"Because you don't become principal and get on the district board to not take Friday off with your son once and a while."

Calhoun threw a black duffel to Cassidy. There were a few pairs of dark jeans, a smattering of flannels and black tee shirts, and a toiletries bag. There were also Cassidy's riding boots and spurs.

"The rest is already packed, as well as food, and enough for two more people. So name them, and they're coming."