Chapter 4
Again, Ruarke slept, Winchester across his legs, outside Santee’s camper. This tucking him in every morning was getting old, Santee decided. Serve him right if he gets pneumonia.
She and the dogs headed into the pre-dawn gloom to get Rogue and Bandit out.
Rogue trotted along the corral, nickering that she was so late. Santee slipped the hackamore on his head. Then threw her arms around his neck, burying her nose in his deliciously horsey-scented mane. She blinked back tears as she forced herself to release him before he sensed her agitation. Time was getting so short…every moment was a precious memory.
This was ripping her still beating heart out!
If only it were that simple. The perfect ending.
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The afternoon warmed into the upper 80’s. Perfect for working three youn
