CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
The Cost of CompassionHana rode as far as the town boundary in search of her husband. The gelding beneath her jogged with impatience at the sight of the knot of creamy cattle grazing in a far corner. The Charolais moved as a mob, never taking their eyes from the grass beneath them. It looked shorter than days ago and she guessed Logan planned to move them on soon. The gate clasp clanked as she leaned down to release the chain and Logan turned his head in her direction. She moved her horse so she could fasten it and half expected her husband not to be there when she spun back around. To her surprise, Logan tapped the rope against Sacha’s neck and the stunning white mare moved towards home.
Logan sat like a statue in the saddle, right hand wielding the rope with a feathe
