the air. They made her feel as though she had come home. For the past ten years, since her marriage to Clay, she had spent all of her time other places—many other places—while her husband pursued his fighter-pilot career in the Navy. With his death the year before, everything had changed…and yet it hadn’t. She wasn’t sure what she should do with her life.
“Mom! Joshua! Come have a look. She’s feeding.” At the other end of the barn Sean danced in front of a stall with the biggest grin on his face. As they neared, he darted inside.
“I can see your son loves the farm,” Joshua said with a laugh.
“Definitely.” Darcy went into the stall with Joshua following, pushing away the guilty feeling she suddenly experienced. But it still niggled. She hadn’t wanted to come home; she hadn’t brought her son to see his grandfather until now.
“See. Isn’t she neat?” Sean pointed to the foal nursing. “She lets me touch her. She almost fell once but she didn’t.”
Darcy inspected the foal who was all legs and still wobbly. The chestnut-colored coat reminded Darcy of the foal’s mother. She hoped she was as good a jumper as her mother. Despite the fire, seeing the filly caused Darcy’s hopes to rise. Life continued even amid problems.
“Grandpa said I could name her.” Sean continued to stroke the foal.
“Have you come up with one yet?” Darcy asked, remembering the first time her father had let her name a horse—a lifetime ago. So much had happened to her in the last twenty-four years, and yet her relationship with her father was the same—strained, at best.
“I was thinking of Big Red, but that sounds like a boy. What do you think, Joshua?”
Joshua cocked his head and thought for a moment. “You’re probably right. The correct name will come to you. After spending some time with her, I’m sure you’ll come up with something that fits. Naming something is important.”
Sean straightened, his shoulders thrown back, his big grin spreading even more. “I think so. I can’t just give her any ol’ name. Something real special.” He peered around Joshua. “Where’s Arnold? I was hoping to see him again.”
“He’s at home. He worked hard today so I gave him a treat and he’s resting up. I’ll bring him back some other time.”
“I never met a fire dog before.”
“There aren’t a lot of them around.”
“How did you come up with the name Arnold?”
“My first fire captain was named Arnold. He showed me the ropes. I wanted to honor him so I named Arnold after him.”
Sean placed his forefinger on his chin. “Hmm. That’s a thought.”
“Well, young man, right now you need to get up to the house and wash up before dinner. You know how Lizzy is about clean hands.”
“But, Mom, you and Joshua just got here.”
“Joshua’s coming to dinner, so you can talk to him at the table. That is, if you pass Lizzy’s inspection.”
“I will.” He raced from the stall.
Joshua chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve ever been used as a bribe to get someone to wash up.”
“As a parent you learn to use any trick you can.”
“I’m flattered.”
“My son was quite taken with you and Arnold.”
His smile reached deep into his blue eyes. “Maybe I can bring Arnold out here one day.”
“You’ll make my son’s day.” Darcy left the stall, and after closing its door, led the way into the barn to check each of the newly arrived mares to make sure they were settled. Joshua’s quiet study of her heightened her awareness of him.
Outside, a line of oaks and maples hid the sun, dusk beginning to settle over the yard. “What made you become an arson investigator?” she asked, relishing the breeze caressing her face, cooling her cheeks.
“I decided it was the best of both worlds.”
“What worlds?”
“When I was growing up, I would fluctuate between wanting to be a firefighter and a police officer. I fight fires, but I also investigate any that are suspicious in nature.”
“Do you have many in Sweetwater?” Darcy thought of her hometown and the people she knew and couldn’t imagine too many arsonists in the bunch.
“No, not usually, but with Arnold I cover more than just this area of Kentucky.”
“But now there’s a chance you have a serial arsonist in Sweetwater?”
Joshua paused at the gate to the paddock. Rolling his shoulders, he rubbed the back of his neck, apparently trying to massage a stiffness. “It’s looking like that. If these fires continue, someone is going to die. I have to stop the person before that.”
“You think it’s one person?”
“Most likely. That’s how arsonists work usually.”
Darcy again stopped and greeted Bluebell before continuing across the pasture toward the main house. “Do you usually catch an arsonist?”
“Arson cases are difficult to prosecute.”
She quaked at the thought that the person responsible for setting three barn fires so far would go unpunished. A mare died last night, but that could have been a person trapped in the barn. She could have been trapped in the barn if Jake hadn’t insisted she get out before she had a chance to save the last mare. That she wasn’t able to help the horse plagued her, making it doubly important that they discover who set the fire. “Then your job is quite a challenge,” she murmured, hoping this case was an exception.
“Especially when we have random fires with no apparent reason. It’s one thing when someone burns down a building to collect the insurance money or for some other financial reason. Usually we can catch that person. But with no connection between the fires, it’s hard to know what’s motivating the arsonist.”
“Didn’t you say some people burn buildings just to watch them burn?”
“Yes, but I don’t think that’s what’s happening here.”
Darcy mounted the steps to the veranda. “Why?”
Joshua frowned, looking back toward the place where the burned rumble of the barn lay in a large mound. “Call it a hunch. Just a feeling I can’t shake. Something’s driving this person—something to do with farms, barns, horses.”
“That doesn’t narrow down too many people in and around Sweetwater, with this being in the middle of the Bluegrass area of Kentucky.”
“I know. I have my work cut out for me.” Joshua held the front door open for Darcy. “But from what I understand, running a farm isn’t an easy task. I’d say you have your work cut out for you,
