Chapter 101

He stepped into the stables and picked up a saddle. His favorite horse, Windsong, nuzzled up to him and he saddled her and bolted off into the night.

Windsong reared up, flailing her forelegs over his head. Colt Healey, the ranch hand, ducked quickly, avoiding the flashing hooves. The sound of her laughter burning in his ears, Carson walked up and grabbed at the reins. Whispering softly to calm down his horse, he glared at his mail order bride.

“I said, Windsong doesn’t need the switch, she’s the best trained horse here.”

“Oh, really.” Delilah grinned mischievously. “I think all animals need to be shown who’s in charge, don’t you?

“No, not when they are well trained.” Carson grated.

“Now get off the saddle before Windsong throws you off her.”

“It looks like you care more for your horse than your wife, Mr. Carson.” Delilah sneered, eyeing the brawny cowboys doing their chores around the ranch.

“For one, she’s got better manners than you, does