90The next few days flew by. Becca spent most of her time at the easel in the forge that was becoming more and more like the home she'd always dreamed of. She and Walt had cleared a space in the corner next to the windows and designated it Becca's Studio.
Becca painted horses and birds and the river, even a spread of colorful river rocks. The constant activity and the creativity it required helped distract her from the big problem. He was still out there. Somewhere nearby. She knew what he said was true. He would never leave Arizona without her. She tried not to let the idea disturb her, and sometimes, by concentrating on her paintings, she was successful.
Becca mixed her colors—testing first a combination of orange and blue, then red and green. She went with the latter, then toned the h
