"How the heck do you know about this stuff?"
"My father used to watch John Wayne movies."
She shook her head, fighting a grin. "Funny."
"Thanks."
Becca was up ahead, chattering away to her new friend Jim. Sydney cleared her throat. He deserved to hear what Cynthia had told her Wednesday night. "I wanted to tell you there may be some gossip going around at Becca's school. About you being her father. We just may need to keep an eye on her and make sure she's not getting harassed."
His voice turned hard. "How'd you find out?"
"At poker night, Cynthia joined us."
"Who's Cynthia?"
"Bad Mom from the recital."
"Crap. Are you serious? Tell me she wouldn't hurt Becca just to spread mean-spirited gossip."
"She might. I was going to have a talk with the principal, but I don't want to cause attention needlessly. I just wanted you to know about it in case Becca says anything."
He muttered a curse. "I'll put a stop to it if she tries to spread rumors."
"Raven and Morgan already threatened her. Scared Cynthia to death. Told her not to mess with the Pierce family. It was epic."
"I bet. Though I'm sure you didn't need it. Becca told me about your confrontation with Emma's mother."
"Ah, yes. I'm afraid Becca overheard some of my, er, colorful language."
"But it worked." He paused. "I'm glad you spoke with Morgan and Raven."
He sounded genuine. At least, he didn't want to see her punished by his family. It was something. "Me too."
The horses eased down a small hill into the woods. Thick trees blocked the sun. Sticks and twigs snapped under the horses' feet. A sense of peace flowed through her, a balance of nature and quiet, and being with the two people she loved most in life.
"Everyone doing okay back there?" Jim called out.
"We're good," Tristan said.
"Excellent. We're heading up this hill to the clearing. Just follow me."
The other horses pulled ahead, but Bam Bam paused in front of a large branch and shot her a look. "Come on," she urged him. "Just walk over. It's not big."
He snorted. Ducked his head and began eating more leaves. Frustration nipped at her nerves. "Bam Bam, go!" She kicked and pulled the reins, but he ignored her. Suddenly he lifted his head and stood stock-still. A terrible smell hit her nostrils. "Ugh, yuck." The sound of poop hitting the ground made her want to gag. So did the scent. "You're eating too many leaves, dude. Let's go."
His stomach emptied, he began to go forward, then took a sharp right.
"No, not that way-this way." She tugged, but he was heading directly past a large pricker bush. Tons of deadly thorns stuck out at wicked angles. "Left! Go left, Bam Bam-ow!"
Her left side got dragged past the bush, the needles poking into her clothes with wicked darts of pain. The horse gave her a sideways look and opened his mouth to gnaw on his bit. Was he laughing at her?
Tristan suddenly appeared before her, looking like a god on the Black Stallion. "You okay?"
"No! He pooped because he keeps eating leaves, and he dragged me into a pricker bush. He's mean."
His lips twitched in amusement. "He's just looking for direction. Come on, Bam Bam. Follow me." He whistled, leading his horse a few paces forward, and Bam Bam began walking again, closing the gap between them. "See? Just keep urging him ahead with kicks."
Oh yeah, he was playing her for a fool. She wasn't stupid. This horse didn't like her. "Is Becca doing well?" she asked.
"She's doing great. Don't you think this would be fun to do on a regular basis? Fresh air, family time, and Becca learns about horses."
Ugh. No way. "Great," she forced herself to utter. "Fun things are supposed to be stressful."
"What do you mean? Don't you remember the time you came with us camping?"
The memory hit full force. "Oh, my God, I'd forgotten about that debacle! Your father had some crazy idea about going river rafting on the Esopus and decided camping out would be fun."
Tristan shook his head. The sun bathed him in a gorgeous light, giving him an almost ethereal halo. "He thought it would be easy but had no clue what to do. Dalton fell off the raft and almost floated away."
"Yes! And your mom freaked out and dove in after him, almost crashing on the rocks. I was so scared I just hung on to the raft and prayed to survive."
"Then the tent collapsed in the middle of the night during the thunderstorm."
"And we were covered in mud and freezing cold," she added.
"Cal and I had a big fight over who got the last hot dog."