endured. For the sake of the little dove trapped beneath the ground, he was trying to focus all his mental ability on the rescue operation. Yet there was a small part of his thoughts that continually strayed to Kerry.
To learn that she was a single mother had knocked him for a loop. The Kerry WindWalker he remembered was the quiet, reserved waitress whoâd worked seven or eight years ago at Woodyâs Café. At that time heâd tried to get to know her personally, but sheâd stubbornly kept the conversation between them to the same light exchange she used for all the customers in the homey little eating place. Sheâd had a reputation for being prim and proper and, in spite of Jaredâs best efforts, sheâd left Black Arrow with that same squeaky-clean standing.
Jared could only suppose that the years away from Black Arrow had changed her. Although there was one thing that remained the same, he thought ruefully. She had no man in her life. The fact that sheâd been raising her daughter alone saddened him. Yet he had to confess there was a selfish part of him that was glad she wasnât attached to some other man.
âOkay, Jared, thatâs ten feet. Want me to go any deeper?â
Shaking away his thoughts, Jared looked up at Newt, a burly oilfield worker who was operating a large auger. This was the second hole that had been drilled into the ground near to the spot where Peggy was trapped. The first had failed to give Jared an entrance to reach her. After a long, careful study from inside the ground, coupled with the engineering blueprints he had of the original layout of the drainage pipes, heâd finally decided to try another, at a closer angle.
âNo. Thatâs good. Hop out, Newt, and Iâll go down. Maybe this one will get me all the way back to her.â
Someone caught him by the arm and Jared glanced around to find Bram at his side. Having his brother here for support, even in the capacity of sheriff, helped him forget that heâd been at this for hours and that his body was now running on sheer adrenaline.
âNewt has reached the right depth,â he quickly explained to Bram. âIâm going down again.â
âWhat if you canât get through this time, Jared?â
âIâve got to,â Jared said grimly. âIâm afraid to drill any closer. From what I know about this network of pipes, Peggy probably has some space to crawl back and forth. I canât risk drilling into an area where she might be.â
Bram let out a weary breath. âI know youâre right.But sheâs been down there for hours now. The tunnel youâve just now bored may not be any better than the last one.â
The desperation in Bramâs voice matched the feelings that Jared had been dealing with from the moment heâd spotted Peggyâs little footprints. He wouldnât rest until that child was placed safely in her motherâs arms.
Jared lifted the hard hat from his sweaty head and shoved a weary hand through his damp hair. âBelieve me, brother, I want to get her out just as badly as you do. So have a little confidence in me, will you? This time Iâll get in. I have to,â he said with steely determination. Glancing back over his shoulder, he scanned the crowd that had continued to grow throughout the evening. âHave you seen Kerry?â
âI talked to her about ten minutes ago. I explained that you were drilling again at another angle.â
âHow was she doing?â
Bramâs tight grimace spoke volumes. âSheâs holding herself together, but itâs pretty obvious sheâs not far from collapsing. Her mother tells me that no one has been able to make her eat or drink anything since weâve been out here.â
Just the thought of what she must be going through was enough to make Jared sick. âSee what you and Gray can do with her,â Jared told him. âIâm going