One Shot With A Different Kind Of Powder
The ranger quivers as he approaches the barn. He peers over the hay bales at the deputy’s horse. The barn doors swing open and his daughter walks in. Her long blonde hair and emerald green eyes were a spitting image of his wife. He strides over to an old lead rope that she used to lunge the horse with not even ten minutes ago. It was still warm in his hands. He goes for the challenge and roped her up like a breakaway roping competition. Her hands and feet were tangled together in the air as she laid flat on her stomach.