Bridge to Trouble: Chapter V

I tried to picture his face if one of our attempts did pan out some visible flecks of gold—not improbable in this country. That would certainly make things interesting for him...

Bridge to Trouble is a romantic-suspense novella set in 1920s Montana.

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                                                         And all the day they hunted,
                                                         And nothing could they find…
                                                      - Three Jovial Welshmen -

“Well, I’ve been waiting for you!”

Sonny Barton, in the act of turning his horse into the corral, swung around in surprise. I smiled at him from my perch on the top rail, my arms folded across my knees. “No, don’t look so flattered. You’re in trouble, Sonny, you know that? I think it’s high time you came clean.”

“What’s the charge?” he said, swinging the gate shut with one hand, neither the word nor the action entirely convincing in its gaiety.

I put my chin in my hand, enjoying his discomfiture a bit. “I’ve had plenty of time to think since this morning, and things are starting to make a whole lot of sense to me. Can’t you guess?”

“Terrible at guessing.”