Swift and Saddled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #2)

by Lyla Sage

Our sunsets glow with color, And in the pearly dawn of morn, The pungent scent of sage drifts down, On a breeze that’s mountain born. —“This God-forsaken Land,” Juanita Leach, cowboy poet, circa 1940s

“Sorry about him.” His voice was close to me now. My fluffy companion wagged his tail as his owner’s footsteps approached. “He’s got a thing for beautiful women.”