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There was a lull on Sunday afternoon. Nothing was pressing for the funeral arrangements or the Festival. The ranch hands were either in town or relaxing around the barn and the bunkhouse. Matt hadn’t sought her out for answers or to give her any information about the multitude of duties he held, so Sam figured this could be her only opportunity for at least the next week.
She filled up her water bottle, grabbed an apple and a granola bar, then headed to the barn. The sun was just past its zenith, its intensity heating the earth and creating waves of heat that rose off the grass to increase the humidity, but shadows of the buildings and trees were lengthened by the calendar date. Her steps quickened and a half-smile lit her features as she took Sunny’s halter from the rack outside the t
