Chapter Four
Later that morning, Mac Kenzie lifted his head up and looked out at the wide Montana skyline. Blue sky blended into green pastures. Spotted along the pastures were blotches of brown blobs that were the herd of Vance Ranch, where he currently made his home.
His home was in the sweltering third-floor attic of the ranch’s big house, but he’d lived in worse. He’d happily trade the deserts of Afghanistan or the mountains in Syria for the cramped, humid attic any day.
Mac took a deep inhale of the fresh, open-air, and promptly coughed as a dust cloud swirled into his nostrils. The new bull for the Vance Ranch was kicking up a storm in the pen.
It was no wonder why. The animal had gotten a glimpse of the heifers he was about to be locked into a pen with. The new bull was raring t
