They talked quietly of other things. The priest finding ways to get the girl's mind off the day. She finally seemed relaxed. He was worried though. That pasture was not far from the canyon where her father had died. The day before he had died, he had mentioned to him a cut fence with small footprints. He hadn't always been a priest. Things like this seemed unimportant to some, but he knew better. There was no such thing as coincidence.

She finally pushed back from the table and stood. Smiling in thanks she said, Thanks for supper Father. I best be getting back. He grinned and motioned her out. She turned with a lighter heart and headed outside. She patted Shakespeare and mounted up. The twinkling stars above were beautiful. She turned to head out of town the way she had come earlier. Maybe Jake would be done and heading out and they could ride together.