Raking a hand through his blonde hair, he watched the moving silhouette in the arena. Stepping onto the bottom rail of the fence he settled his hat on his head in an effort to shield his eyes from the fall sun.
The woman reined the buckskin gelding towards the intruder, offering him a flash of a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
“You’re a long way from where you should be.”
His eyes never wavered from hers.
“You know damn well this is where I should be!”
“You don’t belong here. Never have, and you never will.” She taunted.
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