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nodded, those words giving her more comfort than he could imagine. She didn’t think she could hold it together tonight if she was alone.
    They sat there for several seconds, but finally Brett pulled away and inched back onto the road. By the time they reached the ranch, her breathing had finally steadied.
    She had always loved Horseshoe Creek, but tonight she found no peace in the barren stretch of land where Brett parked.
    Brett kept looking in the rearview mirror and across the property as if he thought they might have been followed. The land seemed eerily quiet, the wind whistling off the ridges, whipping twigs and tumbleweed across the dirt as if a windstorm was brewing.
    This rocky area was miles away from the big farmhouse where Brett had grown up, the pasture where the McCullen cattle grazed, from the stables housing their working horses and the bungalows where the ranch hands lived.
    The truck rumbled to a stop, and Brett cut the engine. He turned to her for a moment, the tension thick between them. “His body should be safe out here until we get your son back.”
    Willow bit down on her lip as the full implications of what they were doing hit her. Not only was she compromising evidence and disposing of a body, but when the truth was revealed, she would look like a bitter ex-wife—one who might have killed Leo and then called an old boyfriend to help her dispose of his body.
    She could go to jail and so could Brett.
    It would also drive a bigger wedge between him and his brother Maddox.
    But what other choice did she have?
    She touched the knot on the back of her head where the intruder had hit her, then looked down at her cell phone, willing it to ring.
    Poor little Sam must be terrified. Wondering where she was. Wanting to be home in his own bed.
    Resigned, she reached for the door handle. “Let’s get this done and pray the kidnapper calls tonight, then we can explain everything to Maddox.”
    Brett’s eyes flashed with turmoil at the mention of his brother, compounding her guilt. The men had just buried their beloved father and now she was asking
this
of him.
    She hated herself for that.
    But Sam’s face flashed in her mind, and she couldn’t turn back.
    * * *
    “W AIT IN THE TRUCK ,” Brett told Willow.
    Brett jumped out of the pickup, walked to the truck bed and retrieved a shovel. Yanking on work gloves, he strode to a flat stretch between two boulders, a piece of land hidden from view and safe from animals scavenging for food.
    A coyote howled in the distance and more night sounds broke the quiet. His breath puffed out as he jammed the shovel in the hard dirt and began to dig. Pebbles and dry dirt crunched, and he looked up to see Willow approaching with a second shovel.
    “I told you to stay in the truck.”
    “This is my mess,” Willow said. “I...have to help.”
    Brett wanted to spare her whatever pain he could. “Let me do it for you, Willow,
please
.”
    Her gaze met his in the dim light of the moon, and she shook her head, then joined him and together they dug the grave.
    It took them over an hour to make a hole deep enough to cover Leo so the animals wouldn’t scavenge for him. Willow leaned back against a boulder, her breath ragged. She looked exhausted, dirty and sweaty from exertion, and shell-shocked from the events of the night.
    He returned to the truck, dragged Leo’s body inside the rug from the bed, then hauled him over his shoulder and carried him to the grave. Before he dumped him inside, he retrieved a large piece of plastic from his trunk and placed it in the hole to protect the body even more.
    Willow watched in silence as he tossed Leo into the grave, then he shoveled the loose dirt back on top of him, covering him with the mound until he was hidden from sight.
    But he had a bad feeling that even though Leo was covered, Willow would still continue seeing his face in her mind.
    He smoothed down the dirt, then stroked her arm. “It’s done. Now we wait on the ransom