Cowboy Lullaby. Sasha Summers

“Banshee showed up. Didn’t want Tandy worrying over him.”

      “I sent him,” Tandy said, patting the dog on the back. “Sounded like Pearl needed some distracting. He loves kids.”

      Click couldn’t have been more surprised. “You sent him?”

      She glanced his way, barely. “He gets upset when he hears a baby cry.”

      “That makes two of us,” he said.

      Did she smile? A small smile, but a smile nonetheless.

      He knelt, holding Pearl’s hands while she found her footing. Banshee ran up, sniffing her up one way and down the other. Pearl thought this was hilarious—even when she ended up sitting in the grass.

      “Banshee.” Tandy’s tone was soft. “Gentle.”

      Banshee looked at Tandy and sat, then resumed staring at Pearl.

      “He’s smart.” Click was impressed.