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the doorway. “Come on in, Susie.” Melanie smiled at her. Susie stepped inside, her gaze sweeping the clean white walls and small galley kitchenette. “Wow, it’s nice in here. You even have a window.”

      “What a difference, huh?” She’d opened the blinds earlier, giving her a view of the west corral, which held a pair of abandoned roan geldings that had arrived yesterday. In the distance she could see the Rockies. “They finished last week.”

      “Shoot. I wanted to help you paint.”

      “You can still help me put up the volunteer board and feeding schedule. Some posters would be nice, too, don’t you think?”

      Susie nodded, already distracted by the two roans outside. She reminded Melanie of herself at that age, smaller than anyone else in her junior class, quiet, a bit on the shy side, always eager to please. Another similarity was Susie’s strong affection for animals. When Melanie had come up with the idea of having her students volunteer at Safe Haven, she hadn’t been surprised that Susie’s hand had shot up first.

      The other kids had shown enthusiasm—whether to get out of the classroom or because they genuinely wanted to help was anyone’s guess. But the project had progressed nicely to three afternoons a week and covered everything from lessons on money management to animal husbandry. Now the kids even received academic credits. Melanie had David Mills to thank for that. She just wished the new principal would stop asking her to coffee or lunch.

      He always made a point of mentioning an upcoming school event or the program’s progress, but his interest wasn’t purely professional. Melanie may have led a sheltered life, but she wasn’t stupid. And she’d never date her boss, even if she were attracted to him, which she wasn’t. David was nice enough, probably too nice. At least for her. Wouldn’t her father’s congregation be shocked to know she secretly harbored a thing for bad boys?

      Well, not crazy bad, just wild enough to bend the rules, someone who could kiss her senseless and not give a crap that her father was Pastor Ray. In high school she’d had huge crushes on two of the McAllister brothers. But guys like them had never given her a second look.

      “Ms. Knowles?” Susie turned away from the window. “May I bring apples for the new roans? I hate seeing their ribs.”

      “They’ll fill out soon. Doc Yardley thinks they’re in fairly good shape.” Melanie glanced at her wristwatch. “We have to leave in ten minutes. Have all the animals been watered?”

      “I think so.” Susie pushed the thick dark hair away from her face. “Are you coming back after you drop us off?”

      “Probably.” Getting to her feet, Melanie eyed the invoices, wondering if she should take them with her instead of making the thirty-minute round-trip later. Her gaze caught on the day planner she and Shea shared, and she groaned.

      “What?” Susie moved closer. “Is something wrong?”

      Melanie shook her head. “I forgot I have an appointment later.” She massaged her left temple. Shea had agreed to meet with a representative from the Wild Horse Training Program. Unexpectedly, she’d had to fly to California for her job, so that left Melanie. “Susie, would you please make sure everyone is at the bus in five minutes?” she said, picking up the day planner and squinting at the name Shea had scribbled. The woman was brilliant when it came to computers but she had the worst handwriting.

      “Sure, Ms. Knowles.”

      By the time Susie closed the door behind her, Melanie had decided the man’s first name was Lucas. She gave up trying to decipher what came after that and set the planner aside. No doubt Shea had noted the meeting on the computer, but there was no time to boot up. Lucas could introduce himself. She patted her pocket, remembered she’d left the keys in the bus, glanced at the schedule board, then went outside. Kathy, a longtime volunteer, was coming out of the barn and pulling off her work gloves. She and her husband were the most dedicated of all the volunteers. They worked long and hard, and everyone had hoped they would take over from Annie, but Kathy wanted to move closer to her grandbabies.

      “You taking the kids back to school now?” Kathy brought her hand up to shade her eyes. At 3:00 the September sun was still bright and warm.

      Melanie nodded. “I’ll be back by five.”

      “Levi’s at the dentist but he’s coming to help me dispense meds. No need for you to be here, too.”

      “Tell you the truth, I wouldn’t mind getting home early for a change but I have to come back.” She saw Brandon, the class troublemaker, threaten two girls with the hose spray, and she motioned for him to knock it off. “Shea made an appointment with someone from Prison Reform Now. It’s an activist group out of Denver. They want to talk to us about fostering mustangs for the Wild Horse Training Program. Have you heard of it?”

      “I think so.” Kathy turned and saw Brandon still messing around. “That kid keeps annoying Nell, and he’ll end up getting kicked in his behind. He sure rubs that mare the wrong way.”

      “Oh, well, that wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen, now, would it?” She smiled, and Kathy laughed.

      “You have an evil streak in you, Melanie Knowles, and I for one am glad for it. Lord knows these kids nowadays need a firm hand.” She turned away from Brandon. “The Wild Horse Training Program... It’s big in Wyoming and Nevada prison farms, isn’t it? The inmates do the training.”

      “Yes, that’s my understanding. Guess I should do some reading before I meet with him.” She looked at her watch. Not much time for her to do anything but get the kids back to school, load her briefcase and take a quick shower. She hoped this Lucas knew there was no motel in town. The closest place for him to stay was Kalispell. “Come on, everyone. We have to go.”

      “I’ll go chase out any loiterers in the stable,” Kathy said, already charging in that direction. At sixty, she was small and wiry and didn’t take guff from anyone.

      Melanie should learn from her. One thing she sure could use was tips on how to say no. The bus doors were open, but only Susie sat inside, right behind the driver’s seat, staring out the window at the roans. The image tugged at Melanie’s heart. High school had been a lonely period in her own life. Friends she’d had in elementary school had decided it wasn’t cool to hang out with the minister’s daughter. Books and animals had been her escape.

      Susie’s face brightened when she saw Melanie board. “I told everyone we had to go.” She shrugged her narrow shoulders. “I hope they were listening.”

      “Well, they’d better have been or else they’ll find themselves busy studying for an extra quiz.”

      The girl grinned and looked out the opposite window. A group coming from the stable was headed toward them.

      “Everyone here?” Melanie asked once the kids had finished jockeying for seats. Despite the chorus of yeses, she did a quick head count in the rearview mirror as she started the engine.

      Another recent improvement was the extended parking lot. Before the pad was paved, the gravel had scattered so thin the summer dust rose thick enough to choke the horses. She slowly reversed the small bus, swinging wide to the left. A loud pop startled her and she briefly lost control of the steering wheel. The bus lurched to the side, and she heard the kids’ surprised yelps.

      She tightened her grip on the wheel but the bus seemed to have a mind of its own. She scrambled for the brake and engaged it with all her strength. At the sickening clang of metal hitting metal, she jerked a look in the side mirror and saw the black truck she’d just hit. The bus had finally stopped, but her pounding heart nearly drowned out the kids’ excited murmurs.

      They all rushed to the back window, crawling over each other to see the damage.

      “Please, everyone, be quiet and take your seats.” Melanie hesitated before opening the door. She pretended to wait for the kids to obey but mostly she was trying to stop shaking. “Now,” she said in a sterner voice, and they finally sat back down, still straining to watch the man slide

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