“Why don’t we go to Ortegas’s Saddle Shop? He usually has a pretty good selection. Anything else?”
“Well, this might take a little more time…but I want to pick up a catalog for the fall classes at the SAU branch campus. I guess I can talk to them another time, but I want to start taking some courses in counseling.”
“Counseling?” He looked at her sharply, as if he thought he’d misunderstood.
She nodded. “Yes, I’ve decided what I want to do, once this mess with Santiago is over. It came to me when the children came to the Gulch. I want to help troubled children, but I don’t think a degree in Middle English Literature provides the credentials I’ll need.”
He looked at her for a long moment, one eyebrow arched slightly in disbelief or surprise. “You sure about that?”
“Oh, yes! Absolutely.
