Tormented by the Lawman (Mountain Force Book 3) by Rhonda Lee Carver

Author:Rhonda Lee Carver [Carver, Rhonda Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-12T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

“So this is it?” The small cabin with cracked windows and a ramshackle porch was more of a shack settled along the valley than a house. All the curtains were drawn over the windows and the plume of smoke coming from the chimney was the only sign of life.

“This is definitely it. The dog’s prints are still in the snow.” Cox pointed to the faint imprints along the cabin. “There are also boot prints and snow mobile tracks.” He whistled and the dog ran to the front door to scrape his paw down the wood.

“He seems happy he’s home.” Hazel was glad to see that this was the cabin Boxy belonged to. When Cox didn’t seem to hear her, she looked over at him but he was no longer next to her. He had wandered to the side of the house. “Earth to Cox.”

“What?” He brought his chin up.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”

“I’m just taking a look around.”

She gathered that the art of investigation ran through his blood, and she appreciated his carefulness, but the only unsafe thing there was the scraps of wood being held together with a few rusty nails. When Cox rejoined her, she whispered, “Find something?”

He shrugged. “I thought I saw prints in the snow made from two different shoes. And there’s a snowmobile parked in back.”

“Oh my. Two different prints and a snow mobile. We better run.” She laughed and he smirked. “Keep in mind we found a lost dog and are returning him. We’re not investigating a murderer.”

The door swung open and Hazel and Cox looked up at the silver haired man with piercing blue eyes. “Ah, it’s my dog.”

“We found him.”

The man knelt to drag the dog in for a hug and a scratch behind the ear. “I’ve been looking for you, fellow.”

Boxy whimpered and slid from the man’s grip then darted inside. Hazel was now on the porch and through the open door she watched Boxy sniff frantically around the small space as if searching for something. Stacks of newspapers cluttered the tables and empty mason jars were lined up along the edge of the floor. Boxy scratched at a closed door.

“We found him a few miles from here. The dog was determined, that’s for sure,” Cox told the man once he stepped up on the porch.

“Thank you for bringing him back. He likes to run in the snow,” the man said.

“He seems happy to be home.” Hazel watched the dog now sniffing the furniture.

“You want your toy, boy?” After retrieving a red rubber bone off the table and tossing it onto the floor that seemed to satiate Boxy for the time being. “By the way, I’m Richard Starr. Do you stay very far from here?”

“

“We’re over at—”

“Actually, we’re about three miles west. Quite a drive.”

Hazel almost gave herself whiplash looking over at Cox. What had gotten into him?

“That is a drive,” Richard said. “Again, thank you for bringing Boxy back. Maybe next time you two can come in for a drink.

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