Blue had taken Mac to the homeschool group, which met on Tuesdays and Fridays. After that Blue was going to a bagpipe lesson and then picking Mac up again. No one would wonder where I was until midafternoon. I had plenty of time for some observation on the ridge. I did not question why I was so determined to do this. I already knew that Jeri, and no doubt Blue, would think it qualified as dumb. But yesterday had convinced me that I might, indeed, see some things that would provide useful information towards solving this mystery. And I was determined that it would be solved. I wanted to ride my yellow horse on many more pleasant trail rides. I did not want to be forever afraid to be out in the woods. I drove slowly up the logging road under gray skies, reflecting that I would, indeed, be afraid if I were riding my horse right now. The feeling that someone might be watching me, sighting a gun on me, was causing me to tense up, even in the truck. I would feel a thousand times more vulnerable on my horse.
What do You think about Barnstorming (Gail Mccarthy Mysteries)?
