Painted Montana Sky: A Montana Sky Series Novella - Plot & Excerpts
Tyler welcomed the warmth of the sun on his shoulders, the scent of new growth in the air. Although he usually took the beauty of his ranch for granted, on a fine spring day after a long winter, he couldn’t help but appreciate God’s handiwork. The distant mountains, still snowcapped, a velvet-green spread of new grass, a blue, blue sky, and a rushing river, swollen with snowmelt and full of trout… Yes, I’m blessed, indeed. He eyed his horse and Oliver’s pony grazing under some cottonwoods, and then checked on his son who’d tossed a net into the water, making sure the boy kept his feet planted on dry land. At age six, Oliver enjoyed playing with a net better than using a fishing pole. Not that they could use poles today, anyway. In snowmelt water, deep and swift, the fish couldn’t see the bait. Behind him, a campfire burned, sending puffs of smoke into the air, ready to cook their meal and warm them up if they became wet. And judging how he’d grabbed Oliver a time or two before he unbalanced into the river, getting wet was inevitable.
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