Homecoming (Sweet Hearts of Sweet Creek Book 1) by Carolyne Aarsen

Author:Carolyne Aarsen [Aarsen, Carolyne]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
ISBN: 9780994049858
Publisher: Misty Ridge Publishing
Published: 2017-11-07T05:00:00+00:00

Mark dismounted, looking over his shoulder gauging the hours until sunset. Glancing around the site, he noted with approval the firm hitching rails and clear camping area. He hadn’t had the time to supervise Rob, and he’d sent him up here right after the haying was done. He’d done a good job.

Mark tied up his mount and pack horse, easing the cinch on his saddle for now.

“I’ll get you something to eat in a bit, Toby.” He stroked his horse’s nose, stepping back as the animal tried to rub the side of his head against him. “Just settle down, now,” he warned with a smile. He walked around to his pack horse, loosening the rope, keeping a lookout for Sheryl.

One by one riders pulled in, laughing, chattering. Horses shook and blew, riders dismounted, stretching, groaning.

“Watch that horse, Jennifer,” Mark called out to his niece as she dismounted. “He’s a little too interested in the ground for my liking.”

Her father, Allen, looked up and jogged over. “Whoa, you mongrel.” He caught him by the bridle. “Don’t you go rolling over on my best riding saddle.” He held the horse a moment while his daughter dismounted, then tied him up.

“The tents are on Brad’s pack horse,” Mark said to Allen, pulling the tarp off his own. “Get the girls to set them up while we unpack these horses. Those teenagers can help.”

He carefully untied the boxes, making sure he took the same weight off each side to keep the pack frame from slipping. By the time Elise pulled up, all the boxes and containers were off the horse, lying in a neat pile.

“Working already, brother?” she asked, dismay tingeing her voice as she looked down.

“Don’t wimp out on me now, sister. We’re hungry, and since you’re the chief cook, we have to wait for you.”

Elise slipped off her horse with a groan. “Well, the least you can do is take care of this poor critter for me. I’ll see what’s on the menu for tonight.”

Mark caught the reins, looking up just as Sheryl rode in, a curious half smile on her face.

He had spent most of the afternoon glancing past his family to the end of the train, catching only glimpses of her blond hair as it caught rays of the sun through the gentle dapple of the pine trees. Now that she was in front of him, he felt suddenly tongue-tied, an unfamiliar feeling for an Andrews.

“This really is God’s country,” she sighed as she slipped off her horse, running her pack horse’s rope through her hands.

He smiled at her as she brought her horses around to the hitching rail.

“So how does it feel to be back up in the mountains?” he asked, watching her slim hands working at the latigo of her saddle, pulling it loose, her head bent. He half turned, still watching her, resisting the temptation to kiss her exposed neck.

She paused a moment, looking up again. “I’ve forgotten how much I missed this.” Her voice caught on

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