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Owen groaned and rolled over in the bed. Maybe he should sleep on the floor. Laying next to Jenny in the dark was driving him insane. The bed wasn‘t that big, and the fact that Jeremy was asleep in the small bed next to them wasn‘t that much of a deterrent. At least, it wasn‘t as much of a deterrent as it should have been.

He closed his eyes and tried to focus on what he needed to do. Really, he had some serious problems coming up. If Irving had been a fisherman, there wouldn‘t be anything to worry about. But Irving wasn‘t a fisherman. He was a deputy. And apparently, a good one. In fact, from reading Irving‘s note, Owen could tell that the man took his job seriously.

Owen tried to imagine doing the things that deputies did...whatever those things might be. Chasing the outlaws, naturally, was one of them. He never thought that he‘d be one of those outlaws. Seeing his face on a Wanted poster had been a chilling experience. Killing Mitch had been as well, but that wasn