“Oh, he will be, Father,” Zach said. “He will be.”
“You’re sounding rather possessive about something that does not belong to you,” Nick observed.
“That can be remedied,” Zach said, with a wink at Harriet.
She was adjusting the bundle of carrots in her pocket and missed it.
Nick narrowed his eyes but followed Father Miguel out to the stable without pursuing the comment.
Grooms had already saddled Tesoro when they arrived, as well as their rented horses. Senhor Perez was speaking softly to Tesoro, stroking his neck. To let him have a private farewell with the horse he’d spent so much time training, Nick and the others went to the office. They made quick business of retrieving the ledger and purse and tucking them into Nick’s saddlebags.
More words of goodbye and thanks, and they heade
