Author: | Susie Drougas | ISBN: | 9781310820212 |
Publisher: | Susie Drougas | Publication: | December 11, 2015 |
Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
Author: | Susie Drougas |
ISBN: | 9781310820212 |
Publisher: | Susie Drougas |
Publication: | December 11, 2015 |
Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
Language: | English |
Dusty Rose goes back to the Pasayten Wilderness in September to help his Uncle Bob with his outfit in high hunt camp. The mountains give Dusty a lot of time to think.
Being in a relationship scared the hell out of him. He couldn’t think of anything else that put that kind of fear into him. Not having a grizzly pass within feet of him or having to face off a mountain lion and shoot him in the air at mid pounce. No, he shook his head, this was much scarier.
Dusty stood rooted to the floor facing her. Looking at her in earnest, he finally said, “Cassie, I’m not very good at this, but I would like to see you again.”
When two of Uncle Bob’s top paying clients demand to hunt at the remote
Pasayten Airstrip, Dusty and Mike volunteer to guide them. Little did they know the
trip would bring them into a collision course with their past and nearly cost them their lives.
Slowly he made his way through the brush and then between the trees and found the small herd of horses grazing—but still no Mike. Dusty snapped a lead on Muley and one on the black quarter horse. “Mike,” he called again loudly. Then listened, watching Scout. His dog’s ears were forward, but he wasn’t moving. Fear clutched Dusty’s heart at the thought of something happening to his friend. He knew he needed to remain calm. Maybe Mike had gotten turned around in the snow and darkness. Anything could have happened. He needed to get the horses to camp and then he’d come back out and look.
Dusty Rose goes back to the Pasayten Wilderness in September to help his Uncle Bob with his outfit in high hunt camp. The mountains give Dusty a lot of time to think.
Being in a relationship scared the hell out of him. He couldn’t think of anything else that put that kind of fear into him. Not having a grizzly pass within feet of him or having to face off a mountain lion and shoot him in the air at mid pounce. No, he shook his head, this was much scarier.
Dusty stood rooted to the floor facing her. Looking at her in earnest, he finally said, “Cassie, I’m not very good at this, but I would like to see you again.”
When two of Uncle Bob’s top paying clients demand to hunt at the remote
Pasayten Airstrip, Dusty and Mike volunteer to guide them. Little did they know the
trip would bring them into a collision course with their past and nearly cost them their lives.
Slowly he made his way through the brush and then between the trees and found the small herd of horses grazing—but still no Mike. Dusty snapped a lead on Muley and one on the black quarter horse. “Mike,” he called again loudly. Then listened, watching Scout. His dog’s ears were forward, but he wasn’t moving. Fear clutched Dusty’s heart at the thought of something happening to his friend. He knew he needed to remain calm. Maybe Mike had gotten turned around in the snow and darkness. Anything could have happened. He needed to get the horses to camp and then he’d come back out and look.