Father Miguel whistled and made kissing noises, and all three animals trotted over to the fence. He fished small apples out of pockets in his robe and gave one to each of the mules, then shooed them away. He stretched up to scratch the horse behind his ears and fed him an apple. “This is Tesoro Escondido,” he proudly announced. “That is his name. Tesoro.”
“What?” Hornsby shouted, his face and ears flushing red.
Nick let out a bark of laughter. “The hidden treasure Adam didn’t want me to have is an elderly horse named Hidden Treasure?” He turned in a circle, taking in the winery, the stables, and back to the horse and priest, and laughed harder, longer, his voice getting louder as he tipped his head back, laughing at the most amusing joke he’d ever heard.
“This?” Marlow demanded, practic
