Billy leaned back, staring at the roaring flames as he sat alone on a chair in the middle of the Tunstall Ranch.

He’d rode back in only an hour ago, the rain was only a threat then.

But now, rain poured and beat against the windows, the wind roared and whistled through the house, but the unmistakeable sound of a door being opened was heard.

He wasn’t told by Mr. Tunstall anyone was coming.