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“And I don’t break my fucking promises.”
    Cami was sick; Jack and Archer both had told
    Rafe she was alone at Jaymi’s apartment, and she
    hadn’t gotten her medicine. It was confiscated as
    evidence when it was found outside the pharmacy,
    and Rafe didn’t know if anyone had even cared to
    check on her.
    He’d never imagined his life could come to this.
    At twenty, he thought he had the world by the tail, and
    despite the problems he and his cousins had faced in
    Corbin County, he’d believed it would all right itself in
    the end.
    He couldn’t have imagine this could happen, not
    even in his worst nightmares.
    That Jaymi could die in his arms. That he could
    have been arrested for her murder when he’d done
    everything he could to save her.
    And as he stepped out into the bright summer
    light to the sight of nearly two dozen of Sweetrock’s
    residents glaring at him in accusation, he thought that
    perhaps he should have expected it.
    Moving through the crowd was Clyde Ramsey,
    Rafe’s uncle on his mother’s side. A hard scowl
    covered Clyde’s face as he strode the distance in a
    bowlegged walk that bespoke his years on the little
    ranch he owned between Sweetrock and Aspen,
    Colorado, well away from the family his sister had
    married into.
    Clyde had raised Rafe and his cousins when no
    one else would have them. Would he disown them
    now as well?
    “Well, let’s go,” he growled as he stopped in front
    of them. “I have cattle to feed and horse stalls to
    clean. I don’t have time to waste.”
    He’d come for them. When everyone else stood
    glaring at them, as usual, Clyde was there to protect
    them in his own gruff way.
    “I have to make a stop first,” Rafe said quietly.
    Clyde’s scowl deepened as he blew out a hard
    breath. “Course you do,” he harrumphed. “Let’s get it
    done so we can get home and figure this one out.” He
    shook his graying head. “Saving the three of you is
    turning into a mission in life, Rafe. And I’m an old
    man. Find a way to fix this.”
    He didn’t give them time to answer. He turned on
    his heel and strode to his truck, expecting them to
    follow.
    “Go on; we’ll be behind you,” Ryan told him. “And
    hurry with that stop you have to make. We have a long
    day ahead of us if we’re going to figure this out, as
    you say.”
    They had more than a hard day ahead of them,
    Rafe thought. There would also be a hard life because
    he, Logan and Crowe would be back. He knew his
    cousins, he knew himself, and he knew there wasn’t a
    chance in hell he was going to let the barons get rid of
    him this easy.
    There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that the security
    footage would be enough to prove their innocence.
    They were never stupid, and they never let anyone
    know their plans. They’d learned better than that as
    young teenagers when they were accused of stealing
    cars, cash, and a variety of other items.
    No one, not even Clyde, had known they were
    camping out at the lake that weekend. Most
    weekends they spent alone at the ranch after the
    ranch hands left, working on fences or equipment.
    Killing Jaymi that close to their campsite was a
    clear attempt to frame them. Rafe was beginning to
    wonder if the murders the FBI had put down to a serial
    killer weren’t an attempt to frame the Callahan
    cousins instead.
    “Here. The keys to the street and trail.” Logan
    stepped in front of him as they neared the vehicles
    parked on the other side of the town square. “You’re
    going to check on Cami, aren’t you?”
    He gave a brief nod.
    “We’ll follow behind you. Listen to me, Rafe,” he
    snarled as Rafe moved to shake his hand. “This town
    is crazy right now, man, and you know it. Let me call
    Jack and Tobias. They’ll come get her and make sure
    someone takes care of her. You can’t protect her right
    now. It’s going to take all we can do to protect
    ourselves.”
    And he was right. Too damned right.
    “Give me a few minutes to make sure she’s