“I reckon we’d better get dressed,” Sharps murmured. They’d stretched out on their saddle blankets, letting the warm breeze dry them off. The angle of the sun had changed, though, and the shade had begun to slip away. The walls of the hills surrounding the valley protected it from the cooler air up top, funneling the warmth of the sunlight directly down on them in spite of the season. “We’ll wind up frying if we stay like this much longer.”
“That sounds like a good idea.” But they both remained there a while longer, continuing to drowse in each other’s arms.
Until Twilight tossed up his head, snorted, laid his ears back, and stamped his hoof. Even Bella became restive, dancing beside the stallion.
Steve bounded to his feet, all thoughts of enjoying a lazy afternoon vanished.
“Well, wel
