Treacherous Trails. Dana Mentink

      “No. You could let the police handle it. Family friendship doesn’t go this far. Ray would understand.”

      “No, he wouldn’t.”

      She blew out a breath that ruffled her bangs. “You’ve nearly been run down. Isn’t that enough?”

      He fought to keep his tone level. “Have we cleared your name yet? Have we gotten back everything you’ve lost? Your work? Your reputation? Your freedom?”

      “No,” she said, voice breaking.

      “Then I guess you have your answer.”