Trouble in Big Timber: A Montana Western Mystery
By B.J. Daniels
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He’s back at Cardwell Ranch
to find a killer.
Ford Cardwell is shocked when his college crush calls him out of the blue—even more so when he hears a gunshot. But when he joins forces with medical examiner Henrietta “Hitch” Rogers, she makes him wonder if the random call was a setup—not a murder. Together, they’ll need to discover the truth, but looking into the case will put them in the sights of a killer.
From Harlequin Intrigue: Seek thrills. Solve crimes. Justice served.
For more action-packed stories, check out the other books in the Cardwell Ranch: Montana Legacy series by B.J. Daniels:
Book 1: Steel Resolve
Book 2: Iron Will
Book 3: Ambush before Sunrise
Book 4: Double Action Deputy
Book 5: Trouble in Big Timber
B.J. Daniels
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author B.J. Daniels lives in Montana with her husband, Parker, and two springer spaniels. When not writing, she quilts, boats and always has a book or two to read. Contact her at www.bjdaniels.com, on Facebook at B.J. Daniels or through her reader group the B.J. Daniels' Big Sky Darlings, and on twitter at bjdanielsauthor.
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Trouble in Big Timber - B.J. Daniels
Chapter One
The narrow mountain road ended at the edge of a rock cliff. It wasn’t as if Ford Cardwell had forgotten that. No, when he saw where he was, he knew it was why he’d taken this road and why he was going so fast as he approached the sheer vertical drop to the rocks far below. It would have been so easy to keep going, to put everything behind him, to no longer feel pain.
Pine trees blurred past as the pickup roared down the dirt road to the nothingness ahead. All he could see were sky and more mountains off in the distance. Welcome back to Montana. He’d thought coming home would help. He’d thought he could forget everything and go back to being the man he’d been.
His heart thundered as he saw the end of the road coming up quickly. Too quickly. It was now or never.
The words sounded in his ears, his own when he was young. He saw himself standing in the barn loft looking out at the long drop to the pile of hay below. Jump or not jump. It was now or never.
He was within yards of the cliff when his cell phone rang. He slammed on his brakes. An impulsive reaction to the ringing in his pocket? Or an instinctive desire to go on living?
The pickup slid to a dust-boiling stop, his front tires just inches from the end of the road. Heart in his throat, he looked out at the plunging drop in front of him.
His heart pounded harder. Just a few more moments—a few more inches—and he wouldn’t have been able to stop in time.
His phone rang again. A sign? Or just a coincidence? He put the pickup in Reverse a little too hard and hit the gas pedal. The front tires were so close to the edge that for a moment he thought the tires wouldn’t have purchase. Fishtailing backward, the truck spun away from the precipice.
Ford shifted into Park and, hands shaking, pulled out his still-ringing phone. As he did, he had a stray thought. How rare it used to be to get cell phone coverage here in the Gallatin Canyon, of all places. Only a few years ago the call wouldn’t have gone through.
Without checking to see who was calling, he answered it, his hand shaking as he did. He’d come so close to going over the cliff. Until the call had saved him.
Hello?
He could hear noises in the background. Hello?
He let out a bitter chuckle. A robocall had saved him at the last moment? he thought.
But his laughter died as he heard a bloodcurdling scream coming from his phone. Hello?
he yelled. Who is this?
The scream was followed by a woman’s desperate pleas.
No, please, don’t hurt me anymore.
Another scream and the sound of breaking glass.
Hello?
He was yelling, frantic, having no idea who was on the other end of the call—just that she was in trouble. Had the woman meant to call 9ll? Maybe it was a pocket dial and she hadn’t meant to call anyone—let alone a stranger.
Tell me where you are!
he yelled into the phone, but his voice was drowned out by another scream, this one filled with pure terror—and pain. He knew both too well.
The sound of something hard hitting soft flesh was followed by a choking sound. Choking on blood? The woman was being attacked. By an intruder? Or someone she knew? He’d never felt more helpless as he listened to more breaking glass and the woman’s screams.
No! Please, Humphrey, you’re going to kill me! Please. Stay back. Don’t make me...
The gunshot sounded deafening—even on the phone. Then there was no sound at all coming from his cell.
