back from seeing Mr. Chason, we can head out. Iâd feel better if Jacob is here with my volunteers.â
âOkay.â He helped her finish putting away cleaning supplies, then checked the stables once again. âIâll be more aware tonight since I didnât hear or see anything last night. Probably because they decided to target your barn, just as a scare tactic.â
âThatâs dangerousâyou sleeping out there.â
Andersonâs chuckle surprised her. âYou know, you donât have to worry about me. This ainât my first rodeo.â
She looked down at her dirty work boots. âI get that, Ranger-man. But like I told you earlier, Iâm not used to this kind of thing. I wonât have something happening to you while youâre trying to help me.â
âComes with the job, Iâm afraid. And it doesnât allow for much of a social life, either.â
Taking that as a warning, she asked, âHow long have you been a Ranger, anyway?â
He squinted toward the afternoon sun. âThree years. Got a degree in criminal justice from Sam HoustonUniversity, started out in the local sheriffâs department, then signed on as a state trooper. Worked there almost nine years before joining Company D.â
She did the math on that. He was probably a few years older than her twenty-eight years. And obviously not married and settled. âDid you always want to work in law enforcement?â
âPretty much. I watched a lot of westerns growing up and I wanted to be one of the good guys. Being a Ranger seemed to fit the criteria.â
Jennifer could see that clearly enough. He wasnât exactly Dudley Do-Right, but he wasnât Judge Roy Bean, either. She could tell Andersonâs sense of justice ran deep and probably settled
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