His Cowgirl Bride
"Stay, Birdy," Tacy Jones told her blue-heeler as the truck carrying six colts in need of saddle breaking pulled up the drive. The driver gave her a thumbs-up when she waved and pointed toward the corral next to the barn. He swung the long trailer around in the dusty yard, then backed up to the gates. Dry dirt rose around the wheels as the heavy trailer came to a halt. Tacy jumped from the porch and jogged toward the corral as Birdy tore across the yard.
At the edge of the trailer, Birdy dropped to the ground and waited. Working cattle or horses was in the dog's blood, but she wouldn't act unless given the go-ahead. Like Tacy, she watched the horses stirring inside the trailer.
"Not today, girl," Tacy said, standing at the back of the trailer. "Looks like a good group," she called as the stout driver rolled out of the cab and headed past her to open the doors.
"Yeah, that's what I thought when I picked them up in Amarillo. They're not real fond of people, though. Even halter-broke like they are, they're trouble."
"They look a little jumpy. You want me to help lead them out?" Tacy asked.
The driver held up a hand for her ... read full excerpt from: His Cowgirl Bride ebook
