The article on “winterizing your home” didn’t hold his attention. He laid the paper aside. This used to be his favorite part of the week, but now his thoughts kept drifting to the Cranwell plans on his office desk. Maria Cranwell had changed the water feature yet again. He took another sip of rich black brew and gazed through the kitchen window out over his pasture. A movement in the adjoining field caught his eye. “What?” In the enclosure near Sid’s horse barn, an angry black horse danced around a sway-backed gray nag. Ross growled and headed for the back porch. He jerked his work boots on, then threw an old coat over his shoulders and stomped through the grass to bring Chance back home. Wet field grass slapped over the top of his boots, soaking his jeans up to the knee. Halfway through Sid’s pasture, Ross stopped. He glanced around trying to get a feel for what was out of place.
