before the two of them married. Both times she had scrambled up the rocky front of the mountain on her hands and knees and slid back down, most of the way on her butt. Both times sheâd been in trouble with her mother afterward for wrecking her clothes.
The front side of Gold Hill was accessed through an old cattle ranch whose entrance was, unsurprisingly, at the end of a street called Black Knob. The backside was approached via a primitive dirt track that ran past a now mostly deserted rifle range. Both routes required four-Âwheel drive most of the way and a hike for the last half mile or so.
âOkay,â she said. âWhere are you right now?â
âStill at the Justice Center.â
âGive me half an hour to go home and change, then come out to the ranch with my Yukon and weâll drive to the crime scene in that. No way am I going to take my Enclave there. It doesnât have a scratch on it at the moment, and I fully intend keep it that way.â
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Chapter One
âD O YOU HAVE to go?â Denny whined, pushing his macaroni and cheese around on his plate. âWhy do you always have to work?â
âYour mommy has an important job,â Butch explained. ÂâPeople are counting on her to do it.â
Changed into a regulation khaki uniform augmented by a pair of sturdy hiking boots, Joanna shot her husband a grateful glance. Sheâd called him on her way home, and heâd had her dinner on the table when she arrived.
Butch, more than anyone, understood Joannaâs unstinting commitment to her job. She hadnât run for office with the intention of being sheriff in name only. From the moment she was elected, she had made it a point to be at the scene of every homicide that had occurred inside the boundaries of her far-Âflung jurisdiction. Just because she had spent most of the day grieving the deaths of her mother and stepfather and planning the funeral serÂvice didnât mean she was going to abandon her official duties, especially when a possible double homicide had turned up less than ten miles away from her home on High Lonesome Road.
On the other hand . . . the disappointment registered on Dennyâs face represented every working motherâs all-Âtoo-Âfamiliar tug-Âof-Âwar.
âFinish your dinner, Denny, and get your jammies on,â Joanna suggested. âMaybe Iâll have time enough to read some Dr. Seuss to you before Chief Deputy Hadlock comes by to pick me up.â
With a gleeful shout, Dennis hopped down from his chair, cleared his dishes, and then scampered off toward the bedroom with their two dogsâÂa rescued Australian shepherd named Lady and a stone-Âdeaf black Lab named LuckyâÂhot on his heels.
âHeâs tired,â Butch remarked, âand so am I. It was a long haul back and forth to Flagstaff, but I think we did the right thing. Itâs a lot more important to have Jenny settled in her dorm and Maggie in her new stable in a timely fashion rather than expecting Jenny to hang around here for the funeral and end up being late for her first college-Âlevel classes. Starting her freshman year that way might leave her feeling like sheâs behind everyone else from the very beginning.â
Joanna nodded. The truth was, it hadnât required all that much effort to talk Jenny into taking a pass on her grandparentsâ funeral. Not that she didnât care about themâÂshe did. In fact, she had doted on George, and in many ways, she had enjoyed a better relationship with Eleanor than Joanna ever had. By the end of August, most of Jennyâs friends had gone off at school, and she was ready to follow suit.
âBut will she feel guilty later about missing the funeral?â Butch asked. âThatâs what worries me.â
Joanna smiled at him. âSheâs a freshman in college. Sheâll be far too busy to feel guilty for very
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