it out, Phoeb. I didn’t break her. Down!”
Phoebe sat on the floor and laid her head on Sally’s thigh.
Sally stroked her silky head. “The physician’s assistant’s assistant. We girls look after each other, don’t we, Phoebe?”
“You can tell she’s never been parking.”
“It can be almost as much fun as skinny-dipping.” Sally smiled into the big, round eyes looking up at her from her lap.
“And almost as risky,” Hank said. But he still had his arm around her shoulders, and she loved the way it felt.
“I won’t hurt him either, Phoebe. I swear.”
* * *
Hoolie came out of the bunkhouse to meet them as soon as they parked his truck.
“You had a call from your favorite neighbor,” he told Sally. “Claims a loose horse caused him to run into the ditch. I drove all the way up to his place and back, didn’t see nothin'. No horse, no fence down, nothin'. Did you see anything?”
“We saw horses.” Hank tossed Hoolie his keys. “Nice ride.”
“They’re right where they’re supposed to be,” Sally said.
“Except the high one Damn Tootin’ rode in on. He said he reported the incident to the sheriff. You know what he’s tryin’ to do, don’t you?”
“Drive me to commit murder?”
“Build some kind of a case. You know how he loves to sue people.”
“Good. We’ll kick his ass in court. That might be more fun than murder.”
“Maybe he’s trying to wear you down.” Hoolie planted his hands on his indeterminate hips. “Keep you dancin’ till you drop.”
Sally sighed. “The trouble is he’s got friends in high places.”
“So do you,” Hoolie said. “Maybe not so much around here, but there’s high places all over the country, and they’re full of horse lovers.”
“Good point.” Sally glanced at Hank. “The trouble is, sometimes those high places are too far off. All politics is local.”
“A politician is your friend until he gets a better offer.”
“The trouble is we don’t have any more to offer.”
“I didn’t say more. I said better.” Hoolie folded his arms. “Don’t dance for him. You can put your energy to better use. Not to mention your considerable imagination.”
“Another good point.” She smiled. “Thank you for persisting in making it.”
“No trouble.” He stepped back. “I’ll say good night, then.”
Hank took his keys from his pocket, clicked the remote and whistled for Phoebe.
“Where are you going?” Instantly, Sally wished she could call back the question, or at least the anxious tone.
“Nowhere. Putting Phoebe to bed and getting my stuff.”
“You’re making her sleep in the pickup? Phoebe!” The dog perked her ears, but she stood her master’s ground. “Oh, Hank, she can come in the house with you.”
“You keep your dog in the house?” He sounded surprised. “We go by house rules.”
“Baby has her own corner in the bunkhouse. We have a cat in the house, but she doesn’t believe in dogs. She barely acknowledges people. I’ll bet Phoebe’s used to sleeping with you.”
“The Lakota don’t sleep with their dogs,” he said. “Phoebe sleeps wherever I put her bed. Where do you want her?”
“I didn’t mean to insult you. I just didn’t want you to think you had to—”
He challenged her with a hard look and a harder stance. “What’s the big damn deal about my sleeping arrangements?”
“It’s no big damn deal. You do what you want. I just want Phoebe to be comfortable.”
“Comfortable? Okay, she likes to sleep on the east side of the house near an outside door and an open window on a feather bed.”
“That can be arranged.” She spun away and tripped.
He caught her. “What’s wrong, Sally?”
“Defensive clumsiness. When I get rattled, I spaz out sometimes. Great way to ruin a dramatic gesture.” She glowered. “What’s your excuse?”
“Defensive gruffness.”
“That’s against house rules, but we’ll call it even since it sounded like good ol'-fashioned sarcasm to me. I can hardly fault anybody for that.” She signaled, “No penalty.”
“You sure you want me to bring her bed in the house?”
“I’m sure this dog gets every vaccination and preventive treatment on any vet’s list. So I want you to put her bed where the sun don’t shine—” she smiled “—in the afternoon.”
He hauled his duffel bag and Phoebe’s denim pillow into the house and settled the dog down. He wasn’t kidding about the outside door. Then he followed Sally through the living room, around the stairs, and down the hall, where they crossed paths with a calico cat, which scampered up the stairs.
“This is my room,” Sally said of the first door in the hall. “It’s also my office. Next is the main bath. I’ll work around your shower schedule.” She pushed the last door open and flipped the light on. “I’m putting you in this room because Zach and Annie have the upstairs. This used to be Grandma’s room, which is why everything’s purple. But now it’s a guest room. I think you’ll be comfortable. The trees shade the windows and keep it cool. There’s a half bath through there. Say the word if you need anything. Help yourself in the kitchen anytime, anything you want. There’s a TV in the den, just off the living room. And, um…” She looked up at him. “Thank you for doing this for us.”
“No trouble.”
“That I can’t guarantee. Sleep well.”
“You, too. I enjoyed the tour.”
She gave a little nod, a wistful smile. She didn’t quite know what to make of him, and he hadn’t quite decided what to do with her.
It was going to be an interesting three weeks.
Chapter Four
“Kevin’s back,” Hoolie announced as he came thumping in the back door. “Add one for supper. Any coffee left?”
“It’s cold, but you can nuke it. I’m brewing iced tea.”
Sally
