won’t meet many people that way.”
Her expression went stiff. “I can do without most people. And they can certainly do without me. You said it yourself. People think I’m a witch.” She sighed. “Old Mr. Barnes’s milk cow went dry and he blamed me. He said it was because I lived near him. ‘Everybody knows that witches cause those things,’ he said.”
“Threaten him with a lawsuit. That will shut him up.”
She blinked and turned her head toward him. “Excuse me?”
“Hate speech,” he elaborated.
“Oh. I see.” She sighed. “I’m afraid it would only make things worse. Instead of that witch woman, I’d be that witch woman who sues everybody.”
He chuckled.
She drew in a breath and shivered. She could barely see through the blinding snow as he drove. “I’ll bet you have problems in this sort of weather. They say the old trail drivers used to stay with the cattle herds during storms and sing to them, to calm them, so they were less likely to stampede. The ones I read about were summer storms, though, with lightning.”
He was pleasantly surprised. “Those old trail drivers did baby the cattle. In fact, we have a couple of singing cowboys who do night duty for us with the herds.”
“Are their names Roy and Gene?”
That took him a minute. Then he burst out laughing. “No. Tim and Harry, actually.”
She grinned. Her whole face lit up. She was very pretty, he thought.
“Good one,” he told her with a nod.
They were nearing her cabin. It wasn’t much to look at. It had belonged to a hermit before the Bakers bought it about the time Merissa was born. Her mother’s husband had left suddenly when she was ten. People whispered about the reason. Most people locally thought it was her mother’s eerie abilities that had sent him to the divorce court.
Tank stopped the truck.
“Thanks for the ride,” she said, pulling up her hood. “But you didn’t have to do this.”
“I know. Thanks for the warning.” He hesitated. “What did you see, about Darby?” he asked, hating himself for the question.
She swallowed, hard. “An accident. But if he takes someone with him, I think it will be all right.” She held up a hand. “I know, you don’t believe in all this hoodoo. I don’t know why I was cursed with visions. I just tell what I know, when I think it will help.” Her soft eyes met his dark ones. “You’ve been kind to us over the years, all of you. When we couldn’t get out because of snowdrifts, you’d send groceries. When the car got stuck one time, you had a cowboy drive us home and get the car out.” She smiled. “You’re a kind person. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. So maybe I’m crazy. But please watch your back anyway.”
He smiled gently. “Okay.”
She smiled, shyly, and climbed out of the truck. She closed the door behind her and ran for the porch. Her red cape, against the fluffy white snow, reminded him of the heroine in a movie he’d seen about a werewolf. The red was stark, like blood, in that background of pure white.
An older woman, with silver hair, was waiting. She looked past Merissa and waved a little awkwardly. Merissa waved, too. They both went inside quickly.
Tank sat with the engine idling, staring at the closed door for a minute before he put the truck in gear and drove off.
* * *
“WHAT IN THE world are you laughing about?” Mallory asked his brother as he came into the living room later. Mallory and his wife, Morie, had a baby boy just a few months old—Harrison Barlow Kirk. They were just now able to sleep at night, to the relief of everyone in the household. Of course, Cane, the middle brother, and his wife, Bodie, were expecting. So it would begin all over again in the spring. Nobody minded. The brothers were all gooey over the baby.
A huge Christmas tree sat in the corner, with presents already piled up to the first set of limbs. It was an artificial tree. Morie was allergic to the live ones.
Tank was chuckling. “You remember the Bakers?”
“The strange folk in the cabin?” Mallory said with a grin. “Merissa and her mother, Clara. Sure.”
“Merissa came over to warn me about an assassination attempt.”
Mallory did a double take. “A what?”
“She says a man is coming to kill me.”
“Would you like to explain why?”
“She said it was related to the shooting in Arizona, when I was with the border patrol,” he explained, still uneasy from the memory. “One of the shooters thinks I could recognize his companion and cause trouble for a politician who plans to run for federal office. Drug-related stuff.”
“How did she know?”
Tank made a weird sound and waved his hands. “She had a vision!”
“I wouldn’t laugh too hard at that,” Mallory said strangely. “She warned a local woman about driving across a bridge. She said she had a vision of it collapsing. The woman went over it anyway a day later and the bridge fell out from under her. She barely survived.”
Tank frowned. “Eerie.”
“Some people have abilities that other people don’t believe in,” Mallory replied. “Every community has somebody who can talk out fire or talk off warts, dowse for water, even get glimpses of the future. It isn’t logical...you can’t prove it by scientific method. But I’ve seen it in action. You might recall that we have a well because I hired a dowser to come out here and find water for us.”
“A water witch.” Tank shivered. “Well, I don’t believe in that stuff and I never will.”
“I just hope Merissa was wrong.” He clapped an affectionate arm across his brother’s shoulders. “I’d hate to lose you.”
Tank laughed. “You won’t. I’ve survived a war and a handgun attack. I guess maybe I’m indestructible.”
“Nobody is that.”
“I was lucky, then.”
Mallory laughed. “Very.”
* * *
DALTON SAT DOWN with his laptop, having recalled Merissa’s statement about a sheriff in south Texas being shot.
He sipped coffee and laughed at himself for even believing such a wild tale. Until he looked through recent San Antonio news reports and discovered that a sheriff in Jacobs County, south of San Antonio, had been the victim of a recent assassination attempt by persons unknown, but believed to be involved with a notorious drug cartel across the border in Mexico.
Tank caught his breath and gaped at the screen. Sheriff Hayes Carson of Jacobs County, Texas, had been wounded by
