Chapter 110

The last spot of caked-on oatmeal in the pot was on the receiving end of Mari's mounting frustrations. Because the bunk house and most of their possessions were lost, the ranch hands and wranglers slept under the stars on their saddle blankets and woke up sore, grumpy, and ravenous. She couldn't get breakfast on the table fast enough, and the men were fed and gone before she even had a chance to stop and breathe.

Not that she wanted to breathe. She could easily dig herself a shallow grave and die. What was she thinking last night when she ventured to Ty's room? She wasn't thinking, that was the problem. She'd heard his heavy, tired footsteps down the hallway, and all she could do was go to him, concern for him beating at her heart.