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travels with a gang, mostly ex-soldiers. I heard he also served in the Confederate army. Guess we’d better meet them.” Hank stepped off the porch, not aware of the way Dax stiffened at the mention of the man’s name. Dax’s reflexes kicked in and he moved a hand to the butt of his gun.
    “We’re looking for the new owner.” The one Dax guessed to be the leader nudged his horse a little closer and looked at Dax, cocking his head, but not showing any recognition of the general under whose command he served. “Are you him?”
    “My brother and I own the place.”
    “My name’s Drake. My boss, King Tolbert, wants to meet with you. Follow us.” He started to rein his horse around, but stopped at Dax’s words.
    “Another time. Of course, he’s welcome to come by, pay us a friendly visit and talk.” Dax and Luke each moved further into the yard, putting about six feet between each other, and watching for any movement from the riders.
    “I don’t believe you heard me right. Mr. Tolbert wants you to follow us—now.”
    “Well, Sergeant Drake, I guess we’re at an impasse.”
    Drake glared down at the man, narrowing his gaze, a sense of unease washing over him when he realized who stood before him. “General Pelletier. I’m surprised you recognized me.”
    “I recognize most faces and all names of the men who deserted during a battle. In your case, I remember both. If we were back home, I’d shoot you where you sit, as I can’t abide cowards. As it is, I’ll let you ride out. Tell Tolbert if he wants to see me, he’ll send a proper invitation or ride out here himself. No lackey as a go-between.”
    Drake bristled at the insult and started to reach for his gun.
    “I wouldn’t, Sergeant.” Dax and Luke both drew in unison, pointing their guns at Drake’s chest. Bull Mason followed their lead and aimed his gun at the other riders.
    “You ain’t no general anymore, Pelletier.” Drake moved his hand away from his gun and rested it on his thigh. “I’d keep a close watch on your place and your men. Accidents happen all the time out here.” He smirked and kicked his spurs into the side of his horse, riding away with his men, a cloud of thick dust rising in their wake.
     

Chapter Four
    “Good morning, Mr. Brandt.” Rachel slid off her horse, an older dun, and walked him into the livery.
    Noah Brandt, the town’s blacksmith, looked up, then stepped away from the horse he’d been tending. “Ma’am. What can I do for you?”
    “Old Pete lost a shoe.” She indicated the right front hoof. “May I leave him here with you?”
    “Yes, ma’am. That’d be fine.” Noah took the reins and led the horse to a back stall. “Can’t get to him until later today, though.”
    “That’s fine. I’ll stop back later.” Rachel stepped into the sunlit morning as a group of riders approached from north of town. It appeared to be King Tolbert with a few of the men from his ranch. She’d met Tolbert several times, and he’d extended invitations for supper on a couple of occasions. Her uncle had always refused. Rachel figured he had a good reason, although she found King to be quite appealing with exceptional manners and a charming wit. Regardless, her uncle had warned her to be careful around the man.
    “Good morning, Miss Davenport.” King stopped and tipped his hat.
    “Mr. Tolbert.” Rachel gave a slight nod, not letting the smile she felt appear. She wanted to heed her uncle’s advice, yet saw no real danger in the man.
    “I’ve been remiss in not pursuing a supper engagement with you. Would you be available tonight?”
    Rachel hesitated a moment before answering. “I do appreciate the invitation, Mr. Tolbert. However, I take care of my uncle and never know when a new patient will arrive.”
    “I’m certain your uncle will understand you taking one night away, Miss Davenport. Why don’t I speak with him?”
    “Oh, no. That won’t be necessary.” She pursed her lips, coming to a decision.