14A group of about a dozen mostly older people grouped on the edge of the stream. They looked like a bunch of retirees out on a hike.
“Hi there!”
Becca jumped. She hadn't heard him approaching. She turned and stared. Unlike the others, he was younger, mid-thirties. Despite the ball cap and sunglasses, she recognized him from the Inn.
“Noah.” He reached out his hand.
“I remember.” Becca didn't touch him, but nodded instead and looked back to the leader of the Salt River Wild Horse Volunteers, who stood before the others. The striking blond was dressed in a more rustic fashion than Becca was used to, but there was no missing the fact that her attire was much higher-end than that of the others. Large diamond studs sparkled in her ears and a Rolex Oyster Perpetual flashed on her wrist. Bec
