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father had lived there companionably, neither getting in the other’s way, yet both accessible when one of them felt like having conversation.
    He had looked at his home that night and found it…empty. Never again would he share breakfast with his father before they left for the office. Never again would he find his father in his study, or in the library late of an evening, where they read and discussed the classics. Never again would they talk business over dinner. Never again…
    The wealth of tears he had been holding back came then and wouldn’t stop. Damian hadn’t made it up to his room first, but there weren’tany servants about at that late hour to witness his lapse from his usual stern rigidity. He had poured a glass of the brandy that was kept on his bureau for when he had trouble sleeping, although he’d been too choked up to actually drink it.
    The only thought in his mind had been that he would find out what had really happened, because he would never accept that his father had ended his own life. There was no evidence to the contrary, no sign of struggle, yet Damian knew his father had been murdered. He knew his father too well; they had been too close.
    Damian Senior wasn’t a man who prevaricated or attempted pretense. He never lied, because he gave himself away anytime he tried. So if something had been so terribly wrong, if something had made him despair, Damian would have known about it.
    Yet they had been planning a wedding. There had even been talk of remodeling the west wing of the house for more privacy if Damian wanted to bring his wife here to live. And Damian’s father had been looking forward to having grandchildren to spoil.
    Besides all that, Damian Senior had been genuinely happy with his life. He had no desire to ever marry again. He was perfectly content with the mistress he kept. He was wealthy in his own right, but had also inherited a large fortune. And he loved the business that he ran, which had been founded by his own father, Damian I, and which he had since expanded very successfully. He’d had everything to live for.
    But someone had felt otherwise. “Forgiveme”? No, those weren’t his father’s words. There was nothing to forgive his father for. But there was much to avenge…
    Damian now pushed the memories aside. The detective he’d hired had found him the answers he wanted. Yes, he’d come West to kill a man, the man who’d killed his father. But having said so didn’t seem to surprise the boy sitting near him.
    Kid simply asked, “Just for the hell of it, or you got a reason to kill this man?”
    “A very good reason.”
    “You a bounty hunter, too?”
    “Hardly. This is a personal matter.”
    Damian would have explained if asked, but he wasn’t. His companion merely nodded. If he was at all curious, he certainly didn’t give any indication. An unusual lad, to be sure. Most boys that age were brimming with questions, but he’d asked only a few, and those with not much interest. Not that it mattered.
    “I think I’ll take that bath, then turn in,” Damian said, standing up.
    Kid pointed his thumb over his shoulder. “It’s down the bank there. I’ll be turning in myself, so try not to make too much noise when you come back up.”
    Damian nodded, grabbed his bag, and headed down the hill. Behind him, he heard, “And watch out for snakes,” then a chuckle that had him gritting his teeth. Damned kid. And he was going to be stuck with him for another day or so?

Chapter 5
    T he smell of coffee woke Damian, but he didn’t stir from his uncomfortable bed on the hard ground. He felt like he hadn’t slept more than an hour or two. That was quite possible. Cracking his eyes a bit showed a sky still filled with stars, though there was a lighter blue cast to the east, where the sun would be making its appearance. But then, he hadn’t managed to get right to sleep last night either, despite his exhaustion. So it was little wonder that he didn’t feel rested