Avalanche Of Trouble. Cindi Myers

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СКАЧАТЬ Maya ordered a salad, which he expected she wouldn’t eat, but she was drinking her soft drink, so that was something. “So what do you do in Denver besides teach English?” he asked.

      “I do poetry slams.”

      Again, not what he would have expected. “That’s where people get up and perform poetry they’ve written, right?”

      “Exactly.” She didn’t even try to hide her surprise.

      “We may be a little out of the way here in Eagle Mountain, but we’re not completely backward,” he said.

      “Have you ever been to a poetry slam?” she asked.

      “No. But then, I can’t say I’ve ever cared much for poetry. Probably comes from having to memorize ‘O Captain! My Captain!’ when I was in fourth grade.”

      “My poetry isn’t like that.”

      “I kind of figured.”

      She fell silent and Gage focused on his food as soon as Sasha had placed the dishes on the table. When he looked up again, Maya was staring at him. “I’d like to see Angela,” she said softly.

      He should have seen that coming. “I can arrange that. Maybe late tomorrow.” He leaned toward her. “Is there someone else you should call to be here with you? Another sibling? Your parents?”

      “I spoke to my parents after I talked to you,” she said. “They live in Arizona. My mom isn’t in good health and traveling is hard for her. And there’s nothing they can do. I told them they should stay put until we know more. And there aren’t any other siblings.”

      “Okay.” So she had to bear this all by herself. He would do what he could to ease the burden for her.

      “What about you?” she asked. “I know you have a brother—the sheriff. Any other brothers and sisters?”

      “I have a sister. She’s a graduate student at CSU. Our parents have a ranch just outside of town.”

      She speared a cherry tomato on her fork. “A ranch as in cows?”

      “And horses. The Walking W Ranch has been in operation since 1942. My great-grandparents started it.”

      “So do you, like, ride and rope and all that stuff?” she asked.

      He suppressed a grin. “All that stuff.”

      “That explains the belt buckle.”

      He glanced down at the large silver-and-gold buckle, which he had won as State Junior Champion Bronc Rider in high school. “I was riding horses years before I learned to ride a bicycle,” he said. “And I still help out with fall roundup.”

      She shook her head. “Our lives are so different we could be from two different countries.”

      “We’re probably not that different,” he said. “I’ve found that people behave pretty much the same wherever they’re from.”

      “Well, I’m from the city and I have no desire to ride a horse. And I hope you won’t take this wrong, but I thought my sister was crazy when she said she and Greg were thinking about moving here.”

      “You told me they bought the mining claims for a demonstration project, not to live on.”

      “That’s right. But they were talking about finding a place here in town. They had fallen in love with Eagle Mountain. I don’t know why.”

      “You might be surprised,” Gage said. “I’ve heard from other people that the place has a way of growing on you.”

      “I just want to find my niece and go home.” She looked all in, her eyes still red and puffy from crying, her shoulders slumped.

      Gage pushed aside his plate. “You must be exhausted,” he said. “Let’s get out of here. I’ll take you to your car at the sheriff’s office and you can follow me to the B and B.”

      Fifteen minutes later, they parked at the curb in front of the Victorian home Paige Riddell had converted into a bed-and-breakfast. The light over the front door came on and Paige stepped out. “I’m Paige,” she said, coming forward to take Maya’s bag. “You’ve had a pretty miserable day, I imagine, so I won’t prolong it, but I will say how sorry I am for your loss.”

      “Thank you.” Maya gave Paige a long look. “Gage said I would like you—that he thought we’d have a lot in common.”

      “That depends,” Paige said. “Some folks around here think of me as the local tree-hugging rabble-rouser, but I don’t take that as an insult.”

      “Then yeah, I think we’ll get along fine,” Maya said.

      “Let me show you to your room.” Paige put an arm around Maya and ushered her into the house. In the doorway, she stopped and glanced over her shoulder at Gage. “Don’t leave yet,” she mouthed, then went into the house with Maya.

      Gage moved to the porch swing to the right of the door and sat, letting the calm of the night seep into him. Only one or two lights shone in the houses that lined the street, not enough to dim the stars overhead. He thought of the little girl in the woods and hoped she was where she could see those stars, and that maybe, seeing them, she wouldn’t feel so alone.

      The door opened and Paige stepped out. “I got her settled in,” she said. “Grief can be so exhausting. I hope she’s able to get some sleep.”

      “I’ll come by and pick her up in the morning and take her up to the campsite,” he said. “We’re hoping her niece will see her and come to her. I found out tonight that the little girl is deaf, so she wouldn’t hear us calling for her.”

      Paige sat in a wicker armchair adjacent to the swing. “I can’t even imagine how worried Maya is. I don’t even know this kid and it upsets me to think of her out there.”

      Gage stifled a yawn. “Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?” he asked.

      “Yes. I wanted to tell you I saw that couple—Maya’s sister and her husband—the day before yesterday. And the little girl. She was with them. Adorable child.”

      Gage sat up straight, fatigue receding. “Where was this?”

      “Some of us from Eagle Mountain Conservation went up to Eagle Mountain Resort—you know, those mining claims Henry Hake wanted to develop?”

      Gage nodded. Eagle Mountain Conservation had succeeded in getting an injunction to stop the development three years ago. “You saw the Hood family up there?”

      “They were unloading camping gear from a white SUV parked on the side of the road. I guess they were camping on one of the claims near Hake’s property.”

      “They bought the claim and I guess a few others in the area,” Gage said. “But what were you doing on Henry Hake’s land? It’s private property.”

      Paige frowned at him, a scowl that had intimidated more than one overzealous logger, trash-throwing tourist or anyone else who attracted the wrath of the EMC. СКАЧАТЬ