Dakota knew. He didn’t say anything, but he would never spare her a questioning or knowing glance. And in this case, he just knew. The official story was a lie. Lu and Ru getting away from their owner when she took them along on an unscheduled patrol? Them, despite an obvious awkwardness in basic walking, having no difficulty jumping a recently damaged part of the fence? Her, knowing the risks, leaving the town without telling anyone in order to look for her precious horse?
He knew the tall tale was a hastily constructed work of fiction. But he didn’t call her out on it, publicly or in private. Ken would certainly tell him the truth if he asked, and yet, he made no effort to do so. He didn’t even comment except to say that it was a shame she lost something she cared about.
Maybe this was
