Chapter Eleven
Axel stepped out of the bunkhouse freshly showered with a little spring in his step. Coop had only been moderately pissed off when she discovered that they hadn’t exactly needed to take the horses out last evening. He still maintained it was a better form of transportation than the ATV. Better for the prairie grasses at least. ATVs tore things up and marred the natural beauty of the hills. Call him old-fashioned in that respect, but there was something soul-satisfying about being out on the hills much in the same way his ancestors were.
It had taken him the better part of the morning to get the horses back and the chores done, and then he’d checked in on his interns. By the time he’d returned to the bunkhouse, he’d been a sweaty mess. Coop was right. There would be storms
