“You Bought the Wrong Bride,” the Cowgirl Said

“I think something might finally be right, and I don’t quite trust it yet. Winter of ’76, the Oglala Trail north of the Forks, the worst storm anybody on that drive had seen. Does any of that mean something to you?”

Josie’s hands went still on the needle. “There was a rider,” she said, quiet now. The whole shape of her attention changed. “Thrown, half continue reading …