as the log. Dylan reigned in and swung off his large bay, blue fire blazing in his eyes. He ground tied his horse and stalked over to where she sat.

“Woman, are you out of your mind?”

She nodded slowly. “Possibly.”

He threw his hands in the air. “I told you not to go riding by yourself! What do you think you are doing?”

“Riding by myself.”

“I can see that. What I want to know is why? What if you’d gotten hurt? Or lost? What if…”

“Dylan,” She said quietly. “I’ve been riding almost as long as you have. I won’t get hurt. And as far as getting lost, your darling baby brother has been a good guide and has shown me how to get back from almost anywhere. Besides,” She swung he...

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