him. Slink home without finding and fixing whatever Larry had done ... or enlist Opalâs help. That those blue eyes were wide with worry somehow made the choice easier. For as long as heâd been cooling Grogan tempers, Adam had known Opal did the same within the walls of the Speck farm.
âItâs too late for me to go back now. Thereâs something I have to do.â He drew a deep breath and took a step of faith. âAnd I could use your help.â
âHow do we fix it?â Resignation added a grim set to her mouth, darkening the cornflower blue of her gaze and sending a surge of shame through Adamâs chest.
We Grogans did that. She doesnât even know what the problem is this time. Just knows it needs to be fixed. And sheâs the one saddled with it because sheâs willing to keep a lid on her temper for the sake of her family.
Suddenly his irritation swung right back to the Specks for making Opal shoulder the heavy burden of peacekeeper. Didnât they know it was the manâs job to protect, not the other way around? That half the task lay in keeping the weight of worry away from their women?
âYesterday we found one of our milking cows dead, eyes cloudy, froth around her nose and mouth. Same as has been going on for the past couple of years.â
âWe arenât poisoning your cattle!â Fire leapt to life in her cheeks. âThe Grogans arenât the only family affected by whateverâs happening. Weâve lost three cows to the same thing!â
âBe that as it mayââ
âThereâs no âmay beâ about it, Adam Grogan.â She flung an arm wide, pointing back toward his farm. âTake your accusations and your uncertainties back where you came from. I canât help you with imaginary issues.â
Had he just credited her with keeping a lid on her temper? Adam shook his head and tried again. âFine. Be that as it is, â he stressed the word, only continuing after her grudging nod, âPa believes otherwise.â
âYou want me to warn my family,â Opal surmised. âDone.â
âIt canât be solved so easily this time.â Adam let out a long breath. âPa sent Larry with a warning of his own last night.â
âWhat warning?â Every line of her body tensed.
âIn spite of my best efforts, he sent my brother to put the skull in front of your house with a note inside.â
âHeâd dare breach the boundary again?â The angry red in her cheeks ebbed, drained by fear. âIn bad blood?â
âWhen your family didnât respond, Pa decided youâre all hatching a plot.â One look at Opalâs face right now wouldâve convinced him otherwise, but Adam didnât have that luxury. âI figure Larry didnât follow orders exactly.â
âTheyâre going to kill each other.â The realization robbed even her voice of its power, leaving nothing but a whisper.
âNot if I can find his message first.â Adam reached a hand toward her shoulder to steady her, but she jerked back.
âOh, weâll find it.â Determination returned the strength to her words. âWhat do you think your brother planned?â
âImpossible to know for sure, but whatever he thinks would rile your family the most.â Adam rubbed the back of his neck. âI thought maybe heâd put the skull in the barn, near your cattle, but itâs not there.â
âI wouldâve found it when I did the milking,â Opal agreed. âPerhaps he unearthed some sense and put it near your boundary line, where a warning would do good to someone about to trespass?â
âChecked there before I came over,â he admitted. âNot that I held out any hope.â
âNot near the house or the barn, nor the yard. I already slopped the hogs and gathered eggs, so I wouldâve seen it.â
âWhat would be the worst
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