Lacey glanced around the courtyard. Something was there; something she had never felt before. A sense of unease swept through her. With a glance at the gate to the corral, she slid the lock back and the gate slowly opened. The two horses and one mule bolted out of the enclosure. She didn’t worry about them. They would head for the open pasture area that separated her and her aunt and sisters’ homes.
Her hand wrapped tightly around the steaming cup of coffee she had just poured when she heard Ginger’s frantic barking. The hair on the back of the Golden was standing straight up and the sound of distress in her voice told Lacey that the unease she’d been feeling was based on a genuine danger. Unsure of where the threat was, Lacey walked calmly over to Ginger and sent a wave of warmth to the
