With the glow of sunset still dazzling his eyes, Chaz paused at the doorway of the barn. The big double doors stood half-open, wide enough for a man on horseback to ride inside. When the winter winds blew blizzards of snow, that would happen, Sombra had told him. They’d saddle and unsaddle inside, and many of the horses would be in stalls instead of out in the big corral.
He took a step forward, still unable to see into the black depths. Suddenly a loop came whistling out of nowhere and settled over his shoulders. As the lariat pulled tight, he stumbled forward, arms pinned to his sides. He still couldn’t see, but the relentless tug would not let him wait any longer. Disconcerted and all but blind, he simply staggered into the darkness, wondering what was going to happen next.
Chaz heard
