Wildfire
Somewhere ahead, a branch rustled. Pebbles clattered down a rocky slope.Tessa McAllister reined her horse to a stop, settling him with a calming hand at his neck. He blew hard through his nostrils, his muscles tense as he edged sideways on the narrow trail.
Around the next bend, she remembered, the path widened as it crossed a lane leading to an isolated cabin, then it disappeared into a heavy stand of pines. Early evening was prime time for wildlife activity, and there could be anything lurking just out of sight.
A mountain lion.
A mama bear and cubs.
A moose protecting her calf—aggressive and more unpredictable than a bear, though at least it wouldn't eat people.
Whatever it was, Dusty wanted no part of it. And with loose rock on the trail and a thousand-foot drop only inches away, backing up would be a dangerous option. "Easy, babe," she murmured, reaching down to unbuckle the strap on her rifle scabbard.
He threw his head and fought the bit, flecks of foamy saliva flying, his tail lashing in agitation as he danced in place.
It was likely that the "predator" ahead was on two feet instead of four—though even the human kind could be dangerous, giv ... read full excerpt from Wildfire ebook
