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stealing my cattle, and all you can tell me is to calm down!”
    Morgan Thomas leaned forward over his desk and peered up at Jace above the rim of his spectacles. “Getting all riled up won’t help us catch the men who did this. Besides,” he smoothed the ends of his mustache, “I’m not the one you’re angry with, so stop shouting at me.”
    Jace took a deep breath, ready to tell Morgan exactly what he thought about his methods of keeping the law, but the sheriff was right. The breath left him in a hiss. He had been fighting his temper since the day he found out about his parents’ death, and his frame of mind seemed no better today. They still needed to find his parents’ killer, and now he had another mystery to solve. He dropped down on the chair near the desk. He’d never been so weary.
    “I’m sorry, Morgan.”
    Morgan pulled off his spectacles and rubbed the bridge of hisnose. “I know. Now, let’s take a minute to pray. Then we’ll look at these brands you drew from the cow and see what we can figure out. After that, I’ll send out some wires.”
    An hour later, atop his horse and taking in the beauty of the mountains, peace settled over Jace. The time in prayer with Morgan worked wonders on his attitude. He couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to his father as he rode home. Had his dad ever run into a similar problem? He couldn’t remember, but it didn’t matter. The ranch was
his
problem now, and he needed to figure out what to do about the latest challenge.

   FIVE   
    B obbie and Mack zeroed in on their next target. Since she’d been hired almost a week ago, their main task was cutting and roping calves while Jace and Coop tossed and branded them. She learned in a hurry not to question Jace’s decisions. The first day he’d told her they’d be branding calves. She’d looked up at him. “Branding? Don’t you think it’s a bit—”
    “Early? Yes, but I’m not about to let the rustlers get away with any more of my calves without at least getting my mark on them.”
    And in that moment, Jace had her convinced of his ranching abilities. She didn’t mind roping and branding. The work was hard but honest, and the help capable.
    Jarvis Cooper. She smiled at the sight of him. When they had first been introduced, he was in the middle of stuffing his jaw with tobacco. He’d scooped his finger along the inside of his cheek when he saw her and discarded the brown wad into the dirt with a flick of his wrist. After wiping his finger on his pant leg, he extended his hand. Once they exchanged greetings, he restuffed his cheek.
    A shudder went through her at the memory. She guessed he was only trying to be polite by removing the wad, but she would have preferred he left it alone. Since then, Coop became comfortable with her and apparently no longer felt the need to do away with his tobacco.She’d found him kind and thoughtful, as were all the men. Even her opinion of Adam changed once she got to know him better, though she could tell he still burned because of their encounter that first day. She didn’t miss Grant Wilcox in the least, though the ranch could have used his help.
    With a quick jerk of her arm, Bobbie sent her lasso flying around the head of the next calf. She whistled a quiet tune, more confident than she’d been the first few days. Her decision to ignore the stares, work hard, and prove she could do her job helped set the tone. Everyone soon relaxed and began treating her as one of the men.
    Bobbie drew the calf in and pondered the fine job Jace had done in selecting his hired hands. Her stomach grumbled, and Beans came to mind. The cook reminded her of her father, and that gave them a special bond. He did more grunting than talking, but he treated her with kindness.
    Dew Wellman, Jace’s foreman, deserved the position. He worked harder than all the other men and knew a great deal about cattle. The rest of the wranglers, Sonny Marshall, David Lundy, and Adam Taylor, had