"I suppose someone should check on Max Whatever His Last Name is," Anna said.
"Why?" Jed asked. "He isn't going anywhere."
"True. I just thought we might get him down here and find out who he works for. Who got onto us and how."
Lorena gave an unladylike snort. "You think he'd tell you? I'd bet he's former military and has withstood more than you can dish out to him."
"You haven't seen me at work," Gavin told her.
She actually burst out laughing. "Gavin, you're a fifty-five-year-old rancher who has never been in the military yourself. Wrestling bulls isn't the same thing."
"So, you don't think we should try to question him?"
"I don't think we'll get anything from him, but you're certainly welcome to try."
Gavin looked around the table. "What do you all think?"
Elizabeth, his wife, leaned forward. "I think I'd like to know where whoever planted them found someone who could be a double for the real Max Ferren."