Sandra, despondent, led her horse back to the barn. She had looked forward to another wonderful day riding Cloudrunner through Silverado Draw, the wild, Manzanita-covered canyon leading to Fry’s Beach, always empty on Monday mornings. It was perfect for riding and for her weekly meetings with her lover, Jim.
Her shock was seismic when she and Cloudrunner came round the last bend, the canyon spread before them, to see huge earthmovers toppling the manzanitas, piling them up for cremation. It was a housing development! Jim waved from one of the trucks. She had known he was a property developer.