Where the Four Winds Meet, a Humorous Western Super Romance - Page 1

Westward, through the orange sunset threaded with wisps of crimson and purple, a silhouette of the neighboring ranch towered into view - her destination, Crooked River Ranch.  

Trembling with anger, Farrell urged the sorrel Mercury onward - riding at the speed of lightning through the oncoming dusk.  The rifle she fully intended to make use of was lodged into the scabbard, fastened to side-flank of the horse.

Leif Nighthorse had killed her great grandfather Abraham, and Farrell hungered for final vengeance!

Mercury's hooves pounded hard upon the parched earth, leaving a cloud of dust behind them and Farrell supposed that her ramrod, English, was hidden somewhere in the choking mass for he had uselessly tried to stop her back at her ranch.

A vast gate with pristine white palings beckoned her entrance and she ignored the massive ranch house, heading straight for the stables, her reckless unannounced arrival scattering the handful of cowboys milled in the clearing.

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