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that nag again, he would shoot the horse on sight.
    He’d been on foot ever since. If his old man wasn’t going to be bringing him supplies and horses soon, he would have headed off these mountains in a heartbeat. But he’d learned the hard way over the years not to cross his father, Raymond Jay Spencer Sr., or RayJay, as he was known.
    The prints in the dirt had looked like one horse, one rider. Damned tired of walking, he’d told himself maybe he would get lucky and could steal the horse without killing the rider. Or maybe not. He’d been in one of his moods, aching to hurt something or someone. So when he’d seen the horseshoe tracks, he’d looked at his worn-thin boots and told himself he would be riding soon.
    But what was he going to do with the woman? He had some ideas. He gripped her soft flesh and let his imagination run wild as she went on again about how he really needed to let her go.
    He didn’t give a rat’s ass about what she was saying. The problem was that his daddy wasn’t going to like this.
    Then again, maybe by the time the old man arrived, there wouldn’t be any trace of little Bo-Peep.
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    T HE SUN MADE its slow arc over the top of the pines, sinking behind the peaks as Jace rode into the mountains. As he felt the day waning, he grew more anxious. He’d thought he would meet her on the trail. The fact that he hadn’t made him even more convinced that Bo was on the run.
    A magpie landed in a pine limb high over his head in a flurry of black-and-white wings. It called down to him, breaking the silence of the forest. He stopped to rub the back of his neck, his hair damp against his skin. Ahead he could see a band of rocks that formed a steep cliff.
    Where are you, Bo Hamilton? Are you watching me right now? Do you have the crosshairs of a rifle trained on my heart at this very moment?
    He spurred his horse, worried that just might be the case. If she was on the run with the money and she had a male accomplice, anything was possible. He’d picked up only one recent horse trail, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t been planning to meet someone here, someone who’d been waiting for her. It was the reason he’d brought his rifle as well as a pistol, a knife and a length of rope.
    Bo was going back with him even if he had to tie her to her horse. But what would he do if she wasn’t alone?
    Jace told himself he’d cross that bridge when he came to it. Right now his thoughts were with his kid sister. He worried about Emily all the time as it was and had for years. She’d been a rebellious little thing after their parents were killed. He’d been eighteen and didn’t know squat about raising a kid, so he probably hadn’t made things easier for Em.
    When she’d gotten older, he’d hoped for a long time that she might meet some nice man. But most nice men were put off by a woman who looked and dressed the way Em did. She didn’t seem to realize the image she projected.
    â€œSorry, but this is me,” she’d said defensively when he’d broached the subject. “If a man can’t see beyond the tattoos and the piercings, he isn’t the man for me.”
    But her looks had also made it hard for her to get a job. He’d been surprised that Bo had seen beyond the image and hired her. Emily was smart and talented and a good mom. He’d seen the change in her since she’d come back here. She appeared tired of being that defiant, angry, wild girl she’d been. He saw that the job was responsible for the change in his sister. She loved her job and Bo. She looked up to Bo, wanted to be more like her.
    The only shadow on the horizon was her criminal ex-boyfriend, Harrison Ames. Fortunately he was still locked up in prison. Jace dreaded the day the man got out. Ideally Em would have her life together and wouldn’t even be tempted to get involved with the man again. Jace had never