The office was a mess. Lanterns were knocked over. The fabric on the chairs had been ripped. Desk drawers were open and their contents strewn around the room. A note was left on the senator’s desk.
“Your daughter owes me money, two thousand, one hundred and sixty seven dollars. I looked for it in your office. Obviously it is in a safe somewhere. She knows how to get it to me. If I don’t have it in twenty-four hours, I’ll collect it by other means. You won’t like it.”
There was no signature and Jeb Browning didn’t recognize the shaky, scratchy handwriting. He raked his hand through his hair and muttered a curse as he pulled the rope to get the manservant’s attention.
“Find Hank and get him in here pronto,” He gritted through his teeth.
“Yes, sir,” Sammy said. He looked around the room, shook his head, and wordlessly exited, headed toward the bunkhouse.
In less than three minutes Hank entered the office, looked at his boss and said, “You have a fight with someone?”
“Not yet. Where is my over-indulged daughter?”
“The last time I saw her she was headed out to the barn.”
“I’m paying you to keep tabs on her. Go find her and get her in here. Now.”
Hank hurriedly left the room, slamming the outer door behind him. He was tired of playing nursemaid to a young woman who needed nothing more than a trip behind the woodshed. He had be...