“We’ll let the horses breath out here. We’ve climbed the steepest part. There are a couple more switchbacks to reach the top of the Ridge. The trail runs the length of the canyon. We won’t ride the whole of it today.” She put her arms through the vest and used the hook and loop fasteners to attach it around her.
Ethan raised a brow in her direction. “Fluorescent orange isn’t my color.”
“I’m sure blood isn’t either. Wear the vest.”
“Are you concerned about who fired the shot back there?” he asked, donning the orange garment.
“Shots fired are always cause for concern in my opinion.” She watched him attach the straps as she leaned forward, her forearms resting on the saddle horn.
“On that, we agree. So, why the vest?”
“A horse looks a lot like an elk through the trees. Not all hunters m
