Justice at Cardwell Ranch

“I don’t want you involved in my investigation,” she said. “That includes asking about Tanner among your old friends—and enemies.”

He smiled. “What makes you think I have enemies?”

She smiled in answer as she smeared huckleberry jam on a piece of her toast.

He watched her eat for a few moments. He liked a woman who ate well and said as much.

“Does that line work on women?” she asked.

He laughed. “Every time.”

They finished their breakfast in the quiet of the upper mountain. She was right about it being peaceful up here. He liked it. But once winter came, all that would change. The parking lots would be packed, all the lifts would be running as well as the gondola. The mountain would be dotted with skiers and boarders, the restaurants and resorts full. He recalled the sounds of people, the clank of machinery, the array of bright-colored skiwear like a rainbow across Lone Mountain.

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