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Reno couldn’t help but to inhale a breath of air at the mention of her pack.

The cowboy did not doubt that Amalia had found a good home. She seemed happy and healthy, which were important matters. There wasn’t much more they could ask for, out there. Times changed with the seasons and luck was just as eager to follow. Knowing that there were others who could be relied on, there was nothing that could beat it.

It was the risk of ruining all those good things, he’d come to realize. Reno wasn’t the sort to drag his dirty laundry through the lives of others. He had not missed the whispers on the wind that the old gangs were gathering again. If he turned his tail and hid in the safety of a family pack, there was no telling what kind of disaster would come to those folks.

Oh, I don’t know about that. I’ll keep it in mind, miss Amalia. Just in case things don’t work out.

Reno nodded to her with a stiff smile. She shared her life and her home so easily. The cowboy couldn’t comprehend something that good in the world.

Alright, he remarked thoughtfully, drawing toward a few holes in the ground. Now, it’s best if ya keep some distance. Get yer eye on ‘em. Watch how they come outta those holes, an then when ya feel ya have it figured…

Reno smirked wryly to the girl.

Ya snatch em.