Ford stared down at the phone in his hand, shock shuddering through him. The woman on the other end of the line had called the man Humphrey. His already pounding heart thumped against his ribs, making his chest ache. It couldn’t be. He stared at the name that had come up on his phone. No. He tried to call the number back. It went straight to voice mail. Someone must have found the phone and shut it off. Or declined the call.
His heart was pounding. For a moment, he was too stunned to move, almost to breathe, at what he’d just heard, what he’d been unable to stop. Rachel. The call was from his former college roommate’s wife, Rachel Westlake—now Mrs. Humphrey Collinwood.
He’d only recently added her number to his contact list after she’d sent him a friend request on social media and they’d exchanged cell phone numbers.
His pulse pounded so loud that he couldn’t hear himself think. Fumbling in his fear and panic, he hit 911. It couldn’t be true. He knew Humphrey. They’d been roommates most of their time in college. His former friend wouldn’t hurt anyone. Humphrey idolized Rachel. But from what he’d heard on the call...
Outside the pickup, the wind howled in the pines. A gust blew dirt over the cliff and into the abyss, reminding him how close he’d come to making that same descent. The only thing that had stopped him was the phone call. Or would he have hit the brakes on his own? He would never know.
The 911 operator came on the line. What is the nature of your emergency?
I think I just heard someone being attacked and possibly killed on what I suspect was a pocket dial.
His voice broke. Her name is Rachel Westlake. Sorry, it’s Collinwood now.
He listened as the dispatcher asked him a question. No, I don’t know where she lives exactly. A ranch north of Big Timber. That’s all I know. We only recently reconnected. That’s how she had my number. Please, you have to find her. She might still be...alive.
Chapter Two
Dana Cardwell Savage looked out her kitchen window at the row of black clouds gathering over the mountains. She’d awakened this morning with one of her bad
feelings. Her husband, Hud, used to joke about them. He still didn’t necessarily believe in her foreboding sixth sense.
But over their many years together, he’d learned to acknowledge her premonitions with caution, if not take them seriously. Unfortunately, she never knew what was coming—just that something was.
At the sound of a vehicle pulling up in front of the main house on Cardwell Ranch, she squinted into the morning sun to see her cousin Jackson climb out. From the worry etched in his handsome face, she knew even before she opened her front door—someone was in trouble. She ushered him into the kitchen, a place where everyone knew they could get a mug of hot coffee and a kind word—if not advice. Good listener that she was, Dana dispensed it all—and usually with some warm homemade cookies fresh from the oven.
Jackson brushed a lock of hair back from his forehead as he took a seat at her kitchen table. It was large and marred like the floor under it from years of cowboys pulling up a chair and resting their boots under it and their arms on it.
She noticed her cousin’s salt-and-pepper hair and felt a shock at how much they had all aged. She didn’t feel her age most days. It was only when she looked in the mirror or thought about everything that had happened over the years, the good and the bad.
As she poured her cousin a mug of coffee, she could tell that something was bothering him. She hadn’t seen him for a while, but knew that her cousin’s barbecue restaurant with his brothers was doing well, so that wasn’t the problem.
Ford’s back,
Jackson said as he took the mug from her.
Dana brightened as she joined him at the table. She remembered the first time she’d seen the boy when he was about five and Jackson had brought him to the ranch. Such a sweet child. She said as much to his father.
We’ll have to have a party,
she said, a part of her brain already making plans. She did love getting all the family together here on the ranch. When Jackson didn’t respond, she looked at him closer.
He was holding the mug in his large hands, staring down at the steaming brew in a way that made her heart drop. What’s wrong?
Ford’s not the same,
Jackson said after a moment. The war, losing his men in the plane crash...
He looked up and she saw fear in his eyes. I’m worried about him.
She’d heard that Ford had gotten a Purple Heart for his bravery and that he’d saved most of his crew when his plane had crashed. He wasn’t injured, I heard.
Not physically. But a lot of his crew died. He can’t seem to get past it. Why did he survive and not so many others? It’s his mental attitude that worries me. He seems...lost. He has a degree in engineering, but doesn’t seem interested in pursuing anything. I told him we can find a place for him in the barbecue business...
You know he’s welcome here on the ranch,
Dana said quickly. In fact, we could really use him. Please tell him that.
Jackson nodded. As much as he loves the ranch and working here in the past, I doubt even that would help right now.
Is it PTSD?
she asked.
