"I gotta ask Angie something," she answered without pausing and slipped out the door.

"Never known her to venture outside after dark before." Fargo picked up the can next to his recliner and spit into it.

Tobe shrugged his indifference. "Must be something important."

"Luke's been out there long enough, ain't he?" Fargo murmured thoughtfully. "Wonder what they're talkin' about?"

A sly and knowing grin spread over Tobe's face. "You can bet they aren't discussin' the price of cattle."

Outside the trailer, Dulcie ventured beyond the light that spilled from its windows. Inky black shadows quickly closed around her. She fastened her gaze on the camper's white sides, gleaming like a beacon in a sea of darkness. Something scurried in the weeds, and she broke into a run, anxious to reach her destination.

When she reached the circle of light that enveloped the pickup camper, she slowed to a walk. The sound of Angie's voice drifted to her. Eager to talk to her, Dulcie quickened her steps as she rounded the back of the camper.

A moth, drawn to the lights, fluttered around her face. She paused to slap it away, then heard Luke's voice and hesitated, unsure whether she should interrupt.

". . . tomorrow to get everything organized and gather the necessary provisions together," he was saying. "We can set out the day after to hunt for your gold."

Gold. That single word shattered any lingering hesitation. Agog with the thought, Dulcie dashed to the camper door, mindless of the insects buzzing at its screen. She spotted Angie through the dark mesh, sitting at the table. She didn't bother to look for Luke.

"Are you really going to look for the gold?" she asked with a kind of breathless awe.

"Dulcie!" Angie's startled glance flew to her. Luke poked his head around the corner as Angie rose from the bench and approached the door. "What are you doing out there?"

"I came to see you." Without waiting for an invitation, she opened the screen door and clambered inside the camper. "Is it true? Are you really going to look for the gold?"

Angie darted a quick glance at Luke, then nodded calmly. "Yes, it's true. Now, what did you want to see me about?"

With her head spinning with thoughts of the gold, Dulcie had to stop and think. "My hair," she remembered. "If you're still here on Sunday, I wondered if you'd fix it like this again so everybody could see me."

"I'd be glad to do it." Her smile gave the answer all the earmarks of a promise.

Luke rose from the bench seat to stand behind Angie in the camper's narrow passageway. "Isn't it past your bedtime?" he challenged.

Guiltily Dulcie ducked her chin. "Only a little."

"That's what I thought." He leveled a look at Dulcie that all but pushed her out the door.

"We'll talk some more tomorrow," Angie assured her. "In the meantime, you'd better get ready for bed before you get in trouble."

"Okay," she mumbled in grudging agreement, her shoulders slumping in defeat. At a foot-dragging pace, she turned and headed out of the camper.

Moved by Dulcie's air of dejection, Angie watched until the towheaded girl disappeared into the shadows outside the camper.

"The cat's out of the bag now," Luke murmured somewhat grimly.

Angie guessed that he was referring to their plan to search for the outlaw gold. "It isn't something we could have kept secret for long, anyway."

"True."

Turning from the screen door, Angie unexpectedly found herself standing nose to chin with Luke. But it was the compelling male shape of his mouth that riveted her attention. The air was suddenly heavy with undercurrents rippling between them. She looked up and saw the darkening of similar awareness in his blue-gray eyes.

For a moment she was tempted to tilt her head and invite his kiss. But she knew it would forever change their relationship, taking it to a new level at a time that wouldn't be wise.

Breaking the contact, she stepped back and turned, then went through the motions of making sure the screen door was tightly latched behind Dulcie.

When she swung back around, she adopted a friendly but businesslike air. "What will I need to take with me?" she asked, then held up a hand before he could answer. "Wait. I might as well start a list." She slipped by him and resumed her seat on the bench, then retrieved the notebook and pen from his side of the table.

Roused by the sound of the front door opening, Tobe peered curiously at Dulcie. "You weren't gone very long. Couldn't you find Angie?"

"I found her," she replied a bit glumly. "She was in the camper talking with Luke."

