didn't feel as if it had been born in a furnace. Mindy,

Gia, and Teal sat on what little grass there was under

a tree. Robin and I went to look at the horses. We

were told that it wouldn't be long before we would be

brushing them down, cleaning their stalls, and feeding

them. too. One of them. which Rabin identified as a

dark brown stallion, looked like he was dreaming of

jumping the corral and galloping off toward those

mountains in the distance.

"We had two horses on my grandfather's farm,"

Robin said. "He called them Buck and Babe. They

weren't really riding horses, but when I was little, he

would put me on either one and, holding the reins,

lead me about. It was practically the only fun I had on

that farm and one of the few times he acted like a real

grandfather instead of a soldier in the army of God or

something. I remember that sometimes I would catch

him looking at me as if he expected to see Satan's face emerging out of mine. He expected me to do bad things. After all. I was mother darling's daughter. I guess he's happy now that he was right. It probably has made him even more of a fanatic. I pity my

grandmother."

"What would happen if we got on the backs of

some horses and rode out of here? You think we could

ride to somewhere

"Horses aren't camels." Robin said. "They need

water, too, and we wouldn't know which way to go." "We're so damn trapped." I muttered. "Maybe

no better off than Posy if she is in that basement." I

glanced at the hacienda. The very thought of being a

prisoner in the darkness below for so long put a chill

through me, even in this heat.

Natani emerged from the barn, saw us, but kept

walking toward a water trough. Using a hose, he filled

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