In the main house's kitchen, Amy flipped through the pictures she took last week, Olivia next to her at the island looking on. They had plans to take a ride up to Blind Man's Bluff as soon as Nakos was finished with the horses.
It was a gorgeous Saturday, the sun bright and warm, and Amy was looking forward to enjoying it. The past couple weeks had been rough between the trips to Casper for pre-trial hearings and retelling the rape to a bunch of strangers. But her friends had been beside her the whole time, a silent show of support.
Aunt Mae set her tea on the table where she'd been watching them. "So, Clint took the plea bargain."
"Yeah." Amy put the photos back in the envelope. "The district attorney called yesterday. I'm shocked, actually."