Shannon Vannatter - Counting On The Cowboy

“And the stars are so bright here. So many of them.”

He scanned the horizon, ashamed he often took the stars for granted. The black curtain sprinkled with sparkling flecks spread for miles. “So, why do you stay there?”

“It’s where I belong. It’s nice to visit the country—hear the sounds, experience the slowed-down lifestyle—but I could never live here. I’d be bored to tears.”

Her statement was a good reminder. For a short time, they’d work together. Then they’d go their separate ways. “I could never live anywhere else.”

“Do you think we put Landry’s mind at ease? With my blurting out the mouse issue.”

“She seemed relieved.” The swing had almost stopped and he pushed off with his boot. “Just wish she wasn’t right about someone trucking mice into the fishing cabin. Maybe I scared him off and the mice will be gone in the morning.”

“Where do you even find so many mice?”

“Good question. Maybe the city dump.”

“We should go there, ask around, see if anyone’s been setting traps.”

With the renewed swaying, a waft of apples caught his senses. “What are you, a detective?”

“I just want this craziness to end. If we don’t get rid of the mice before the Brighton/Anderson wedding, it’ll be a disaster.”

“The cabin’s caulked as tight as a storm shelter and the locks have been changed. I think the mice invasion is over.”

“Maybe so. But if someone’s trying to sabotage the dude ranch, they’ll come up with another way. He broke into the cabin.” The quiver in her voice tugged at him. “What if the ranch house is next?”

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