How far would you run to stay alive? Aimee Hamilton fled to the Piney Woods of Texas. But … was that far enough? When Tom Branigan shoved his cap up, Aimee saw his puckered brow and figured he was doing his best to stare her down. He reminded her of a bull, head down, ready to charge, with her being the red flag. Smiling, she hustled out of her truck, or at least she tried to hustle. The cantankerous door wouldn’t open without putting her full 110 pounds behind a good arm-shoulder slam to the door. When it flew open, she nearly fell out on the ground. More than likely, she’d have a good bruise on that arm come morning. In disbelief, he watched her as she righted herself and then headed in his direction. She noticed a slight curve of his lips before they went rigid again. Did the man ever smile? Come to think of it, she didn’t smile much either when she first arrived in Ben Wheeler, Texas.