Chapter 7
Saddle leather creaked as Asher and Bowie rode through the thick blanket of snow, their horses moving at a comfortable place. Neither of them spoke as clouds raced across the sky. The late December day was chilly yet bearable. The ride had been impromptu, the two of them striking out on a favorite trail, Asher on his beloved Titan and Bowie riding an Appaloosa gelding named Fidget. The whole trip had, in fact, been Bowie’s idea, the cowboy strolling casually into the house like he owned the place. In some ways, Asher admitted, his best friend was like the brother he never had, though he did love his sister so.
When Bowie had suggested they head out on the range, Asher suspected there might be something on his mind. Yet here they were, miles of ground covered and not even so muc
