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the wind whipping through the door of their shop was chilly, sweat was pouring off his brow. Damn, it was good to be home.
    “Here you go.” The older man squatted down next to him. “When you get a chance, I need to go over some papers with you. Michael has been a godsend but we’ve got some jobs up for bid and I need to know what you think.”
    At the mention of his Uncle, Bowie smiled. “No problem. I’m just glad to be home for a while. Did you two ole’ reprobates stay out of trouble?”
    George laughed. “No. We worked hard every day and partied hard every night. What did you expect?”
    Bowie glanced up at his friend. He always wore coveralls over a white T-shirt, usually with a red bandanna tied around his neck. Whiskers covered his face but there was always a twinkle in his eye. “Nothing less. Did Uncle get lucky?”
    “Not as lucky as I did. I hooked up with the hottest little redhead in Texas. Michael’s chasing hot and heavy after a stacked blonde by the name of Lucy. In fact, we’re heading over to Arkey’s tonight. Wanna join us?”
    At the mention of the club, all Bowie could think about was the last time he’d been there—and Cassie. With everything that had happened with Aron, he had let the time get away from him. But he still had her bracelet and he still intended to return it to her. “No, I’m pretty tired. I think I’ll just hang out here at the zoo.”
    “Zoo’s right,” George grumbled. As soon as Bowie said the word, Jasmine came strutting into the shop like she owned it. “I’ll never understand why you let these damn camels and that pot-bellied pig run loose.”
    Bowie laughed as Jasmine butted her head against George’s shoulder. “They can’t get out of the yard, George Ray. Besides, I think Jasmine is sweet on you.” He finished tightening the bolt on the dozer blade, stood up and wiped his hands on his jeans.
    “Shoot, I’d BBQ her but I bet she’d be stringy and tough.” George playfully pushed on the big one-humped dromedary who ruled the roost at Vega Verde.
    “Just wait till that baby is born in a few days. You’ll be as doting on it as me and Laurence.”
    George rubbed the camel’s nose. “Laurence spits, I don’t like him,” he grunted. Looking over, George studied Bowie Travis, noting how tired he looked. “You’ve had a hard time, haven’t you?”
    Bowie walked over to the workbench and put up his tools. “Not being able to find Aron nearly killed me. You have no idea how that family has suffered, Libby especially.”
    “Does your coming home mean they’ve given up?”
    “Hell, no.” He rubbed the stiffness in his shoulder from sleeping in the wrong position on the plane from Seattle. “Jacob and the rest of the McCoys won’t give up until they know something for sure. The parameters of the search have changed but not their devotion to finding their brother.”
    “Are you going back to help?” George searched through the papers on the disorganized desk in the corner.
    “Right now, they’ve brought in some Private Investigators and they’re looking at his disappearance from a different perspective. But when they need me, I’ll go. Of course, I’ll go.” Bowie rubbed his face and threaded his fingers through his hair. “God, I need a haircut.”
    “Nah,” George said as he laughed, “The women like you that way. Makes you look like some kind of lion on the wild savannah.” He laughed when Bowie rolled his eyes. “So, what were you doing up in Seattle?”
    Bowie knew his tracking exploits intrigued George so he humored him. “An elderly man and his son wandered off a hiking path and got caught in a blizzard. Luckily we found them before they froze.”
    “See any sign of bear?”
    “Not this time.” He slapped George on the shoulder. Both he and Uncle Michael loved anything to do with the wilderness and bears. His uncle had retired a few years ago and now lived vicariously through Bowie’s adventures. “I also worked a