Extended Epilogue
Three years later
“You’ll never get the saddle cinched that way, Bella. Give it here before you break the poor beast’s ribs,” said Angus, his hands planted at his hips, the stance of a small and self-satisfied general.
Three years later
“You’ll never get the saddle cinched that way, Bella. Give it here before you break the poor beast’s ribs,” said Angus, his hands planted at his hips, the stance of a small and self-satisfied general.