Chapter 33Cory
They drove back to the ranch in silence. Cory mutely focused on the road while Evelyn stared out of the passenger window. Cory parked and Evelyn scrambled out after wrestling with the door for a second. She ran in and Cory knew where she’d be. In her room, with the door closed, possibly even locked. Unable to face the long evening alone in the living room, Cory hesitated on the concrete steps. Sandra’s car was gone already. Her mom’s was in its usual spot. The horses saw her and stood by the gate. Apache, her little Missouri Foxtrotter, stretched his long neck across and nickered softly.
“No, it’s not dinner time yet, you goof.”
Still, she went over to them. Cheyenne had sweat marks on her back from where Amelia had worked her earlier. As usual, the sorrel mare jostled fo
