Chapter Forty Seven:
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THE WIND BLEW icy across Staten Kirkland’s land. It might be only noon, but he decided to call it a day. Fog was moving in over the canyon rim along his back pasture. With the canyon so close, it wasn’t safe to keep working cattle. His men had been out in the below-freezing wind since dawn, and the trucks were all loaded.
With a wave to the cowhands turning their horses toward the bunkhouse, Staten headed over to his home to do paperwork.
If he was being honest with himself, he knew there was another reason he’d stopped work early. Staten wanted to be alone. He wanted to think about Quinn. It had been almost a week since he’d last seen her, but she never quite left his mind.
Most of the time when he needed to think, he’d ride out to the pastures and move among
