No.” Allie stood her ground. “I’ll not go in.“
“Me, neither.” Jason slid from his horse. “If Allie ain’t going in, I’m not going in.”
Wes glanced skyward. How was it possible for his near mute wife to pick up an echo? After four years in the Army, leading men, and two years of pushing cattle to market, it took Allie to make Wes realize that a leader wasn’t a leader unless he had a follower.
“All right, where would you like to sleep tonight?
