Tricksy flopped herself down on the sofa in the guest house. She stared at nothing in the silence. The silence grew so loud she couldn"t bear it.
There wasn"t a television set in the place. The Matthews had never been fans of that style of entertainment. They"d always insisted there was too much to do outside on a working ranch than to sit on one"s backside and watch others do their business.
Tricksy switched on the old-fashioned radio on the counter. Every station played a love song. An old somebody-done-somebody-else-wrong love song. A new somebody-done-somebody-else-wrong love song. And even one I-love-me-some-him love song. After hearing that last one, she didn"t change the station. She switched the device off and flopped back down on the couch, resuming staring at nothing in the sil