"Talkin'. Is that all they were doin'?" He was oddly disappointed by her answer.

"Yeah." She wandered into the living room. "They're going to go look for the gold."

Her offhand announcement hung for a moment before the words actually registered. Fargo sat bolt upright in the armchair, nearly swallowing the wad of tobacco in his mouth.

"What'd you just say?" he demanded, doubting his hearing.

"They're gonna go look for the gold." Dulcie repeated her previous statement.

"How do you know that?" Tobe challenged. "Who told you?"

"I heard 'em talking about it, and when I asked if they were really gonna go, Angie said they were." She paused by the couch and drew little circles on the armrest. "Do you think they'd let me go with them, Tobe?"

"Don't be silly. You're only a kid." He dismissed that possibility without a thought, concentrating his attention on more important matters. "I could have sworn she said she didn't know where the gold was."

"She was feedin' us lies, that's what she was doin'." Fargo scooped his tobacco cup off the floor and spat into it.

"Angie doesn't lie," Dulcie declared indignantly.

"When money's involved, everybody lies, kid," Fargo told her, then waved her toward the bedroom. "It's time you were puttin' on your p'jamas and crawlin' into bed. Run along, now."

But Tobe was still anxious to get information from her. "They didn't happen to say where they'd be lookin' for that gold, did they?"

She shook her head. "But I heard Luke say something about needing visions. I got good eyes."

"Visions?" Tobe stared at her in utter bewilderment.

Fargo snorted in disgust. "Not visions. Provisions. Luke was talkin' about food and supplies." Then he added thoughtfully, "Sounds like they plan on campin' out. Wherever they're goin', it must be a long ride from here. Someplace a pickup can't get to." He sank back in the armchair, pondering the possibilities.

Doing some thinking of his own, Tobe gave Dulcie an absent push toward her room. "Get along to bed. I'll come in later to tuck you in," he promised from habit, but he didn't bother to notice when Dulcie trudged into the hallway leading to the rear bedrooms. "I'd sure like to know where they're goin'," he murmured wistfully and sat forward, drawing his feet up under him and resting his elbows on his knees.

"Humphh. We'll know that soon enough." Fargo pushed out of the worn, overstuffed armchair.

"How?" Tobe looked at him in amazement.

"Luke'll tell us." He observed the blank look of disbelief Tobe gave him. "You know as well as I do that Luke never takes off without sayin' where he can be found."

"Yeah, but he's goin' after the gold. This time he might keep it from us."

Fargo disagreed. "Nope. He knows the ways of this country, and he knows that wouldn't be smart. Gold's worthless if you're dead. And accidents happen, even to a careful man. He'll tell us when he comes in, mark my words," he declared, with a decisive nod.

"I hope you're right," Tobe murmured, then tried to figure out what good it would do him to know the vicinity of the search if he didn't know the location of the gold. He started to say something to Fargo but realized he had disappeared into the kitchen. Springing off the couch, Tobe hurried to join him, then frowned when he found him going through the cupboards.

"What are you doin'?"

"Checkin' to see what all we'll need. Looks like you'll be goin' to town tomorrow for supplies."

"How come I have to go?" he protested.

"Because I'll be helpin' Luke get all the rest of the gear together." Fargo pried off the lid to the ten-pound flour tin and peered inside, then muttered to himself, "Wonder how long he's figurin' to be gone."

The front door opened and Luke walked in. After throwing a verifying glance over his shoulder, Fargo pounded the lid back on the can.

"Good timing," he said when Luke joined them in the kitchen. "I was just wonderin' how long you planned on bein' out."

"Dulcie told you, did she?" Luke looked vaguely disgruntled.

"She said you were going after the gold. Is it true?" Tobe asked, half expecting to be told otherwise.

Luke's glance raked both of them before he answered, "It's true." He went to the cupboard and got down a glass and the fifth of Wild Turkey.

"Where?"

"Where what?" he asked, acting deliberately obtuse.

"Where will you look?" Tobe asked, impatient and half irritated.

"We'll start in Buell's Basin." Luke poured a double shot of whiskey into the glass, then crossed to the refrigerator for ice.

