I don't know what Lisa or, for that matter, Susan said to convince him, but he ordered Al to give all the teams their money back and told everybody to go home. It was unprecedented. There would, I knew, be a lot of talk. Lisa came to collect me as Lonny was loading our horses up. After inquiring about Pistol and finding he was all right for the moment, she herded me into her pickup, apparently anxious to get me alone. "We have to stop by the big house first and talk to Dad," she said as soon as we were in the cab. "He's pretty upset." I could imagine. Lisa drove her truck, a plain white Ford just like Glen's-the Bennetts had never gone in for fancy trucks-up the ranch driveway. I stared out the window at the familiar view. Hilly pastures rolled away on each side of the board-fenced drive, which was lined with the vivid orange spikes of red-hot poker plants. The hills dropped away from us to the distant farmland of the Pajaro Valley, and beyond that, almost hidden in the heat haze of midday, lay the bay.
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