Girl Gone Missing (Cash Blackbear, #2)

by Marcie R. Rendon

“These folks talk a different language. Dress different. Sit inside brick buildings all day and think of fancy ways to string words together instead of just saying things plain out.

He was looking at her the way she had seen farmers look at livestock—curious, interested, assessing the livestock’s temperament, determining how easy they could be led into the chute that got them on the truck to take to the slaughter market.

He might not be real but his stuff was.

“When you grow up on this prairie where you can see into yesterday and tomorrow depending on which direction you look, all them buildings and cars in the city can make you damn sick.