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dance. “You brought the light of reason to dispel the darkness of ignorance.”
    â€œOh, hell.” Travis glanced at Vince. “It’s getting deep in here.”
    â€œNo kidding.” Watching Mac dance with Georgie brought back memories of Saturday nights when he’d been the one holding her like that. They’d danced well together and had seemed to anticipate each other’s moves. She’d never said he was her favorite partner, but he’d known it, anyway. Those days were long gone, though, and he’d do well to forget about them.
    Travis swiveled back toward the bar. “After all that talk about beer, I could use another one.”
    â€œMe, too.” Vince turned his back on the sight of Mac escorting Georgie to her chair.
    Then Mac added insult to injury by returning to his stool and leaning close to Vince. “You’re playing this all wrong, buddy. You’d catch more flies with honey, if you get my meaning.”
    Vince’s jaw tightened. “She won’t be a problem.”
    â€œYou could guarantee that with a different approach.” Mac picked up his beer.
    Vince wasn’t so sure about that. He still wondered what she’d meant by that
over my dead body
comment. It continued to gnaw at him as he tried to imagine what stunt she might pull to keep them from going after the Ghost. He’d have to be on his guard. He’d always known she was smart.
    She’d mentioned that Ed’s riding stable only had four horses in it. He maybe ought to see if three of them were available before he let any more time go by. With her considerable influence in this town, she could fix it so he and his buddies had no transportation out to the maze of canyons where the Ghost kept his little band.
    Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out his phone. It didn’t have Internet, but it suited him just fine. “Ike, you got a number for Ed’s stable?”
    â€œI do.” Ike reached under the counter, pulled out a card, and pushed it toward Vince. “That’s his cell. He’s probably at supper, but he keeps his phone on.”
    â€œI hate to interrupt his meal, but I want to make sure we have some horses to ride tomorrow.”
    â€œRight.” Ike’s gaze flicked over Vince’s shoulder to where Georgie had returned to eating her barbecue and drinking her wine.
    As Vince dialed Ed’s number, Mac leaned toward him. “You could hold off ’til tomorrow morning.”
    â€œI don’t think so. He only has four horses.”
    â€œYeah, but there are zero tourists in town, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
    â€œBesides us.”
    â€œWe’re not tourists. We’re cowboys.”
    â€œWithout horses.” Vince turned away as Ed answered. The stable owner sounded as if he had a mouthful of food.
    Vince identified himself and apologized for interrupting Ed’s dinner before launching into his request. “Mac Foster and Travis Langdon are here with me, and we’d like to rent three of your horses for tomorrow.”
    â€œAbsolutely!” Ed quickly swallowed. “When?”
    Vince considered that. The best time to locate any wild animal was early morning. “Six thirty.”
    Beside him, Mac groaned.
    â€œHang on, Ed.” Vince grinned at Mac. “Make it six forty-five.”
    Mac shook his head. “I always knew you were a sadistic SOB.”
    â€œSix forty-five it is, then,” Ed confirmed. “I’ll have ’em saddled and ready.”
    â€œGreat. We’ll be there.” Vince disconnected the phone. “We’re all set. Ed seemed real glad for the business.”
    â€œI’m sure he is.” Mac scowled at him. “But what’s this crack-of-dawn routine? I thought we were on vacation.”
    â€œNo, Mac,” Travis said. “We’re on a quest. Isn’t that right, Vince?”
    â€œThat’s a perfect description. And you