LITMIR.BIZ

       Chapter One

      Laurel Quinn drove the all-terrain vehicle over the rough pasture at the Bucking Q Ranch. The ATV was ideal for getting around in the hilly pastureland. In the Colorado winters, the ranch hands had to switch to snowmobiles to find lost cattle. Today, she wasn’t looking for lost calves, but for one runaway stallion. Gripping the steering wheel tighter, she flew over a rise but still kept an eye peeled for the honey-brown-colored quarter horse.

      Sadly, she seemed to have trouble keeping a male, no matter what the species. Right now, though, she had to focus all her attention on the valuable horse, Capture the Wind.

      A stallion was always harder to train, and to keep confined, especially when a mare was in season. And this guy was double the trouble. She’d been thinking about gelding the golden-brown bay if he kept escaping. It was a good thing he’d made some money for his stud service. That was the only thing that saved his sorry hide. She was anxious to see his first foals. Then his price would go up.

      She drove through a group of aspen trees and looked upward at the cloud-speckled sky above the familiar green and brown hues of the Rocky Mountains. Off in the distance were the familiar granite peaks of the Maroon Bell. She loved springtime on the ranch. Nature came to life with new growth and new births. Soon, her newly found twin sister, Brooke, and her husband, neighboring rancher Trent Landry, would be having their first child. A son. They were going to name him Christopher after Trent’s brother, who’d died in a tragic accident years ago. Although a little envious, she was happy for her sister.

      Off in the distance, Laurel spotted the downed fence and slowed the ATV. With a curse, she reached for her cell phone and called the Bucking Q barn. This job was going to be more difficult than she thought. Then she realized this was a border fence. Her horse was now on Rawlins property.

      The ranch foreman answered, “Chet Bradshaw.”

      “Hey, Chet, it’s Laurel. Looks like Wind got over the fence in the south pasture. The posts are rotted out, so could you send out a couple of the guys to repair them? It’s about a mile south of Rainbow Canyon.”

      “Wait for me. I’ll bring Billy along because I don’t want you tangling with the stallion alone.”

      She wasn’t as worried about the horse as the neighbors. “First, I’ve got to find him.” She heard a loud whinny off in the distance. “Gotta go.”

      She tossed her phone on the seat, then eased her vehicle through the opening in the fence. She didn’t think about her trespassing onto Rawlins land, or the fact that the last person she wanted to run into was Kase. She’d known for a while that the prodigal son had returned home.

      Wind whinnied again, and she shot off toward the corral, not knowing if the stallion was injured or trapped or what. All she knew was she had to get to her horse. Her future depended on this animal.

      At one time, she’d known the Rawlins Horse Ranch as well as her dad’s ranch. Gus Rawlins had taught her nearly everything she knew about equines. Then that day ten years ago she’d had her heart broken by Kase... She shook away the memory. Those days were long gone.

      She drove over the uneven ground, praying Wind hadn’t been hurt or caused any more trouble. Maybe if she were lucky, she’d find him before anyone discovered her on the property.

      She heard the familiar whinny again. She drove over the rise to see a corral and there was her horse, his black mane and tail flying as he pranced around the arena as if he owned the place.

      Then she turned her attention to another horse. A glistening chestnut...mare. Oh, no.

      She hit the gas pedal and raced down the hill, hoping to prevent what she knew was about to happen. She stopped at the broken boards of the fence, grabbed Wind’s lead rope off the seat and climbed through the splintered wood. She yelled and waved her arms, but nothing could stop the crazed stallion. Wind raised up on his hind legs and quickly mounted the willing mare. Laurel stuck her fingers in her mouth and let go of a loud whistle as if that would stop this act of nature. Not. “Damn!”

      All she could do was stand back out of the way. There was no finesse about animals mating. They were loud and sometimes brutal as the powerful stallion’s forelegs gripped the mare’s sides and he drove into her body several times.

      Once Wind finished, he dropped back from the other horse. He threw his head back and released a soft whinny, then sauntered over toward her as if he had just taken a stroll in the park.

      She attached the lead rope to Wind’s halter. He blew out a loud breath. “Now you come to me.”

      “It seemed he was a little busy before.”

      Laurel swung around to see the tall, handsome man. His sandy-brown hair under his black cowboy hat was shorter than she remembered, but his deep-set gray eyes could still mesmerize her. The worst thing possible, Kase Rawlins could still make her heart race. She cursed under her breath.

      “Kase? What are you doing here?”

      He folded his large arms over his chest. “I live here.” He walked over to the mare, examined her quickly, took hold of the horse’s halter and walked her to one of the ranch hands. Once the mare was in the barn, he came back to her. With a nod toward her stallion, he said, “I take it this guy belongs to you.”

      Laurel nodded, unable to make eye contact. It had been ten years since her first love took off for college and never came back. “This is Capture the Wind. I’m so sorry about what happened. He got away from my handler. I came after him...but not in time.”

      “You should be sorry.” He nodded toward the horse headed through the barn door. “We had plans to breed Honor’s Promise. Even paid the stud fee.”

      She definitely didn’t have the money to repay him right now. “Well, I didn’t plan this, either. And if it’s any consolation, Wind is registered, and he gets a substantial stud fee.” Which was a stretch, since he hadn’t sired any foals. Yet. She’d had him only a few months, but her mare, Starr Gazer, her best cutter, was pregnant.

      He blinked those steel-gray eyes at her. “You don’t expect me to pay for what just happened here.”

      She tossed her long braid over her shoulder and jammed her hands on her hips. “Of course not, but don’t insult Wind like he’s some mongrel horse that runs wild.”

      Kase couldn’t believe Laurel Quinn would show up here of all places. His gaze couldn’t help but wander over the girl he once knew. It seemed like a million years ago when he was young and arrogant. There was still that deep fire in her green eyes. Damn, if it didn’t have him thinking about all the times they’d been together. Also their last argument before he’d left Hidden Springs.

      Laurel

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