A Wanted Man. Alana Matthews

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      Tell us how you really feel, Callie.

      Gripping the wheel tighter, she punched the accelerator and picked up speed.

      THE PRITCHARD FAMILY had always displayed their wealth without apology. Nestled in the foothills of the Bighorn Mountains, the ranch was seven thousand acres of rolling hills, grassy flatland and a sleekly modern, three-story dream house that was big enough to hold the population of a small third-world country.

      As she pulled up to the gate, Callie thought about her connection to the family. Despite the shared blood, she had long ago realized that there really wasn’t one. Not the kind that mattered, at least. Before she was even born, Jonah Pritchard had made it clear that neither she nor her mother were worth spitting on, and Callie herself couldn’t care less about his money.

      Everyone in town knew the history between the two families. A few of her friends—including Sheriff Mercer—had urged her to pursue her stake in the Pritchard fortune. When her father was killed, he’d left behind a sizable trust that rightfully belonged to her. But pursuing it meant lawsuits and court hearings and exhumed bodies and DNA tests and a lot of bad feelings all around.

      If Callie went forward, she knew full well that Jonah would wage a smear campaign against the memory of her mother. He’d hire a platoon of lawyers and PR flacks to claim the DNA tests had somehow been tainted or tampered with, claiming the girl had slept around like a common whore and that Callie could be just about anyone’s child.

      There was no amount of money that would dull the sting of such an attack, especially in a town the size of Williamson, which had less than seven thousand residents—the majority of whom loved to gossip. And with Nana Jean getting frailer by the week, it just wasn’t worth it.

      Callie was content to know that she had earned her place in this world. And she couldn’t help thinking how ironic it was that Megan, the so-called real Pritchard granddaughter, had turned out to be a family embarrassment. No smear campaign necessary.

      Callie had to admit she’d found a certain satisfaction in this knowledge.

      As she pulled her cruiser to a stop, the guard manning the gate came out of his booth and approached her window with a smile on his face. Landry Bickham was a grizzled old cowboy who had been working for the Pritchard family as long as anyone could remember, and Callie didn’t think she’d ever seen him without that smile.

      “Afternoon, Deputy Glass. You sure you didn’t make a wrong turn?”

      “If only,” she said. “I need to go up to the house. Police business.”

      Bickham grunted. “You make an appointment?”

      Callie just stared at him.

      Bickham nodded, then went back to the booth and picked up the phone. Callie knew she could ask him if he’d seen Megan in the past few hours, but there wasn’t much point. Landry was loyal to a fault—the secret behind his longevity on the job.

      After his call was done, he came back shaking his head, the smile still intact. “Jonah is a little under the weather today, isn’t taking any visitors.”

      “I already told you, this isn’t a social call.”

      Bickham shrugged. “You might try again tomorrow morning.”

      “Open the gate, Landry.”

      “I really wish I could do that, Callie, but I’ve got my—”

      Before Landry could finish his sentence, Harlan had his door open and was climbing out. He brushed the flap of his coat back, revealing the star clipped to his belt. “U.S. Marshals Service. Open that gate now or consider yourself under arrest.”

      Bickham’s smile faltered slightly. “For what?”

      “For aiding and abetting a fugitive. Or for being a general pain in the butt. Take your choice.”

      Callie couldn’t help feeling a little annoyed by Harlan’s intrusion. Didn’t he think she could get the job done?

      Apparently not.

      “Fugitive? What fugitive?” Bickham said. “I’m just following orders.”

      Callie gestured impatiently. “Do what he asks, Landry. I’ll make sure Jonah knows you put up a good fight.”

      “Is this fella really gonna arrest me?”

      “Not if you cooperate.”

      “All right, then,” Bickham said, then shuffled back to his booth and flipped a switch. The gate rumbled and started rolling to one side.

      As Harlan got back in the car, Callie hit the gas, shooting forward before he had a chance to sit down and get his door closed.

      He yelped, letting loose a string of profanities, and she eyed him in her rearview mirror.

      “You okay back there?”

      Struggling to collect himself, Harlan shot her a look of annoyance that kept her smiling all the way up the drive.

      No, she wasn’t vindictive.

      Not one little bit.

       Chapter Five

      Landry Bickham hadn’t wasted any time in sounding the alarm.

      They were greeted at the top of the drive by Gloria Pritchard, a woman whose beauty had been starkly diminished by years of starvation, alcohol and cosmetic surgery. The result was the exact opposite of what she had intended, her skin stretched so tautly over her sharp bones that she looked much older than her fifty-one years.

      Callie only knew her actual age because Gloria and her mother had been best friends in high school. Not that this mattered much. Gloria visibly stiffened at the sight of Callie as they climbed out of the SUV.

      Neither of them offered any pleasantries.

      “So what has my little darling done now?” Gloria asked. The little darling being her wayward daughter Meg.

      “Is she here?”

      “I haven’t seen her in a good six months.”

      “Then what makes you think that’s what this is about?”

      Gloria smiled humorlessly. “Experience,” she said. “I don’t need to tell you what a handful that girl has been since the day she was born.”

      To put it mildly, Callie thought. Megan Pritchard was the devil incarnate as far as she was concerned. But without the brains. Even her own mother had stopped trying to cover for her.

      Not that Gloria was the model of a loving parent. Twice divorced and always shopping for a replacement, she paid about as much attention to her own daughter as she might a pet hamster.

      Meg’s grandfather Jonah, on the other hand, would do just about anything for his girl—whether Gloria liked СКАЧАТЬ