Riding for the Brand by J.D. Ryan
Hank Collins topped the rise and reined in the buckskin. For a long moment, he just sat there enjoying the view. There was just nothing like the satisfaction a man felt at the end of a job. The fence ran back along the property line, every rail in place, just like the boss wanted. It crossed the rolling hills beneath the Sandias and headed for the ranch house. Hank was well aware the fence was an oddity—who ran a fence along the open range, anyway? But if the boss wanted a fence, then a fence was what he got. And it was a fine fence, even if the T-Lazy-A riders said so themselves. It would certainly keep those M-L Connected skunks from running their scrawny cattle across T-Lazy-A land.
The stocky redhead swiped at the back of his neck with his already da
