LITMIR.BIZ

       Chapter One

      Leadville, Colorado

      1884

      Owen Hamilton shielded his eyes against the sun as he tried to make out the rider coming toward him. His small ranch outside of Leadville, Colorado, was too far from town to get many visitors.

      His sister, Lena, stepped out of the house. “Were you expecting company?”

      “No. Get inside and bar the door. Keep the girls close. You know what to do.”

      Lena hesitated. “Should I get your shotgun?”

      “I’ve got my belt,” Owen said, patting his hip. “No sense in drawing trouble if there is none.”

      They’d had this conversation enough times that Lena gave a nod. “We’ll be inside. I’ll wait for the signal.”

      Owen walked off the porch and headed down the path toward the oncoming horse. Now that the rider was closer, Owen recognized him.

      He called over his shoulder at the house. “It’s just Will. Put on some coffee and see what you can round up for refreshment. I’m sure he’s tired after his long ride.”

      Though he sounded cheerful, his stomach filled with dread. The only reason Will would come to see Owen unannounced was if it was about a case. When Owen had turned in his badge several months ago, he’d made it clear he wasn’t available to help his friend. Both Will and the sheriff had tried talking him into at least remaining a consultant. But after Owen’s last mistake, he couldn’t bring himself to potentially endanger anyone else. True, on that last case, no one had died. But Owen had gotten distracted, and because of it, a woman and her children nearly died. Though everything turned out all right in the end, he still couldn’t forget how easily things could have gone bad.

      As Will dismounted, Owen walked over to greet him. “Go ahead and put your horse by the barn. There’s plenty of hay, and I’ll get some water for him.”

      “Thanks,” Will said, sounding out of breath. He must have been riding hard. And from the horse’s sweaty flanks, Owen could tell that his initial instinct that this wasn’t a social call was correct.

      “Lena is fixing some refreshments. Then you can be on your way.”

      “You haven’t even heard what I have to say.”

      “I figure I already know what you’ve got to say. When I turned in my badge, it was for good.”

      Before Will could respond, Owen’s six-year-old twin daughters, Anna and Emma, came running out the door. “Uncle Will!”

      “Pipsqueaks!” Will gathered the girls in his arms and gave them a big hug. Though Owen had no regrets in moving out to the ranch, sometimes he thought about how isolated they were out here. Living in Leadville, Owen’s children had the chance to socialize with a number of families, including Will’s. Though Will wasn’t their real uncle, their families were close enough that it felt like it at times. Leaving behind their social connections had been a small price to pay for his privacy. If he wasn’t living in town, no one could ask him to help on a case.

      Maybe it sounded selfish, but Owen knew that if his fellow lawmen could just run down the street to ask for his help, keeping his badge hung

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