Fractured Sky (Tattered & Torn, #5)

by Catherine Cowles

Most of her coloring was that of dark bay, but the pattern across her hind end revealed her true heritage: Appaloosa, through and through. That white with dark spots had been a sucker punch to the gut. A reminder of the darkest moments of my life.

Shiloh’s hair caught on the breeze, that mix of gold and brown. I didn’t blame my damn dog for chasing after her. She was the kind of beautiful that lit a fire in your veins. That kind of beauty was dangerous.

The mare nestled into the shelter connected to the round pen, but I sensed she watched me, too. I hoped there was a little more understanding. That we were beginning to weave the barest strands of trust.

“Love you, Shiloh.” She nuzzled into me, breathing deeply. “You’re my sky.” I stilled. “Your sky?” “My pinpricks of hope on the darkest nights. You are that in living form for me. You always will be.