Isabella sat there listening, fascinated with all the planning and forethought that had gone into this project. His father had been ingenious and had lived and died before his time.

"How far are we from town?"

"Not that far at all, and with all the backtracking I did, I don't think anyone will be able to follow us."

"I thought we were going around in circles." She giggled.

Wyatt chuckled softly and nodded.

They had meandered along at a slower pace ...