The ever-present Wyoming wind gusted, tugging on Amelia’s skirts and blowing the long strands of the black gelding’s tail to the side. “Marshal, what brings you out here?”
Taylor sat still as a statue. “Everything all right, Amy?”
His question startled her more than his unexpected visit. “Why would you ask that?”
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