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“Who is?” The question was quick and sharp

“Jessy”

So flickered in her eyes that Culley couldn’t quite identify “Where is Ty?”

“He’s with her”

“Where?”

“On the road a good half-mile west”

Having obtained the necessary information, Tara lost any further interest in him She turned to the man in work clothes “Call the Triple C now” She put sharp elance over the work site “Where’s Buck?”

“I don’t re him in the last hour Shall I—”

“Never mind,” she interrupted curtly “I’ll drive myself”

“Take the blue truck,” the ht want it”

Splitting away, Tara walked swiftly toward a navy blue pickup while the man trotted over to a different one A few seconds later Culley saw hi a telephone receiver to his ear

Satisfied that help was on the way, Culley reined his lathered horse around and left the construction area at an easy walk With nothing better to do and no place he had to be anytime soon, he ambled toward the accident site It wasn’t that he was nosy; Cully just liked to knoent on

By the tie point a quarter allop and two Triple C ranch pickups were parked behind Tara’s truck on the shoulder of the dirt road Culley stepped out of the saddle and left his horse to graze Taking a position on the shady side of a grassy knoll, he studied the scene below him

There were three people huddled around the prone wo before he noticed Jessy’s legJessy’s hand away froained consciousness

Long before the ranch’s pumper truck came into view, Cull