A Bride for Dry Creek. Janet Tronstad

to have ever seen him before now.

      “They didn’t seem too clear about who their boss was,” Garth continued mildly. “Could be they wouldn’t recognize the man.”

      “I can’t tell you who their boss is, but he’s using a local informant,” Flint said in exasperation. “We’ve got that much figured out. And I’m not local.”

      “You were local enough for my sister.”

      Ah, so it’s come to that, Flint thought. It seemed he’d never get a square break from an Elkton. “Let’s leave your sister out of it.”

      The mention of his sister made Garth scan the room. “Where is she, anyway? Thought she’d be back inside by now. I heard Jess was looking for her.”

      “She was with me.” Flint resigned himself to his fate.

      “With you? What was she doing with you?”

      “Don’t worry. She’ll be back here any minute now.”