Cleaning was really Sandi’s job, but Charlie knew she wasn’t fit company for horse or human. She figured she’d better keep busy or she’d start screaming and throwing things. She didn’t know what had happened between Nate and Sandi, but whatever it was, it had gone Sandi’s way. And that had to be bad news. She took a deep breath and headed for the corral. Class had apparently started for the day. Doris was up on her buckskin, trotting figure eights while Nate tossed out instructions and the rest of the class watched. Taylor and Phaedra stood side by side. Spotting her, Taylor whispered something in Phaedra’s ear, then strolled over. His interactions with his daughter had grown easy, natural. The guy was turning into a real father. And Phaedra had suddenly turned back into… Phaedra. She was decked out in full Goth regalia, with pale makeup accentuating the dark rims around her eyes. “Looks like the Cowgirl of Death has been resurrected,”
