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We decided to write this book when we got together at a meeting and decided we'd like to showcase Colorado cowboys.
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Brynn never would have believed four horses and three people could move so quietly, but they slipped through the swirling mist like ghost riders. Partly, because Sawyer didn’t go along the trail, but instead guided them through the meadow, which muffled any sound. The tall grass would bend, but hopefully pop back up by morning.
At the tree line, he guided them back onto the trail instead of risking down timber and boggy places.
Brynn touched her rifle for reassurance. Holding the lead, she couldn’t grab it super-fast, but if it came to it, she’d let go of the horses to get the gun.
Nothing seemed to move but them in the moonless night except them.
Brynn looked over her shoulder frequently, but couldn’t see more than a couple feet. The horses seemed relaxed, not flicking their ears back as if something were on their tail. Nocona was particularly sensitive to his surroundings, but he seemed calm and cool.
Maybe their steadiness had something to do with Sawyer. Who knew what his insides were doing—shaking?—but his outer demeanor was all man-in-charge. Although proud of her ability to take care of herself, Brynn found she didn’t mind him leading this particular parade. Leaning on his strong shoulders didn’t seem weak, it seemed natural.
Apart, they were strong. Together, invincible.
The thought gave her pause. Is what a family unit could be like? She and Brooke were happy, seemed like enough. But having Sawyer with them somehow seemed to complete the circle.
Fear, fatigue and anger had her mind going in crazy directions. Adding Sawyer to their family? What was she thinking? They hadn’t even been on a date.
Maybe running from a lunatic killer jumpstarted a relationship.
Ahead, he reined in.
“Everything okay?” Brynn stage whispered.
He turned the bay sideways in the trail to answer in a low tone. “Just letting the horses blow. We’re climbing.”
For the first time, Brynn realized the pines were thinning, meaning they were almost above timberline. And to the long, open section. Her heartbeat picked up speed. The mist was lifting, and although they were still in it, by the time they reached the halfway point it would be gone, leaving them exposed. Although dark, it was still frightening.
“You okay, Brooke?”
“Uh-huh,” she whispered.
Sawyer reached behind him and patted her back. “Good girl. Let me know if you need a rest.”
“I will,” she promised.