Cam didn’t rein Curly in until they reached the top of the mountain looming over the ranch, working up through a notch in the black basalt cliffs that edged the rim. From that vantage point, he turned to watch his guest. Bunching solid muscles, Josie dug sturdy hooves into the loose rubble and scrambled gamely up the last steep stretch of the trail. Cam noticed C.J. gave her mount plenty of rein and held on, letting the mule take her time and pick her exact path. That was wise. At least she’d listened to what he’d said, a good sign.
C.J. checked Josie right beside him. So far the blonde looked as pert and perky as ever. For a socialite, which she obviously was, she was holding up surprisingly well. She made a slow turn in her saddle and scanned the panorama spread out below. The whole San
