Missy left Steeple Ridge right after she called Paul Fletcher and scheduled his favorite six stalls starting on October first. She’d had it on the calendar to call him on September first, and she’d apologized profusely for not contacting him sooner.
He’d assured her over and over that it was fine. He was simply going to be out of town for most of September and wanted to make sure he had housing for his horses for the winter, as usual. When she’d asked if he needed boarding while he was gone in September, he’d said that he was taking the horses with him to Colorado, to his family’s cabin there.
Everything had been fine. Nothing was lost. Missy should go apologize to Tucker for her cruel words, but she didn’t have the energy or courage. So lunchtime found her on the road to Burlington, whe
