Mara knocked on the door and waited. It was a nice ranch-house built near a river bend along one of the driest sections of the Utah desert near Salt Lake City. Brent stood next to her. He took off his cowboy hat and held it out in front of him. … Read More
Jake sat on the huge wooden porch of the Dirty Stirrup bar with his boots up on a railing, drinking a beer. Jessie sat next to him with her legs tucked under her, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Are you sorry we couldn’t get married at that goldurned gorgeous … Read More
Brent’s lariat whistled through the air from behind and looped down over the man’s shoulders just above the elbows. Brent jerked him backward and pulled him off his feet. He wrapped the other end around his saddle horn and pulled on the reins. Chester backed up dragging the man over … Read More
The two men looked at each other and then back toward the sound of the approaching, baying hounds. “Bullocks! What the ‘ell do we do now?” “Courage, M’lad. We can still do the work ‘o the mighty if we’re quick about it! ‘Tis no one here but her. Go find … Read More
Mara and Brent stood beside their horses, holding the reins, and listened intently for any sound from the forest all around them. Mara’s horse whinnied and tossed her head. “Shh,” Mara said and rubbed Lulabelle’s nose. “Shh now darlin’.” “Someone’s coming,” Brent murmured quietly, nodding to his right. “Four horses … Read More