Juniper’s pulse thudded in her ears. “How do you know that?” she demanded.
A fraction of hesitation. Enough to matter. “Small town,” he replied lightly, but the answer lacked weight.
Ranger barked once, sharp and decisive.
The man’s jaw flexed. “Look, kids, he needs help. My truck’s not far. I’ve got supplies.”
“We already called,” Juniper shot back. “They’re coming.”