Chapter 133

By the time they finished going through the folder and Logan called Ric, their breakfast was just a faint memory.

"Let's stop in Overlook for lunch," Logan suggested as they pulled away from the ranch in a double cab pickup. "I'll have a better chance to pick up gossip there than in Kalispell."

"Whatever you suggest is fine with me."

The Big Horn Saloon seemed to be the gathering place in the town of less than nine hundred souls. A combination restaurant and bar, at lunchtime it was jammed wall-to-wall with people. But a man tall enough to tower over Logan and probably twice his girth, came out from behind the bar with a huge smile and enveloped Logan in a hug Rebecca was afraid would crack a few ribs.

"Logan Tanner," he said in a deep, gravelly voice. "Damn if you're not a sight to see after all this time. Finally decide to come back to where the real folks are?"