there.â He took a sip of his beer, and his gaze on her was as intense as sheâd remembered it.
She forced herself to remember that this was just a onetime drink. A conversationânothing more. âYou wonât like it. Iâm working for the government, for the Department of Range Management.â
âSo thatâs why you were at the station. I couldnât figure it out.â
Nora couldnât help a wry smile. âMust have been like seeing the Ghost of Relationships Past.â
âIt was pretty shocking.â
She took a deep breath and said the last words heâd want to hear. âI was hired to do a study on the impact of wild horses on native plant populations.â
He flinched, just as sheâd expected. âAnd I take it the impact isnât exactly positive?â
âIâve only been working on it for a few weeks. But from what Iâve seen so far, thatâs putting it mildly.â
âBut you know the reasons the land is so overgrazed, right?â Todd leaned forward eagerly and in an instant he was the idealistic boy sheâd known in college. Time seemed to jump back years again.
Nora caught her breath, momentarily disoriented. âIâm sure youâre going to tell me.â
âThere are too many horses for the land provided. But thatâs because the government is opening up all their grazing lands for fracking, for cattle, for minerals. So the mustangs have been crammed into a smaller space than can sustain them, and of course the native plants suffer. All the plants do. If weâd give them back their range, you wouldnât see these kinds of impacts.â
âWell, sadly, Iâm not able to give back their land. And, frankly, there wonât be too many native plants left if we keep the horses at the current population.â
âBut the horses arenât the real problem.â
She glared at him. âTodd, I know all this. But the fact is, at this time, the DRM has a certain amount of land allotted for the horses. And the native plants on that land are being destroyed. My job is to go in and study the damage. Once my study is finished, the department will use the data to figure out how many horses can be allowed to roam free.â
âAnd you didnât feel bad signing on to this study knowing itâs based on a false premise? Because theyâve already taken away the horsesâ normal rangeland?â
She bristled. âI was hired to do a study on their current range, and Iâm doing that study.â
His voice was tinged with bitterness. âYou never could get out of that scientific side of your head, could you? Itâs all data and facts with you.â
âItâs not just that,â she protested.
âWell, what is it? The money?â
Noraâs stomach did a sticky, nauseating flip. âYou didnât just say that.â At least her rising outrage steadied her voice. âSome things never change.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Todd looked genuinely confused.
Was it really possible that he was this dense? âYou have no right to judge me.â
âIâm not judging. I just think youâre working for the wrong side on this issue.â
The words were spinning like a tornado in her head, there were so many she wanted to throw at him. âHowâs your family, Todd?â she spat out.
His eyes went wide. âWhat does my family have to do with anything?â
âBecause theyâre wealthy. Youâre wealthy. And you sit there, safe in the lap of your moneyed family, and you judge people like me. People who need to have a regular job.â
âIâm notââ
She cut him off, spewing words that sheâd wanted to say years ago. Back then she hadnât had the courage. âHas it ever occurred to you that some of us need steady work to make a living? Or that jobs for a plant biologist arenât easy to