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TUCKER
“What the f**k do you mean you don’t know where she is?” James Carr shouted, almost knocking over a kitchen chair in his anger. He was much recovered from his cold, even after a day, and his fury was ruthless. And justified. He’d entrusted his sister to our care, and we’d lost her.
Gabe ran a hand over the back of his neck. “She left the ranch. Said she was coming here. To collect her things.”
“Well, she sure as f**k isn’t here. I thought you were going with her to Butte,” he countered.
“We took her to Bridgewater and married her,” I replied. For the one usually so riled, I was quite calm. At least on the outside. Within, I wasn’t angry, but afraid. It was like Clara disappearing all over again. Yet James wouldn’t take Abigail to an institution to hide her from the world—
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