Chapter 140

Logan loved running in the cold as wolf, the feel of it against his coat like the edge of a sharp knife. It heightened all his senses and made his blood pump faster. He had to remind himself that this wasn't an outing for fun alone, that he had a purpose and a goal. He needed to scout the area at night before taking Rebecca out on horseback in the daylight.

The idea of the horses had come to him while they were studying the maps Rance Danvers had brought over, as well as the aerial photography Ric sent to them. There were a number of areas where snowmobiles would be tricky and ATVs too cumbersome. Places where there were huge stands of Lodgepole pines rising from carpets of Bluebunch wheatgrass and rough fescue. The pastureland was covered with the same grasses as well as Idaho fescue. He knew how important it was to manage forested ecosystems that were used for grazing. Every rancher in Montana did. At least in his area.