She watched him walk up from the barn after putting his horse and tack away. His footsteps were plodding, his head down and, for a moment, her heart went out to him. He’d been ashamed of himself since that episode with Flannigan McTavish. She’d watched the two of them fighting in the dirt like fools. It had been bittersweet, since now her son knew while she’d known all along. Maybe now her son would realize she’d been telling the truth about a lot of things. Not that she expected Buckmaster to come to his senses. What was it about men and the women they fell for? “No fish today?” she said, unable to keep the sarcasm out of her voice as her husband walked in. He didn’t answer as he stuck his head into the refrigerator and dug around, coming out with a beer. He opened it and drained half of the bottle before he stepped into the living room, where she was waiting. She wanted to demand to know what had happened.
