Amanda was rocking frantically in the swing when Noah came back. "Let's go see if the lights will come back on."

"It's him. I saw him," she whispered.

Noah turned off the flashlight and sat beside her. "What?"

She pointed to a group of trees beyond the fence. "He was sneaking through those trees."

Rubbing his tired eyes, he looked in the direction she was pointing. "You saw someone? Are you sure?"

"It was Mr.--Mr. Ellinger."

"Your imagination is running wild," he slapped his knees and jerked the swing to a halt.

Shaken, she trailed him to the door and followed him inside. "It was him, Noah. I'm not imagining anything!"

Noah sighed and began flicking the light switches. "The lights aren't coming on. Has to be a power outage."

"Listen to me, Noah! I saw him."

"Maybe you did see someone. Probably a ranch hand," he squeezed her shoulders.

Her eyes darted over his face. She could feel rainwater dripping from his hat and onto her nose. "I know who I saw."

"Grab some things. You can stay at the ranch tonight," his voice was rough. "I'm gonna start up the truck."

"Why should I go with you? You don't believe me!"

"Don't make me throw you over my shoulder, Amanda. It'll be safer at the ranch, if there is someone roaming around out there."