She hadn't been there since her father had been murdered, and she didn't know why she had come today.She halted her mount and patted the mare's sleek black neck. Even though Noble had given her this mare, and she now despised him, she couldn't bring herself to part with Faro.Rachel heard footsteps, and she watched as Noble emerged from the trees and walked past the corrals. She knew instinctively that he was going to pay his respects to his dead father.She dismounted and moved forward, taking care to stay hidden from his view. From her vantage point behind a cedar bush, Rachel watched Noble kneel beside Don Reinaldo Vincente's grave. She could plainly see the pain on his face. She knew what he was feeling, because she'd suffered the same loss with her father's death. She wished she could find satisfaction in Noble's grief, but she could not. Even a cowardly murderer was allowed to mourn the death of his father. She was amazed to feel tears hovering just behind her eyes, burning and stinging.
