Arriving at the ranch a couple of hours early, Rafe unloaded the sorrel colt he’d been working with for the last few months and quickly tacked him up. He cornered Bob in the barn and asked the old cowboy if he’d ride with him and show him the place where he’d found Rance. “Well, I don’t see any point in it, but sure. Just let me tell Mesa I’m going with ya. She’s worried herself into a tizzy about something going wrong and ruining Rance’s shindig. I told her that Rance is just so damned glad that he’s home and looking forward to seeing all his old friends again that nothing short of the Second Coming could keep him…..hell, even if that happened, he’d enjoy it.” The old man wandered off looking for Mesa while Rafe quickly gathered the equipment he’d planned to take with him and secured it to his saddle. When Bob appeared again, he was leading a saddled horse and Mesa was walking with him. The sight of her quickened his heart. She looked so good in a pair of snug Wrangler jeans, her boots, a sleeveless tank top, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail that hung out above the snap band of her pink Duck Dynasty camo cap. He frowned at his dog who greeted her with a wagging tail. Traitor.
