“You’d be amazed at how few people really will, even if they agree at first. Especially if the perp has connections.”
“The world is a sad place.”
He looked at her. “You have no idea how sad.” He smiled at her. “Do they have any passable restaurants around here? If so, you and I could eat out tonight.”
“I can’t leave Teddie alone,” she said, surprised.
“She’s what, ten? She’s old enough to stay by herself. You can just lock the doors,” he said easily.
“Ron, it’s very evident that you’ve never had a child,” she said sadly. “It doesn’t work like that. A child of ten doesn’t have the judgment she’d need to handle an emergency.”
“Bull. We had a five-year-old boy call nine-one-one after a shooting. He was a material witness in a murder case.”
“This isn’t the city. There are all sorts of dangers out here, including wolves.”
“Wolves are sweet creatures.” He sighed, smiling. “There’s a wildlife center close to where I live. They have two wolves. I love to go and pet them.”
She gave him a long look. “Have you ever seen a wolf in the wild?” she asked.
He smiled vacantly. “What does that have to do with it?”
She was about to explain, in rather biting terms, when she heard voices. Parker and Teddie came in the front door and stopped at the dining room entrance.
Ron stood up. “Ron Woodley,” he introduced himself.
“Parker,” came the droll reply, followed by a firm handshake.
“Parker what?” Ron asked.
Parker just smiled.
“Nobody knows that,” Teddie said, smiling up at her tall companion. “He says it’s a secret.”
“You’re Indian, aren’t you?” Ron asked lazily.
Parker cocked his head. “Crow, actually. Or Absaroka, if you want the proper term.”
“I thought Crows came from Montana.”
“Mostly we do. I grew up there, on the rez, near Hardin.”
“Reservations.” Ron shook his head as he sat back down next to Katy. “It’s sad that we have such a high civilization in the world, but we still have people living in abject poverty on reservations under government programs.”
“Yes. Amazing that such a high civilization put us there in the first place, isn’t it?” Parker asked. His voice was pleasant, but his dark eyes were saying something quite different.
Ron noted that the man was quite muscular and that he didn’t back down from criticism. In fact, he looked rather dangerous. He cleared his throat. “Yes, isn’t it?” he said, avoiding a confrontation.
Parker raised an eyebrow. “You practice law in Maryland, I believe?”
“Yes. Mostly in the Capitol,” Ron replied. “You break horses, I hear.”
“Most of the time,” he agreed.
“He’s teaching me how to ride,” Teddie said.
“You couldn’t do that?” he asked Katy.
“I don’t have the time, and I’m too impatient,” Katy replied. “Besides, Parker knows more about horses than I do. I’ve forgotten a lot over the years.”