The Sheriff Of Sage Bend
"YOU HAVEN'T BEEN yourself lately, Shannon." Miranda Ward studied her sister's drawn expression.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Shannon feigned grave interest in her reflection as she swept her black hair into a ponytail and tied it with a scrunchie that had seen better days. "Can't a person want a little time alone without something being wrong?" She turned to face Miranda in the riding stable's tiny bathroom, nearly colliding with her.
"I know you better than that." Her sister stepped out of the way. "But if you don't want to tell me what it is, I guess I can't make you."
Shannon brushed past her, moving through their mother's office and on into the barn. "I'm going riding," she said. "We'll talk when I get back, okay?"
"Come on, let me go with you. Chet and Sam can hold the fort until Mom gets back from the feed store."
"Nope. Thanks anyway." Shannon waved over her shoulder as she headed for a nearby stall.
Undeterred, Miranda watched while her sister saddled her big bay gelding, Poker. "I was hoping you'd tell me about that phone call you got last night."
Shannon whirled back to her. "You were listening?" Her gaz ... read full excerpt from The Sheriff of Sage Bend ebook
