Chapter 1Northern Nevada
Summer 1886
Lenore “Nellie” Campbell brought up the rear. Swiping dust off her face with a bandana already saturated with sweat and caked with red dirt, she sighed. Ain’t it just like Pa to put me riding drag.
They’d been beating the brush all day, running out every bang-tailed, half-wild mare and colt they could find, as well as rounding up all the better quality mares the wild stud had stolen. So far the real quarry had not showed. She almost prayed he never did.
Pa swore this time he’d get that dad-blamed red stud hoss, if it was the last thing he did. Jack Campbell had sent out all but three of the Bar Lazy C cowboys to go horse hunting. Of course, Nellie went, too. There wasn’t much in the way of ranch chores that she didn’t take part in. She could ride, r
