“In many ways,” Dustin murmured.
Joey turned to face him, “Yeah, I know,” he said dryly. “My dad told me they still study Civil War strategy. Like today, you wouldn’t fight the same—we have automatic weapons and bombs and drones and stuff. But the military today can still learn from the strategies they used back then.”
“We also learned about compromise and holding a country together,” Dustin said, hoping he didn’t sound too much as though he was lecturing. “It’s easy to be harsh now when we look at the past. Sometimes you have to wonder what the hell were they thinking, and you have to try to understand the context and the reasons—and the mistakes. That’s history, and that’s why it’s important.”
“And why we get ghosts!” Joey threw in cheerfully.
“But ghosts are good, too,” Olivia said. “For instance, General Rufus Cunningham is a famous ghost around here, and he tells us a lot about humanity. He was a leader, but he didn’t consider any of his men expendable. And he valued human life even when that life belonged to the enemy.”
“Yeah, and he died. ‘No good deed goes unpunished,’” Joey blurted out, grinning.
Olivia groaned. “Oh, I give up!”
“Kidding, just kidding!” Joey said. “I love the stories about the general. Are we going to ride? Or are we going to just sit here?”
“We’ll take the forest trail to the curve, come back around and let them run again for a few minutes. It’s beautiful riding through the trees,” Olivia said.
She led the way. Trickster tried to stop for grass, but Olivia reminded Joey that the horse shouldn’t be calling the shots; he could give Trickster an apple back at the stables. Joey regained control, grinning at her proudly as he did.
Olivia rode on, and the others followed. She reined in at a copse, and they paused behind her. A doe and her young fawn were nibbling on short grasses near the edge, barely visible beneath the canopy of the trees.
“Wow!” Joey whispered.
“Let’s go around. Maybe they won’t bolt,” Olivia said.
They skirted the high pines, giving the doe and her fawn a wide berth. The doe looked up and stared at them. For a moment, her instinct and fear were visible. But she didn’t move. She studied them, then went back to her nibbling. They guided their horses around her.
Dustin didn’t see exactly what happened next. He heard something—a whizzing sound in the air.
Shiloh let out a snort of terror and reared up. Olivia calmed him quickly, and turned to look at Dustin and Joey.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Fine,” Joey said. “What was that?”
“I don’t know. The world’s biggest bee, maybe.” Olivia was in control, but Dustin saw that she was shaken. He heard rustling. It seemed to come from behind them.
He turned Chapparal. The horse could whirl around on a dime—good thing for him at the moment. The trail was narrow here, but led back to the trees. The doe and her fawn were no longer there; they’d obviously been spooked. He kept moving, inspecting the trail on the other side. He didn’t see anything, but when he dismounted, he discovered that the ground had been disturbed and a number of low-hanging branches were broken. He continued to follow the trail, leaving Olivia and Joey behind. He heard Joey call out and paused, wanting to take his investigation all the way to the road—but afraid to leave the two of them alone in the forest where something had, apparently, flown through the air with the speed of a bullet.
Had it been a bullet?
And had Olivia been a target?
Frustrated, he rode back to where Olivia and Joey waited for him.
“Nothing,” he said with a shrug.
“Weird!” Joey said. “A small bird. That’s what it looked like from here. A dive-bombing bird.”
“You saw it?” Dustin asked.
“Well, not exactly. I just heard something.... And I thought I saw something whiz by close to Liv and Shiloh—a really fast bird, like I said—but I don’t know for sure. Maybe—”
“We’ve got to head back,” Olivia broke in. “I have another session this afternoon.”
“Not riding?” Dustin realized his tone was sharper than he’d intended.
“No, just in the pasture. A group session.”
“We get to stay until five,” Joey said. “Double with me against Sean and Matt at Ping-Pong?” he asked Dustin.
“Okay. I’ll hang around,” Dustin said, looking at Olivia. She showed no reaction, and he couldn’t decide whether he was disappointed or relieved.
As they rode back, Dustin kept watch on everything around them, still uneasy about the flying object that had whizzed by them all.
It hadn’t been the world’s biggest bee.
Or a dive-bombing bird.
But neither, he thought, had it been a bullet. So what the hell...?
True to her word, she allowed Joey and the horses their time to run. Then they returned to the stables. As good “guests,” he and Joey took care of their mounts. Joey was happy to give Trickster the promised apple. Dustin enjoyed watching him with the horse as he assured Trickster that it was much better to have an apple at the end of a ride than munch on lousy grass during it.
He was still at the stables when Olivia went out with her next group; he wanted to keep an eye on her. But since she was surrounded by several people, he determined that she was going to be all right.
If something was going to “happen” to her it wouldn’t be here—in front of others.
Joey was waiting impatiently for him to play Ping-Pong. He decided he might as well oblige now.
Matt and Sean were there, too, eager to take them on. Dustin played the game, paying heed to what was going on around him, as well. Sandra Cheever swept by, telling them all, in her usual curt tones, to play fair, and marched into Aaron’s office.
He thought he heard the two of them arguing.
When he and Joey took the game by a single point, he went to get coffee, trying to listen to what was being said in Aaron’s office.
Sandra was speaking heatedly. Aaron was arguing with her in a soft, restrained voice.
“Boy, and they’re supposed to be teaching us to get along!” Matt said sarcastically, coming up beside him.
Dustin grimaced. “Have they been at it all afternoon?”
“No.” Matt frowned. “I don’t think they were here. In fact, I know they weren’t. Aaron showed up about an hour ago and said hello to all of us. That was odd, ’cause usually there’s someone in the office all the time—when it’s open, I mean. Hey, rematch?”
“Sure, just give me a minute,” Dustin told him. “I’ll meet you in the games room.”
Matt nodded and sauntered off, and Dustin moved closer to the door. “It’s wrong. It’s just wrong!” Sandra Cheever was saying.
“Look, it is what it is,” he heard Aaron reply.
“Not necessarily,” Sandra said. “You’re going to have to take steps.”