Fargo nodded in satisfaction. "I figured it had to be a remote section of the ranch you couldn't get to with a four-by-four."

"You did, did you?" He threw back a swallow of liquor.

"Where will you look after that?" Tobe waited for the answer with undisguised eagerness.

"I'm not sure. Angie has some ideas."

"Where'd she get them? Not from that letter, that's for sure," Tobe declared. "I read it, and so did Fargo. There wasn't anything in it," he stated, then hesitated. "Was there?"

"That's Angie's business. I'm just serving as a guide and outfitter."

"How long you plannin' on bein' out?" Fargo repeated his initial question.

"We'll only pack enough supplies for a week and come back in when we need more."

"Tobe'll have to go to town tomorrow to fill out what we'll need. What about the tents? Will we be packin' them along, too?"

"We?" Luke challenged.

"Of course, we," Fargo retorted huffily. "You're gonna need somebody to do the cookin' an' camp work." He paused, his eyes narrowing in accusation. "You weren't plannin' on her roughin' it the way you do, were you?"

Luke stared into his drink, then sighed. "No, you're right. I can't very well do that."

"You sure can't." With a smug smile, Fargo went back to checking through the supplies on hand.

"Fargo's goin' with you?" Tobe looked at the old man with a mixture of envy and dismay.

"That's what I just said, isn't it?"

"But . . . you can't leave me here to do all this work by myself," Tobe protested.

"You've always wanted a ranch of your own," Luke reminded him. "Now you'll have the responsibility of one."

"But you two are gonna be out lookin' for the gold." The chagrin he felt was written all over his face.

Chapter Eighteen.

"It isn't fair," Tobe mumbled to himself for the hundredth time as he hoisted the mug of foam-topped beer, then downed another big swallow from it.

"What's unfair?" Griff lifted the rack of clean glasses onto the back bar counter and curiously eyed the young cowboy's reflection in the mirror.

With the back of his hand, Tobe wiped the beer suds from his upper lip and remained slumped against the bar, staring morosely into his drink.

"It's unfair that I'm stuck with doin' all the cooking and the ranch work with only Dulcie for help. Some help she'll be," he grumbled. "I'll never get anything done if I have to drag her along everywhere I go. Good grief, she doesn't even know how to ride. Course, Luke says that's my fault. He says I shoulda taught her a long time ago, and now's the time to rectify it. You know what I say?"

"What?" Indifferent to Tobe's complaints, Griff went about placing the clean drink glasses on their respective shelves.

"I say if he's all fired hot about Dulcie learnin' to ride, he can take her along with him, throw her up on old Jackpot, and teach her himself," Tobe declared, then rethought the statement. "Or, better yet, he can take both of us with him and leave Fargo behind. I'll be a dang sight more useful to him than that one-armed old cowboy. I can cook as good as he does, and I've set up tents before, and as many times as I've scoured that area at roundup time, I know it every bit as well as Fargo does. Probably better. But does Luke listen to me? No." Tobe snorted in disgust and took another swig of beer, then wondered aloud, "Maybe I should try talkin' Angie into lettin' me come along."

Alerted by the name, Griff turned a sharpened glance on Tobe. "What's the Sommers gal got to do with it?"

"She's hired Luke to help her look for the gold. Why do you think I'm so upset about bein' left out of the hunt? It's the most excitin' thing that'll probably ever happen, and I'm supposed to stay at the ranch, milk the cow, and do all the chores and wet-nurse my sister like I was some snot-nosed kid too dumb to do anything else."

After the first sentence, Griff didn't hear a word of Tobe's tirade. "She knows where the gold is, then." It was exactly what he'd suspected all along.

"I don't know. Luke just said she had some ideas." Tobe was too wrapped up in his own misery to notice Griff's sudden interest in the conversation.

Seeking to disguise it, Griff took the last of the glasses from the rack and placed them one by one on the glass shelves. "Luke didn't happen to mention where their search was goin' to start, did he?"

"Buell's Basin."