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“An hour?” shemuch”

“You sassy little—” He wasn’t allowed to finish the rest, as she pulled his head down to kiss him

Epilogue

Frorass to fences,

A lotta things have passed,

But one thing that’s for certain

This Calder range will last

1902

In the early ht, Benteen led the two saddled horses to the cas froon It wasn’t as good as Rusty’s coffee had been She sie who had taken his place She missed the irascible, white-whiskered cook There wasn’t anyone to tell her where she should look for the “wildflowers” growing He had died peacefully in his sleep one night—just slipped away She regretted that she hadn’t told him how much she liked him, but it always seemed there was time

Conscious of Benteen’s gaze on her, Lorna shook off the faint sadness and smiled His eyes darkened as they ran over her A pair of pants fit snugly over her hips, softly curved hips created for a man’s pleasure by the wise Maker The deni noise as she walked to meet him She was just as slender and beautiful as the day he’d h considerably ht with a hint of a smile

He handed her the reins to a blaze-faced roan, observing, “I think you come on these roundups just so you have an excuse to wear pants” He liked her in the he intended to admit to her

“I think you askedthem,” Lorna returned saucily, and hopped to step her foot in the stirrup, swinging easily into the saddle

It was athe way the material stretched to outline her firm buttocks She continued to stir hi

Benteen s off the first ti to be a te Give a woman an inch, and she takes a mile” But he smiled when he said it “You do know everyone in the Stockmen’s Association talks about the way you ride around like a man?”

“I don’t knohy they should talk,” Lorna declared “I’m not the only woman who rides astride”