It was just what she needed—an old western saddle she’d won by bidding just forty-two dollars. Yes, the left stirrup was missing, but the saddle was large enough for an adult and had beautiful markings etched into the black leather.Ashley had priced used saddles at local tack shops and been quoted prices as high as five hundred dollars—far above her budget.This one was perfect. So was the worn old sawhorse she’d picked up at the lumber store. The manager had found it in a storage area and had been happy to get rid of it. He’d given it to her for nothing and suggested eBay for the saddle.On Tuesday morning, Ashley loaded both items into the back of her car. She left them there when she went in for her shift; the last thing she wanted was for Belinda to walk in on her as she hauled a saddle and sawhorse to Bert’s room. Better to wait until Belinda was busy with paperwork. If Ashley could manage to get the saddle into Bert’s room, she’d be home free. Belinda rarely went into Bert’s room.Ashley hated to think what would happen if Belinda did find out about her plan.
