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    “Gently,” the neighbor said. “You have to be quiet and calm or you’ll scare them. Keep your voice down. Make your movements slow.”
    “Oh. I can do that.” Mark tripped, fell forward and had to grab the fence to keep from going down. Both horses shied and ended up twenty feet away.
    Their owner cast a look at Ciara in which she read understandable desperation. If he wasn’t used to kids—
    “Gently,” he repeated.
    “I’m sorry.” Mark quivered with passionate intensity. “They’ll still come to me, won’t they? So I can feed them?”
    “Greed will overcome them,” the man said drily. He whistled and held up the carrots. As speedily as they’d departed, the horses returned.
    Ciara stayed a few feet back, watching as Mark learned how to hold out a treat on the palm of his hand, where horses liked to be stroked and how and what they didn’t like. He laughed when their soft lips tickled his hand as they whisked pieces of carrot off it, and laughed again when one blew out a breath with slimy orange bits of carrot that got on his face. He asked what their names were and nodded solemnly at the answer: Hoodoo and Aurora. Both apparently had long, unintelligible names under which they were registered with the Quarter Horse Association, but they didn’t know them. The man had come up with Hoodoo; Aurora was used to that name when he’d bought her. He corrected Mark when he described Hoodoo as a chestnut; for some reason, that coloration was called sorrel when it came to quarter horses.
    “Hoodoo is prettier than Aurora.” After a sidelong glance, Mark placed one foot on the bottom rail and his elbows on the top rail in exact imitation of the neighbor. “Do you think she minds?”
    “I doubt horses think in terms of pretty . And Hoodoo is actually her son. I did have her bred the once.”
    “Will you again? That would be amazing.” Her son swiveled enough to look over his shoulder. “Wouldn’t it be amazing, Mom?”
    “I’m sure it would. Now, say thank you, Mark. We need to get those groceries home.”
    “Do we have to?” His shoulders slumped when he saw her face. “Okay. Now they know me, I’ll bet they’ll come when they see me with a carrot.”
    She mouthed the words “thank you” at Mark.
    “Thank you, mister,” he said obediently. “You didn’t tell us what your name is, did you?”
    “Didn’t I? That was rude. I’m Gabe Tennert.”
    “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Ciara said, holding out a hand.
    He looked at it for longer than was polite before gently engulfing it in his much larger hand. The rough texture of his calluses sent a tingle through her and, she suspected, warmed her cheeks.
    “Thank you for stopping by,” he said, leaving her in no doubt whatsoever that he wasn’t at all glad for their visit.
    “We’re going to get a dog,” Mark told him as they walked back to the van. “Mom said we could as soon as we moved.”
    “If you do, please make sure it’s one that won’t chase horses or cattle.” There was no flexibility whatsoever in that deep voice now.
    That was reasonable, Ciara supposed.
    Mark got in, and she circled to her side.
    “Do you have other children?” Gabe Tennert asked.
    She paused. Somehow, she didn’t think he was hoping she’d say yes. “No, only Mark.”
    He nodded brusquely. “Good day.”
    Before she had so much as gotten the key in the ignition, he had hopped into his pickup truck and began maneuvering to back the trailer into an empty slot inside one of the barns. He didn’t even glance their way as she turned in a circle and started down the driveway.
    Ciara surprised herself by wondering whether he had a wife.

CHAPTER TWO
    A LWAYS AN EARLY RISER , Gabe was outside forking hay into the manger when the school bus passed the next morning. Without thinking about it, he’d known it was coming; the brakes squealed at every stop, and the Ohlers a couple of properties past the old Walker place had two kids that rode the