76Becca followed Gaby through the mesquite grove to the forge. Sweat dotted her forehead.
“I hope you don't mind that we already moved your things.” Gaby pushed open the sliding barn door.
Walt stood by the life-sized metal stallion and ran his fingers over the creature's upper back, looking for tiny imperfections. He turned and smiled, though his usual jovial expression seemed forced. “The room isn't pretty, but it's clean.”
Becca stared at the horse, a black beast pawing at the air. “I'm sure it will be fine, though I hate to put you out.”
“No imposition at all. I haven't slept down here in a long time.” He smiled at Gaby.
Beau trotted through the open door and yipped.
Later, after Becca had settled herself in the small bedroom, which resembled a monk's cell in its simplicity—a sma
