“Is anybody going to believe your story if he chases you to Billings with his light flashing?” Jason asked.
Judging by the increasingly erratic behavior of the man behind them, Jason didn’t think it likely they would make it far.
It appeared she hadn’t heard his question. She muttered a curse and slammed the steering wheel.
“I don’t see a way out.”
“If you don’t pull over, what will he do?”
“Call his buddies. That won’t go well.” She glanced at Jason. “They’re deputy sheriffs, too.”
“They’ll take his side?”
“Why didn’t you move after the divorce?”
She shrugged. “This is my home. I kept the ranch after my parents died.”
“When was his last stunt like this?”
“A few weeks ago.”
“How long do you think he waited for you?”
“No clue. Probably a few hours.” She swallowed. “He’s probably had a beer or two. I don’t think I have a choice here. Sorry, Jason.”
She pulled over.
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