Claiming the Cowboy's Heart

“Oh?” Sybil’s voice was sweet. “What kind of man do you need?”

“Right now? None. My heart is locked up tightly. I won’t open it again. It’s like asking to be hurt.”

“You’ll change your mind about that one day,” Mercy said.

“Nope. Not me. Now let’s go follow the river and see where it goes.”

Sybil laughed. “It goes to the ocean. Are you planning to go that far?”

She laughed at Sybil’s nonsense. “So maybe I’ll see where it comes from.”

Sybil pointed toward the mountains. “From the snow up there.”

“But it’s August. Surely the snow is all melted. So where does the water come from that keeps flowing past the ranch?”

Mercy flung her arms wide. “Who cares? It’s a lovely day. Let’s enjoy it.”

Jayne sighed her agreement. The sun glistened off the rugged mountains and dappled the deciduous trees. A gentle zephyr tickled her skin and danced along the grass. Birds rejoiced from every direction. She breathed deep. “It smells so good. Like the air is full of a thousand wild flowers.”

They followed the river past the pens and along a grassy slope. A few steps farther and they entered a grove of trees.

“We should have brought a gun,” Mercy said. “You could practice your shooting.”

“You don’t think there are enough injured cowboys already?” Sybil asked.

“We could go for one each.”

Jayne knew Mercy was teasing but Sybil gave them both a this-isn’t-amusing look.

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