time sheâd found her bed full of spiders.
A month later, heâd tricked her into going with him in the car one night, then heâd left her stranded in the woods alone, with no way to get home.
Worse, there was the time heâd nearly drowned her in the pond.
Each time heâd threatened to kill her if she told anyone.
And Barbara...sheâd doted on Bobby. Had felt sorry for him because heâd been deprived of the McCullen name and the opportunities that had accompanied it.
Although Joe had supported Bobby and tried to bond with him, it hadnât been enough for Barbara or her son.
Sheâd believed everything Bobby said and justified his bad behavior with a joke about boys being boys. Sheâd acted as if Bobbyâs violent outbursts were normal teenage behavior. And sheâd blamed Joe for not being around all the time.
Barbaraâs own resentment over the fact that Joe would never marry her had blinded her to her precious sonâs sadistic side.
Just as she had every night since the snake incident, Scarlet turned down the covers and examined the bed to make sure no creepy crawler was waiting for her.
She breathed out a sigh of relief that the bed was clean. But Bobbyâs cold look haunted her as she closed her eyes. He wouldnât be satisfied until he learned what Joe had left him.
Even then, would it be enough?
And what would happen when he finally came face-to-face with his half brothers?
* * *
R AY RAN TOWARD the third barn to check for more horses with Brett on his heels. The first barn was completely ablaze, as flames climbed the front of the second.
Wind hurled smoke and embers through the air, wood popping and crackling. The firefighters were blasting both buildings with water, working frantically to contain the blaze.
âWhat the hell happened?â Brett yelled as he yanked open the barn door. âHow did this start?â
Sweat poured down Rayâs face. âI donât know. The first barn was on fire when I arrived. I ran to the second one to save the horses.â
Together they raced inside to free the terrified animals trapped in the stalls. The horses stamped and whinnied, pawing and kicking at the wooden slats. A black quarter horse protested, but Brett had a magic touch with animals and soothed him as he led him into the fresh air.
Ray eased a rope around a palomino that was balking and slowly coaxed him through the door and outside, then away from the fire.
âGo on, boy,â Ray yelled as he removed the rope and patted the palominoâs side. The horse broke into a run, meeting up with the other animals as they galloped across the land.
Sweat trickled down Rayâs neck as he and Brett rushed inside to free the last two horses.
When theyâd rescued them, he and Brett stood and watched the firefighters finish extinguishing the blaze.
âI canât believe this,â Brett said, coughing at the smoke. âWe just got these buildings finished and settled the horses in last week.â
âThe insurance was taken care of, right?â
âYeah,â Brett said with a scowl. âBut this will cost us time. I was hoping to start lessons in the spring.â
And time meant money. Not that Brett didnât have some from his rodeo winnings, but he had invested a good bit into building a home for him and Willow and their son.
âAt least we didnât lose any horses,â Brett said. âI couldnât stand to see them get hurt or suffer.â
That would have been a huge financial loss, too.
Ray gritted his teeth. âI smelled gasoline, Brett.â
Brettâs gaze turned steely. âYou mean, someone intentionally set the fire?â
âWeâll have to let the arson investigator determine that, but it looks that way.â
Brett reached for his phone. âWe should call Maddox.â
Ray shook his head. âWait. Heâll be back day after tomorrow. We can handle this until