He was a born
maverick, but branded all the same!
“And Grant Conroy is your brother,” Luke said harshly.
Brandt nodded slowly, his eyes clouding.
“Yes, Grant is my brother. But that doesn’t mean anything now, Sheriff. Not after this murder.”
“You were talking with your brother the day before you left the Lazy K with the herd,” Luke said keenly. “That right?”
“I talked to him in Willcox,” said Brandt. “How did you know—?”
“You talked to him, knowin’ he’s wanted in New Mexico,” Luke plowed on. “Why didn’t you alert the law in Willcox?”
“Inform on my own brother, Sheriff?” Brandt asked acidly.
“Case of blood bein’ thicker than water, eh?”