{"strong"=>["Good thing I have nine lives…."]} But it's too bad Stephanie Ryan doesn't have as many lives as me. The humanoid horse gentler is up to her pretty neck in trouble–thanks to drifter cowboy Johnny Kreel. He shows up, and just like that, someone tries to kill her. Stranded on her ranch in Nowhere, South Dakota, she's a sitting duck. I'll just bet my next meal that dark-side Johnny knows more than he's telling. And unless my green eyes deceive me, are those sparks between them? Good thing for Stephanie I'm Familiar, Black Cat Detective. I haven't met a case I couldn't solve…yet.
