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They’re getting married in another month and starting a special school right on the ranch for troubled kids.”
    â€œI think that’s wonderful. Your sister seems like avery special person. Those kids are lucky to have her. What about your parents?”
    â€œBoth dead. My father was a steelworker. He fell off a scaffolding while on a job in New York City. We were still pretty young when it happened. My mother never recovered from his death. She died two years later and we kids were parceled out to relatives. My old aunt Nana took all us boys, and Pony was raised by our grandmother, who taught her the old ways.”
    â€œI’m sorry about your parents,” Molly said. “I can’t imagine not growing up with mine. In fact, I can’t imagine ever being without them, even when I’m in my nineties.” She paused in the act of peeling the plastic wrap from her sandwich. “Tell me about Ken Manning. Obviously the two of you are acquainted.”
    Steven took a bite of his sandwich and watched a flock of birds skim across the surface of the river. He popped the top of his soda can and chased the sandwich down with a big swallow. “I’ve known him for several years now. We’ve crossed swords on more than a few occasions. He’s wealthy and high powered, and has strong connections with the Mountain Militia.”
    Molly raised her eyebrows. “Oh? What’s that?”
    â€œAn organized citizen’s group that holds regular meetings to discuss things like local politics, government at the federal level, and semiautomatic assault weapons. They have close ties with the National Federal Lands Conference and the Wise Use Movement, both borderline right-wing antienvironmental lobbies funded by oil and mining interests.”
    â€œWell, the odds are I’ll never sit next to him again at any public hearings after my last performance, and anyway, my client’s lifestyle is none of my business. I’m merely representing his company’s interests.” She narrowed her eyes. “Semiautomatic assault weapons? Dare I ask what connection they have to local and federal government?”
    He glanced at her long enough for her heart rate to accelerate, then took a bite of the sandwich, chewed with a contemplative expression. “Good sandwich.” Took another bite and washed it down with soda, then set down his soda can and leaned toward her. His strong fingers swept a curl of her hair back behind her left ear. He was so close that she could smell the scent of his skin, and the brush of his fingers against her ear made her catch her breath around a fluttering drum of heartbeats. She suddenly hoped beyond hope that he would kiss her, but he didn’t. Instead, he sat back and regarded her with those calm dark eyes. “I’ve been wanting to do that ever since that very beautiful curl escaped from your very beautiful braid,” he said.
    She laughed shakily, her heart hammering. “Thanks. I need all the help I can get when it comes to controlling my hair.”
    â€œAs far as the militia is concerned, guns and politics sort of go together out here. Some folks still regard this as the Wild West. I was threatened once after speaking at a public hearing against the proposed logging of a wilderness area that had been burned in a forest fire. The proposal hinged on an upcoming house vote for managing public lands, so naturally everyone in the environmental camp was fighting to swing the house in favor of protecting the wilderness. I happened to be spearheading the environmentalists. This big guy with buzz-cut hair got right in my face and told me if they couldn’t beat me at the ballot box, they’d beat me with a bullet.”
    Molly paused, the sandwich halfway to her mouth. “You’re not serious.”
    â€œThe militia can get pretty nasty.”
    She lowered the sandwich. “If you don’t mind my asking, what’s wrong