Jesse followed the two big black trucks, feeling like a sad-sack city boy in his white Camry rental. Anton drove a Ford F-350 King Ranch with rear duallies that looked big enough to actually haul around a ranch.
Hannah’s comment about Jesse not living at the ranch was worrying at him. Daddy had never given any hint that he was anything but proud of Jesse’s service. And maybe it was true. But Jesse could feel the noose of the lariat looped about his waist and tugging him back toward home. It had always been there, but after a decade in the service it was tightening, and he’d have to do some thinking about that.
The guys hadn’t pushed when he’d refused to speak about being a Night Stalker. But it was nice to be able to talk to guys who really understood the perks and the shortcomings of wo
