Nakos drew up short by a scattering of trees and quickly dismounted, taking off somewhere to their right.

Nate cut the engine and followed, having no idea what had lit a fire under the foreman. Snow tinged the air. The trickle of running water blended into the background noise of wind and leaves crackling, and he realized it was probably the creek. But he didn't see or hear...

His gaze landed on a horse grazing on grass by an oak. The horse she had been riding, in ...