He shrugged. Probably. He’s been getting help. I just think being over there in that war took the life out of him. He saw too much death, too much pain, just too much.
His voice broke and he took a sip of coffee. I just got a call from him. He’s on his way to Big Timber. Seems this woman he knew in college...
He looked up at her. I shouldn’t bother you with this.
You know I’m here in any way I can help. Ford’s family. Why are you worried about this woman?
Ford was in love with her. She married his best friend. It wasn’t anything he told me, but I have a feeling that this woman did a number on him years ago,
Jackson said. Her coming back into his life right now...
She called him for help?
Her cousin scoffed. It’s much worse than that. She was in a domestic dispute with her husband apparently. For all Ford knows, she might even be dead.
AFTER CALLING 911 and relating what he’d heard, Ford had called his father. He’d given him the abbreviated version of what had happened as he’d driven out of the mountains. He left out the dumbass thing he’d almost done. Just hearing his father’s voice was a reminder of the pain he would have caused if he hadn’t stopped. He felt embarrassed and guilty.
I’m on my way to Big Timber now. All I know is that she lives north of town on a ranch. I’ll call you when I know something more.
Now he concentrated on the highway in front of him. He was down the east side of the Bozeman Pass when he got a call from the Sweet Grass County sheriff, Charley Cortland.
You the one who placed the 911 call?
the sheriff asked. His voice was gruff and he sounded like an older man.
Ford explained what had happened—and what he’d heard. Did you find her? Is she...?
He couldn’t bring himself to ask what had happened, fearing she may be dead.
She’s alive. Your call got us to her in time.
The sheriff said he’d gone out to her ranch himself and gotten her to the hospital.
He breathed a sigh of relief. On the drive he’d kept remembering a young Rachel in a yellow sundress, her head tilted back, laughing at him and Humphrey. She’d been so beautiful. In his memory, she and Humphrey had looked so happy and so much in love. So what had happened over the past fifteen years to change that?
How do you know Mrs. Collinwood?
the sheriff asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.
We were friends back in college. Her husband was my roommate all four years. I was best man at their wedding.
I see,
the sheriff said. You said you’re on your way here? I’m going to need a statement from you. I’m at the scene, but will be returning to my office soon. One question. Why did she call you instead of 911?
Ford explained what he suspected had been a pocket dial and how he’d only recently gotten her number and vice versa. Can you tell me if Humphrey...? Is he...?
I’m afraid that’s all the information I can give you now. We’ll talk at my office. How soon did you say you would be arriving in town?
the sheriff asked.
Ford explained that he was driving from Big Sky, but was now only about an hour away, then disconnected.
Rachel was alive. But how badly injured? As far as he knew, there was only one hospital in Big Timber. Unless she’d been flown to Billings. But that would mean that her injuries were too critical to be taken care of at the local hospital. He knew he had to see for himself that she was all right—and that what he’d heard on the phone had really happened. It felt surreal. He knew Humphrey. They’d been like brothers. And Rachel... He shook his head, not wanting to admit even now the crush he’d had on his best friend’s girl.
He passed Livingston, the Crazy Mountains growing closer and closer as he drove. With the speed limit being eighty, he was making good time. The thought of seeing Rachel had him both anxious and excited. He’d hated the way they’d left things for the past fifteen years.
The truth was, he’d never expected to hear from her again after her wedding to Humphrey. After what had happened, the three of them had gone their separate ways. Humphrey had reached out a few times, but Ford hadn’t responded. Now he felt sick about that. If Humphrey was gone, he’d never get to make amends.
Then there was Rachel, the woman he’d compared other women to for all these years. Strange how fate worked, he thought now as a chill moved through him. If Rachel hadn’t pocket dialed him when she did...she might not have gotten help in time. And Ford...well, he might be at the bottom of a cliff right now.
Chapter Three
I know who you are,
the sheriff said after the medical examiner introduced herself at the crime scene. He hoisted up his tan uniform pants over his protruding belly and rocked back on his boot heels. I’ve heard stories about you. You go by Hitch, right? Well, we don’t really need your help. George here can handle it just fine.
State medical examiner Henrietta Hitch
Roberts smiled at the sheriff and the elderly man standing next to him in the entryway of the Collinwood home. I’m sorry, Sheriff, but the governor himself asked me to handle this one personally. I believe if you check your emails, you’ll find one from him.
