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the kids without telling us because she wanted to see either of us right now. And second, I ain’t going anywhere ‘til you tell me what in hell is going on.”
    “I don’t have time.” Brandon turned toward the door.
    Wade got to him before he made it out of the room, grabbing his arm in a vise-like grip. “Make time.”
    Brandon looked about ready to make a fight of it, but the anger drained out of his face almost immediately and he became cold and efficient, like the soldier he used to be—a side of him Wade hadn’t seen in a very long time. “You’ve got half an hour to tell the foreman he’s gonna have to run the place until you get back, then meet me at my place, ready to travel. Tell Jake I heard there are rustlers about and to keep his rifle on him at all times. If he apprehends anyone, I want to know immediately, understood?”
    “But, what—”
    “I don’t have time!” Brandon’s patience snapped, but he reigned it back in quickly. “I’ll explain when we’re on the road. Don’t wait around to pack anything, just take your wallet and lock up the house. I’m leaving in thirty minutes, with or without you.”
    Brandon tore out of Wade’s grip and bolted through the door. Something was very wrong, but what the fuck was it? His gut tightened into a cold knot of fear as a terrifying thought hit him. Had Travers escaped?
    Wade moved faster than he needed to, doing as he’d been instructed, and getting to Brandon’s place with fifteen minutes to spare. He tooted the horn, swearing to himself that he was gonna go in and beat the truth out of Brandon if he didn’t get his ass out here and in the truck. Finally, Brandon appeared, his expression grim.
    “Drop me at the base, then head for her grandma’s place in Eagar,” he said as he ran to the truck. “We can’t be sure how long it will take you to get there with the weekend traffic, but I’ll be happier once you’re with her.”
    “What do you mean ‘we can’t be sure’? Who else you been talking with?”
    Brandon gestured that Wade should start driving. “The captain.”
    “So I was right, this is something to do with Travers. Has he escaped?”
    “No, he’s dead.”
    Wade cast a glance at Brandon. “Isn’t that good news as far as we are concerned?”
    Brandon shook his head. “Not when it was Costanza who had him killed. At cell check this morning, Travers was found dead in his bunk with a bullet in the back of his head. A couple of hours later, I got a call from Costanza.”
    “How the fuck did he get your number?”
    “I don’t know. He’s got somebody working on the outside for him though. He told me his men have taken a judge hostage, and he will have them executed if I don’t go to him today.”
    “What!” Wade swerved the truck onto a dusty verge, spinning in his seat to face Brandon. “Tell me you’re not going.”
    “I have to.”
    “Why does it have to be you? Let someone else handle it. Anyway, you can’t just walk into a prison. Why the fuck is your boss letting you do this?”
    Brandon placed his hand on Wade’s forearm, squeezing it hard. “I’ll explain everything, but we’ve got to keep moving. I need you to drop me at the base and leave the truck there. Can you catch a bus to get you to Eager? I don’t want to risk anyone following you.”
    “Okay.” Wade pulled onto the highway and threw a glance Brandon’s way. “Explain to me again why you have to be the one to go.”
    Brandon ignored Wade’s sarcasm. “I’m the one Costanza wants. He’s settling old scores, I guess. Someone must have smuggled in a phone so he could organize everything from inside. He knew when he spoke to me that I’d have to get the authorities involved, but he doesn’t care. Costanza won’t tell anyone but me who the judge is or where they’re being held.”
    “You sure he’s not bluffing? I’m damn sure someone would have noticed if a judge had gone missing.”
    Brandon shrugged. “It’s the weekend so