VOLUME SIX: A COWBOY AND HIS SWEET SPOT

Carter's ass bounced on the hard seat of his banged-up pickup truck as he drove across the state line into Wyoming. Man, he was tired, and his butt hurt. Riding fourteen hours on the back of a horse was much more comfortable than six on the worn-out seat in the truck.

Mid-November snow was in the air, as well as piled up along buildings and the sides of the road. He was finally heading back to Saddle Creek, Wyoming, the town he'd called ...