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Today we have an excerpt from Dawn’s Desire, Prairie Smoke Ranch #1!
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“So, are they really bones?” Landon asked, his voice pulling me out of the mental pit I had fallen into. I sighed, tipped my old black Stetson off my sweaty brow, and shrugged. The owner of the Prairie Smoke Ranch gave me a flat look. “That wasn’t helpful at all.”
I glanced from the wealthy ex-hockey player to the now idle Bobcat parked right where we’d wanted to install a windmill watering system for the Angus cattle we raised.
“I’m not sure. Perry seems to think so,” I replied then took a step closer to the layers of hard sandstone that now lay exposed to the hot June sun.
“But you’re the ranch foreman,” Landon argued. He was worried. I could tell by the set of his firm jaw and the unease in his gray eyes. “You’re supposed to know all everything.”
That made me chuckle. Sure, I knew a lot stuff. About ranching and money and anguish. About dinosaur bones? Not so much.
“They could be bones from cattle,” I offered. The small circle of men in worn denim, tank tops, and dusty cowboy hats grew tighter around the unexpected find. Perry shook his head, rising from where he’d been kneeling beside the hole in the ground.
“Nope, don’t think so, Boss.” Perry wiped his hands on the seat of his Wranglers and turned bright blue eyes my way. “They’re too old, I think. They’re too weathered. And this one here,” he waved a gloved hand at the big bone we’d snapped in half with the bucket of the excavator,” that’s just too big for anything that’s roaming around here now.”
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