One More Sunrise
Chapter One
The lone rider bent low in the saddle as he kept his sleek,
muscular gray roan gelding at a full gallop on the rolling
prairie, leaving small clouds of dust in his wake. Riding due east
toward Cheyenne in the bright morning sunshine, his angular jaw
was set in a grim line.
Beyond the scattered cattle ranches and the foothills behind
him were the towering Rocky Mountains, the lofty peaks taking
their magnificent jagged bite out of the azure Wyoming sky.
Rancher Earl Monroe squinted against the wind produced by
the speed of his horse and said aloud, "You've just got to be in your
office, Dr. Logan. You've just got to be."
At the office of Dr. Jacob Logan on Main Street in Cheyenne, the
doctor's wife-who served as receptionist-busied herself freshening
up the waiting room. At the moment, there were no patients
in the chairs, so she was taking advantage of the lull in appointments
to do a little dusting.
Although she was in her early fifties, lovely Naomi Logan
could easily pass for a woman in her forties. While using the
feather duster adeptly, she was humming a lilting g ... read full excerpt from: One More Sunrise ebook
