A Ranch for His Family. Hope Navarre

paced wide-eyed with her head high and trailing the reins. Her chest was bathed in lathered sweat and flecks of foam. Ellie gave up trying to catch her and hurried to the truck.

      “Oh, thank goodness. You have to help me find him.”

      Robyn stepped out of the truck. “Find who? What’s wrong?”

      “It’s Neal. He rode out hours ago, and his horse just came in without him.”