Is that so?
Sheriff Charley Cortland tucked his thumbs into the pockets of his pants and narrowed his blue gaze at her. A large fiftysomething man with a robust laugh and a belly to match, Charley had been the law for years. He liked to say to anyone who would listen that he’d seen it all. George here is our local coroner and I’ve already assessed the situation. The wife was getting the hell beaten out of her. She grabbed a gun and shot her husband before he could kill her. It’s cut-and-dried self-defense, the way I see it. Shot him right in the face.
Does seem that way at a glance,
Hitch said. She’d dealt with her share of rural law enforcement and already heard about Charley Cortland. As state medical examiner, she was brought into those areas that lacked access to more than a local coroner. On this one, she was lead investigator. My job is to try to find out what really happened here, if at all possible.
She’d already called the Department of Criminal Investigation. By now they would have arrived at the Big Timber hospital and taken photos of the wife’s injuries. They would have also collected the clothing she’d been wearing, checked under her fingernails and run gunpowder residue tests on her hands and wrists, as well as getting blood samples to see if she had been under the influence of alcohol or drugs at the time of the shooting—as Hitch had requested. They would have also gotten a video statement from her—if she was able—of what led up to the altercation and subsequent death of the husband.
"We already know what really happened, the sheriff snapped.
Got proof. She called someone during the fight and he heard the whole thing. I just got off the phone with him. He’s on his way to give me a statement that will back up what I just told you. She listened to the sheriff describe what the caller had related to him.
So she definitely thought he was going to kill her if she hadn’t shot him." He had a so-there smug look on his ruddy face.
She pulled out her notebook. What is the name of the man she called?
Ford Cardwell. She married his best friend. He was in the wedding party.
Hitch looked up at him. He told you that?
He did.
I’ll need to talk to him, as well as see the video statement you take from him,
she said, pocketing her notebook and pen. Also, did you document what you saw at the scene on your arrival?
I called an ambulance and got the poor woman to the hospital, if that’s what you’re asking,
the sheriff snapped.
No, I’m asking if you documented the scene.
Law enforcement was trained to document everything, including the time of arrival, the location and condition of the body, and determining the identity of the person involved. Did you observe any vehicles leaving the area?
The sheriff looked put out. No. There was just the two of them. Look here, young lady. You’re trying to make more out of this than what it is.
I’m trying to get to the truth,
she corrected him. And you can call me Hitch. Did you observe anything at the scene that seemed out of place?
He laughed. Practically anything breakable in the kitchen, I’d say.
The coroner he called George laughed with him. "If you just look in the kitchen, you can observe for yourself that they had one hell of a fight, with her pleading for him not to kill her."
Hitch could see that she wasn’t getting anywhere with the sheriff. He hadn’t documented anything and had, in his mind, already solved the case. She glanced past the large living area to the kitchen. Even from here, she could see all the broken pottery and glass on the floor, along with blood and other matter from the body still lying in the middle of it.
Someone was angry and took it out on the decor, that’s for sure,
she said. She’d seen this kind of fury before. It often ended in bloodshed.
Looks like the damned fool had it coming to him,
Charley said. The wife’s in the hospital. Beat the hell out of her.
He shook his head. Got to wonder what the two had to fight about, though. Look at this place. Can’t even imagine living on a spread this large, let alone in a house like this.
Guess it proves money can’t buy happiness,
Hitch said distractedly as she noticed where the sheriff and the coroner had walked through her crime scene. DCI should be here soon to process the scene. We’ll know more after that.
Seems pretty obvious what happened here,
the sheriff was saying. Self-defense, plain and simple. Can’t see why the state crime department had to get involved.
He motioned to the body in the other room. No judge would put her in prison for killing the bastard after what he did to her.
It certainly appeared to be a case of self-defense, but she preferred to wait until all the evidence was in. She said as much to the sheriff again. So if you don’t mind letting me do my job, Sheriff, I’d appreciate it if you would secure the crime scene and make sure no one else tromps through.
The sheriff said something under his breath that Hitch was glad she couldn’t hear.
Why don’t we step outside, George, and leave the lady to her...work,
the sheriff said.
"It’s Hitch. Or Dr. Roberts. And, George, I won’t need your coroner van to transport the body to the morgue. The DCI unit will take