Lanice Boudreaux is a romantic. He's been searching for a cowboy to call his own since he turned twenty-one. But now, at the age of forty, he's yet to find him. Close to giving up the chase, little does Lanice know that what he craves has been right under his nose all along. It takes a randy Sheriff, his lovesick foreman, and a little wakeup call from Ernie Trevine for Lanice to realize love can find you at any age, even when you're oblivious. Time to save a horse and ... well, you know.

Save a Horse

“Sheriff,” I greeted him and shook his hand.


“Lanice.” I manfully suppressed a shiver. His grip was firm and warm, and I ignored the way he filled out his uniform shirt and jeans to absolute, button-busting perfection. Well I tried to, anyway.


“Thanks for stopping by, Nicholas. Jonah usually stays around the ranch buildings but I’m a little worried that he’s wandered off so far this time. Maybe he’s getting senile.”


“It happens, unfortunately. Got the horses ready?” he asked, and I nodded.


We made our way to where Peaches and Herb—I had a soft spot for the duo—were saddled and ready for action. I sent a quick text on my cell phone to Ernie so he’d know where I was, then Nicholas and I mounted our horses and headed out.


The ride through the fields was mostly silent, except for the sounds of nature around us. The Rockies before us were majestic, and it always hit me just how beautiful it was here, on this land


Chapter 3