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21Walt pulled to a stop and parked the truck in front of a large barn that was open on both ends. Becca could see bales of hay stacked to the ceiling along one wall. They exited the truck slamming the doors almost in unison and, after Walt retrieved a thin black portfolio case from behind the front seat, they entered the building. A warm, sunny smell wafted from the hay. The stalls stood clean and empty. A wide range of halters hung on various familiar-looking hooks, all created in Walt's forge. Saddles on racks, brightly colored grain buckets, water troughs, pitchforks, and shovels were all neatly placed. They exited the other end of the barn and saw Noah leaning against a fence, forearms resting on a crossbar. He watched a red stallion that stood at the far end of a fenced-in field ben