A Hero’s Haven Sneak Peek
For the third time that morning, Cash Aiken’s hands began to shake, and not from the bitter cold. He scanned the hills, barren but for a scattering of trees, looking for any signs of movement, then shook off the feeling of dread constricting his breathing. This wasn’t Afghanistan. He was in the Flint Hills, where the buffalo roamed and the deer and the antelope played and all that jazz. Freezing his a*s off on a six-hundred-fifty-mile trek along the Santa Fe trail. In January. On a newly gentled mustang he’d only met and learned to ride a month ago. Happy f*****g New Year.
Travis Kincaid, the reason he was on this crazy trek, trotted up beside him. “We’re gonna stop on the other side of this rise for lunch. You okay with that?”
Keeping his eyes glued on the hor
