Jack growled low. “Do what?” He slid his weapon back into his holster.
“Convince my brother to send for me?” Her olive green eyes lit with the fire of her temper. Tendrils of her honey-colored hair fell loose around her face.
“Lady, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you should come back when you’ve composed yourself.”
“Calm down?” She crossed the room and slammed both palms flat on his desk. “Would you be calm if your brother was missing and your only clue was a letter with a train ticket and a marriage proposition?”
“Missing?” He leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on his desk. “Who did you say was missing?”
“My brother. Calvin.”
“Your brother probably ran off with a woman. If he doesn’t return in a few days, come on back here and maybe I can help.”
“He went missing from Philadelphia. The train ticket he left for me brought me here. So, where is he?”
“How do you know he didn’t run off?”
“He would not have made arrangements for me to marry some sheriff in Podunk.”
“Our town’s name is Cimarron. Not Podunk.” He grinned. “It’s not unusual for a man to want a little alone time.” Jack adjusted his hat to once again cover his eyes and tried to get comfortable again. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get some rest?”
“My brother is missing, and I need your help to find him.”
“You’re not going to get it. At least not for the next few days. I have other obligations.”
“Like sleeping the day away like a lazy dog?”
“Not that it’s any of your business,” he sat up straight, “but for your information, lady, I haven’t been home in forty-eight hours. I had a run-in with some miscreants. They’re sitting in cells over there.” He pointed. “Would you care to join them?” Shoving his hat back on his head, he stood.
“I care not what the past two days brought you. Your prior obligations are none of my concern, but my brother’s disappearance is my business and I expect you to drop everything, including your nap, to look for him.” She slammed the note her brother had sent her onto the desk, and turned on her heel to walk out.
He spoke to her back. “Lady, you’ve gone mad.”
“I have a name,” she called over her shoulder.
“Care to share?”
She turned around. “Grace Belle.”
“Miss Belle, why don’t you go on home?”
“My home is in Philadelphia, and I will not return until Calvin is located.” She crossed to the door and let it slam behind her.