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took the bait.
    The fish was the only one taking the bait today. “Sorry.” This was one mess Eugene would have to get out of on his own.
    “Yeah, sure you’re sorry,” Eugene said bitterly.
    Luke’s cell phone rang. He checked it and groaned inwardly. “I have to take this.”
    “Don’t let me stop you.”
    Luke hated leaving things this way between them. He wished there was something more he could say. But the only thing Eugene wanted to hear was that Luke was going to bail him out, just as he had done too many times in the past.
    Instead, as he left he pointed to his cousin’s pole. “You have a fish.”
     
    M C C ALL WAS ON THE OUTSKIRTS of Whitehorse when she got the call on her cell phone. The moment she heard the sheriff’s voice, she knew.
    “Where are you?” Grant asked.
    “On the edge of town. Something up?” She hadn’theard anything on her radio. There was little crime in Whitehorse. The weekly sheriff’s reports consisted of barking dogs, checks on elderly residents, calls about teens making too much noise and a few drunk and disorderlies.
    The sheriff seemed to hesitate. “Pepper Winchester phoned me.”
    McCall had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Still, it hit with a thud that set off her pulse. Hadn’t she known this would happen? And yet, she’d hoped blood really was thicker than water.
    “Pepper seemed to think you were on sheriff’s department business, investigating her son’s disappearance,” Grant said. “I assured her that wasn’t the case. I can understand how you might have wanted to see her.”
    McCall said nothing, hating the pity she heard in his voice. He thought the only reason she’d gone out there was to see her grandmother.
    He cleared his throat. “She said if you came back she’d have you arrested for trespassing. I’m sorry.”
    McCall bit back an unladylike retort. Her grandmother was turning out to be everything she’d heard she was, and the sheriff’s sympathy wasn’t helping.
    “It might be a good idea to stay away from the Winchester Ranch,” Grant said before he hung up.
    As she pulled into Whitehorse, McCall’s two-way radio squawked. She listened for a moment as the dispatcher said there’d been a call about a disturbance at the Mint Bar.
    She started to let the other deputy on duty pick it up since she was off the clock.
    But when she heard who was involved, she said she’d take the call and swung into a parking space outside the Mint.
    She heard Rocky’s voice the moment she opened the bar door. A small crowd had gathered around the rock collector. As she walked in, she recognized most of the men. One in particular made her regret she’d taken the call.
    Rocky was at the center of the trouble but in the mix was Eugene Crawford. At a glance, she saw that both men were drunk. Eugene as usual looked as if he was itching for a fight.
    “Excuse me,” she said, easing her way into the circle of men around Rocky. Closing her hand around Rocky’s upper arm, she said, “It’s time to go home.”
    “Well, look who it is,” Eugene said. “It’s the girl deputy.”
    Eugene had been the school bully and she’d been his target. It was bad enough in grade school, but in high school it had gotten worse after she turned him down for a date.
    “If you gentlemen will excuse us,” McCall said, drawing Rocky away from the fracas.
    “What’s this about some grave Rocky found south of town?” Crawford demanded.
    “Probably just a fish story like the one you told when you came in,” one of the men ribbed Eugene.
    McCall led Rocky toward the door. He was being the perfect docile drunk. A few more feet and they would be out of the bar.
    “I asked you a question, Deputy, ” Eugene said, coming up behind her and grabbing her arm.
    “Let go,” she said as he tightened his grip on her. “Let go now, Eugene.” He smelled of fish and sweat and meanness.
    “Or what? You going to arrest me?” His nails bit into her flesh. “Try it,” he