the one reason he’d nearly refused the transfer here a year ago. He’d wondered if he might run into her. He hadn’t so far.
And now, he was going to drive up to her door.
Her son was in danger. That had nothing to do with their past. It was the little boy he had to concentrate on…the boy he had to find. As a ranger, he couldn’t walk away.
Mallory stayed in the kitchen, and there was no point looking outside to see anything. It was after dark, and in the country that meant black as pitch. Besides, there were dozens of law officers who had cordoned off the area and set up a base at the barn. She could go down there. And do what? What she wanted was to grab one of Buck’s guns, climb on a horse and go search for her child. They weren’t about to let her do that. Look where that had gotten Joe and Buck.
She had seen her father brought in hours ago. She didn’t go with him in the ambulance, sending Rosalie instead. Luckily, his wound wasn’t life threatening, and he only had to spend overnight in the hospital.
Afraid and anxious, Mallory resumed her pacing while her mind worked overtime thinking about how scared Ryan had to be. And she knew that the convicts were lifers and had nothing to lose if they killed her son.
No. No. A tear ran down her face as she began to tremble again. She had to get him back. Ryan was her life…. They’d gone through so much together.
Her thoughts turned to the man from her past. Chase Landon. Nine years since Mallory had seen him. Back then he’d been a state trooper, with dreams of being a Texas Ranger. And when that day finally came, their idyllic summer had come to an end…and he had walked away from her, breaking her young heart.
Now, that man was going to be the one to help rescue her son. A few years back she’d read the story about how Ranger Chase Landon had tracked a robbery suspect to the Mexican border and talked him into surrendering. She was hoping for the same outcome now.
Hearing the helicopter fly overhead, she felt her heart race in anticipation. More commotion outside, along with voices. She released a slow breath, went to the door and opened it.
Chase stood well over six feet tall. His dark brown eyes were piercing, and his chiseled jaw was rigid. Dressed in army fatigues and sporting a baseball cap, he looked more like a soldier than a Texas Ranger.
Mallory knew one thing. The man still affected her in the same way he always had. His dark brooding looks still demanded respect. She once knew the softer, gentler side of this man, too. Right now, that seemed like a lifetime ago.
“Mallory,” he said with a nod.
“Chase. I’ve been expecting you.” She stepped aside allowing him inside followed by another ranger. He was about the same age as Chase, but with lighter hair and coloring. He was nearly as tall.
Chase thought he could handle their meeting after all these years, but seeing Mallory again drove all logic from his head. If anything, she was even more beautiful at almost thirty than at twenty-one. Her midnight-black hair was still long and silky as the wavy strands lay against her shoulders. Her wide green eyes were no longer bright, but frightened, bringing him back to the reason he was here. It didn’t stop the strong urge to pull her into his arms. He resisted it.
“Mallory, this is Sergeant Raines, Jesse. Jesse, Mallory…Hagan.”
She took his outstretched hand. “It’s nice to meet you, sergeant.”
He nodded. “Wish it was under better circumstances.”
She bit down on her trembling lip. “Just bring my son back to me.”
“We’re going to try really hard to accomplish that, ma’am.” Jesse looked at Chase. “I’ll head down to the command post.”
“I’ll be there soon.” Chase had given Jesse a brief summery about his past relationship with Mallory on the trip here. He knew Raines would keep the news private.
They both watched him walk out the door, then Mallory turned to Chase. “You should go, too.”
“I will, but first I need to talk with you. How is your father doing?” he asked as he directed her to the kitchen table and pulled out a chair for her to sit down.
“He’s going to recover,” she said. “He’ll be home tomorrow.”
“Good. Now, maybe you can answer a few questions.”
She looked up at him with those trusting green eyes. He quickly glanced away as he pulled a paper out of his pocket. It was a map of the ranch.
“Joe told us your father made camp here at this group of rocks.” He circled the area with his finger. “Right before dawn, two men appeared, one with a gun, catching Buck, Joe and Mick by surprise still in their sleeping bags. Then the convicts took some extra clothes, and the horses. When they went to take your son…Ryan, Buck tried to fight them. He got shot, and Joe and Mick were beaten.”
She nodded. “Dad said Ryan wasn’t hurt when they took him. Joe’s horse wandered back to camp—that’s how he was able to come for help.” She blinked at tears. “Please, you’ve got to get my son back before they do anything bad to him.”
Chase wanted to promise her he could, but there weren’t any guarantees when it came to finding prisoners who had nothing to lose. “We’re going to do everything we can to find them, Mallory. They took your father’s cell phone, so we’re hoping to be able to make contact with them.”
“Do you think they’re heading to the border?”
“It’s a possibility,” he told her. “The convicts didn’t plan this escape. From the second they’d carjacked the vehicle on the interstate until now being on horseback, I’m thinking that they’re just making it up as they go along.”
She shivered. “That’s what scares me. They’re desperate men, Chase. They could just decide there’s no need for Ryan any more.”
He reached for her hand, a natural reflex. It was cold and shaking as he cupped it in his. “No, Mallory, they do need the boy now. He’s their bartering tool. So you have to stay positive.” He worked up a smile. “I have a feeling Buck taught his grandson how to survive out there.”
She nodded, and surprisingly returned with a hint of smile.
It immediately took his breath. Finding his voice, he asked, “Tell me what Ryan knows, Mal.”
She released a long breath. “He’s a good rider.” Her brow wrinkled in concentration. “And can read animal tracks. Dad taught him to how find a direction by the sun and the stars.”
“That’s good…the boy knows how to handle himself.” Chase didn’t want to think about the other dangers out there…mostly human ones.
“So you think that could help him?”
He nodded. A strange feeling came over him as he studied Mallory. The woman he’d once cared about…she’d always wanted a husband and family. He couldn’t give her that all those years ago. Hopefully he could at least bring her son home.
“He sounds like a great kid.”
“He is, but he’s still
