Black Hills

sobered. “Really?”
    “I got the vibe when he started volunteering regularly last year. I didn’t think much of it. She’s my age.”
    “Old lady.”
    “Well, she’s got some years on him. I can see it from his end. She’s beautiful and smart and funny. What I didn’t expect was to get the vibe—which I did reading between the lines of her e-mails—that she may have one on him.”
    “Tansy’s interested in Farley? Our Farley?”
    “Maybe I’m wrong, but I got the vibe. Our Farley,” she repeated, taking a deep breath of the snow-tinged air. “You know, in my world-weary phase of twenty, I thought the two of you were insane to take him in. I figured he’d rob you blind—at the least—steal your truck and that would be that.”
    “He wouldn’t steal a nickel. It’s not in him. You could see it, right from the start.”
    “You could. Mom could. And you were right. I think I’m right about my college pal, the dedicated zoologist, having eyes for our own goofy, sweet-natured Farley.”
    They followed the track at an easy trot, the horses kicking up snow, their breath steaming out like smoke.
    As they approached the gate that separated the farm from the refuge, Lil let out a laugh. Her coworkers had hung a huge banner across the gate.
     
     
    WELCOME HOME, LIL!
     
     
    She saw the tracks as well—from snowmobiles and horses, animals and men. Through January and February, the refuge saw little in the way of tourists and visitors. But the staff was always busy.
    She dismounted to open the gate. When they could afford it, she thought, they’d replace the old thing with electric. But for now, she waded through the snow to work the latch. It squealed as she dragged it clear so her father could lead her horse through.
    “Nobody’s been bothering you, have they?” she asked as she remounted. “I mean the public.”
    “Oh, we get somebody comes by every now and then, who can’t find the public entrance. We just send them around.”
    “I hear we had good turnout, and good feedback, from the school field trips in the fall.”
    “Kids love the place, Lil. It’s a good thing you’ve done here.”
    “We’ve done.”
    She scented animal before she saw them, that touch of wild in the air. Inside the first stretch of habitat a Canadian lynx sat on a boulder. Tansy had brought him in from Canada, where he’d been captured and wounded. In the wild, his maimed leg was a death sentence. Here, he had sanctuary. They called him Rocco, and he flicked his tufted ears as they passed.
    The refuge gave homes to bobcat and cougar, to an old, circus tiger they called Boris, to a lioness who had once, inexplicably, been kept as a pet. There were bear and wolf, fox and leopard.
    A smaller area held a petting zoo, what she thought of as hands-on education for kids. Rabbits, lambs, a pygmy goat, a donkey.
    And the humans, bundled in cold-weather gear, who worked to feed them, shelter them, treat them.
    Tansy spotted her first, and gave a whoop before racing over from the big-cat area. A pink flush from cold and pleasure bloomed on the cheeks of her pretty, caramel-colored face.
    “You’re back.” She gave Lil’s knee a squeeze. “Get on down here and give me a hug! Hey, Joe, I bet you’re happy to have your girl back.”
    “And then some.”
    Lil slid off the horse and embraced her friend, who swayed side-to-side making a happy mmmm sound. “It’s so good, so good, so good to see you!”
    “Likewise.” Lil pressed her cheek to the soft spring of Tansy’s dark hair.
    “We heard you’d caught Dave and managed to get back a day early, so we’ve been scrambling.” Tansy leaned back and grinned. “To hide the evidence of all the drunken parties and fat-assing we’ve had going on since you left.”
    “Aha. I knew it. And that’s why you’re the only member of the senior staff out and about?”
    “Naturally. Everyone else is nursing hangovers.” She laughed and gave Lil another squeeze. “Okay, truth. Matt is in Medical. Bill tried to eat a towel.”
    Bill, a young bobcat, was renowned for his eclectic appetite.
    Lil glanced back at the pair of cabins, one housing her quarters, the other offices and Medical. “Did he get much?”
    “No, but Matt wants to check him out. Lucius is chained to his computer, and Mary’s at the dentist. Or going to. Hey, Eric, come take the horses, will you? Eric’s one of our winter-term interns. We’ll make the introductions later. Let’s—” She broke off