Chapter 157 WARM QUILT

POV: Isobel 

The day unfurled like a worn quilt spread across the Tennessee hills, chores stitched one against the next. Saddles creaked, leather worn supple with years of sweat and sun, as Ryder swung up onto Harley. Isobel settled astride Annie, her seat still learning but steady, the mare patient...

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