Chapter 23Fort Huachuca, Arizona
June 11, 2000
Emily settled behind the wheel of Carol’s little Ford. “If I’m not home by dark, get Tom to drive you down to the Esquivel ranch. You’ll need to retrieve your car, ‘cause that’ll mean Dorian’s idea worked and I’m back in 1889 again—or somewhere.”
Carol shook her head. From the expression on her face, she wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. “You’re certifiable, Em, but I love you anyway. Good luck.” She whirled to dash back into the house rather than watch Emily drive away.
This time, instead of going straight to Tombstone, Emily took a side road and ended up at the Esquivel ranch. She’d already talked to them, arranging the day before to rent a horse for the day. When she pulled into the ranch yard, a teenaged girl had the sorrel mare sad
