I run a hand over my face. “To stay?” Goody takes a sharp, short breath through her nose. “I asked her that when she called this morning, but she just said she wanted to ‘get a lay of the land.’ I don’t know for sure if that means she’s staying, but considering what’s at stake…yes, I’m guessing she’ll be at the ranch for a while.” I grit my teeth, biting down so hard my back molars light up with a flash of pain. “What the hell are we gonna do with her?” “I reckon we’ll figure it out. She owns the place, so…”
