“After his workday was done, and barring any emergencies or calls, he’d head home for a quick bite and a faster shower before driving all the way out to Kendra’s ranch. Once on his trip out, he caught sight of her in the seat of the cutter, riding the ten-year-old machine in the golden fields that paralleled her mile-long driveway. He waved, but she couldn’t have seen him with the sun’s glare in her eyes. When he’d asked the helpful Colleen if Kendra was avoiding him or something, she’d only sai...d it was a busy time of year, with haying the hundred acres—of her own hay fields plus those she leased every summer. Sure, he could see that. But did she work all the time? He tried dropping by to slip Warrior a treat early before he started his morning patrols, but Kendra was already in the fields, or so the teenager cleaning stalls told him. The one evening he did spot her, it was late and she was out in the far field, nothing more than a willowy slip in the distance. She stood still with a hand outstretched to a magnificent red horse who looked ready to charge her instead of accept whatever treat she held flat on her palm.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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