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everyone."
    Jess patted my head. "The tournament hasn't even started yet. You can't give up before your first arrow."
    "Will you watch me shoot some?"
    "Yes, but there isn't much I can really do for you other than help you stay in the right head space. Like my coach used to say, 'If you didn't bring it with you, you won't find it here.'" Jess got up, opened the door and leaned into the hall. "Hey, Liam, hold on! Come on, Di, grab your jacket and boots. Go walk Moo with Liam and get some sun on your face. Give me your tournament bag, and I'll put it on your chairs."
    I passed her a tote with a book and a Bible to flip through if I needed to take my mind off things, headphones to plug into my phone, a water bottle, nuts, nocks, and other things I might need. Then I ripped off my shoes, slid my feet into oversized ranch boots, and grabbed my jacket. "Thanks, Jess."
    I closed and locked my door then jogged to catch up with Liam and Moo, who were waiting for me. I dug my mittens out of my jacket as I followed Moo through the two sets of double doors that prevented the wind from getting inside.
    The sun was warm on my face, even though the air was cold. I turned to face it and soak up every ray. Taking a deep breath of the crisp air, I threw my shoulders back and felt a bit better.
    People milled around the parking lot, loading or unloading cars.
    I reached over for Moo's leash. "I've got boots on."
    Moo and I walked through the snow next to the parking lot. He danced and bounded, kicking the snow out behind him on stiff back legs. He buried his head in the snow then flipped his head back, sending up a fine mist of flakes. The snow clung to his eyebrows and made me giggle. Liam was watching us from the sidewalk with a smile.
    Moo led me back to his favorite bushes, which he meticulously sniffed before finding the perfect branch to water. Once finished, he raced to the end of the lead as he danced through the snow, stomping down snowdrifts then rolling on his back.
    I crouched down, careful not to touch the snow with my pants, and kissed Moo on the soft fur in front of his ear then hugged him around the neck. I rubbed my cheek up against his neck and whispered, "I love you, Mr. Moo," but he was too excited to be held down. He bounced away, flattening a small branch that was sticking out of the snow. While Liam had been in Salt Lake the past few weeks, Moo had lived with me, and I wasn't sure if I could return Moo when Liam moved back.
    I checked my phone and sighed. It was time to go inside and settle in. Even though practice didn't start for another half hour, I wanted to have all my equipment on and start warming up. I gave Moo one last scratch on the rump and waded through the snow back to Liam, who was chatting with our local law enforcement officer, Brian.
    "Hey, Brian." I extended a hand. "I saw you competing this morning. How did it go?"
    He shook my hand then rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh, it went okay. I've never competed in a tournament like this, but it's fun. I'm sure you're gonna kill it."
    My stomach did flip-flops. "Oh, don't be so sure about that. You taking off or staying?"
    "Staying. They waived my tournament fees if I helped the tournament staff with security and manpower."
    Though the tournament was at the training center, we weren't doing much except manning the practice range. A nearby archery club was running the tournament, providing the director of shooting and judges, and had arranged all the registration. They paid the center a small rental fee, and the rest of the money was theirs to keep. It was a great exchange, since the center staff was either coaching or shooting the tournament.
    "Security? Come on, really?"
    "Considering the number of murders you've had here, you might consider full-time security." He gave us a rueful grin.
    I hushed him.
    The front door of the center slammed shut, and Minx joined us. "If we get to vote on who gets murdered, I vote for Coach Ron." She took Moo's leash from me and