If people are in danger, Dad, then why not tell your friend Sheriff Gibson?

“Right now, the only person I trust is you, son.”

Nathan wanted to share the burden with Henry. If a past case was the reason his father was shot, then the more people on it, the better. But Dad had held it close for a reason. And apparently, Henry had promised Dad’s boss that no one would go digging around. Nathan could only assume he was talking about Dad’s case. Dad’s past. What else could it be? Nathan wanted to confront the man now. But he would bide his time and find out what he could before it was too late. Funny how quickly his intentions reversed.

Henry rose and came around to stand next to Nathan.

Nathan stood too.

“You’ve been through two traumatic events. That’s more than most people experience in a lifetime, and they happened in the same week.” Henry rested a hand on Nathan’s shoulder. “Please get some rest. Do it for me, would you?” He offered a grin. “I don’t want to see you around here for two weeks.”

“What? You told me a week.”

“And yet you’re here.” Henry eyed him. “Besides, that was before the dam failed.”

Failed.

Celia’s whispered words came back to him. “Did they find out what happened to the dam? Who caused it?”

“Are you sure it wasn’t deliberate?”

Now Henry gave him the same look he’d given Celia when she’d said those words to him. Because, really, who would go to the trouble to take out an old dam in the middle of Montana for no good reason?

“Want to make it three weeks?”