page_221

< previous page | page_221 | next page >

Page 221

| Chapter Seventeen |

| As Sasha stepped out onto the porch with a dish of food for Lightning, hoping that the dingo pup might choose this day to return home, she flinched and glanced quickly up when lightning flared across the purple sky. The wind was still. The morning was oppressive with a sultry, muggy weight to it. |

| "That's sweet of you to place fresh food on the porch every day for Lightning," Ashton said, reining his horse to a stop close to the porch. He leaned his full weight against his saddle horn, smiling down at Sasha. "And you're right to. She will come home." |

| Sasha stooped and placed the dish on the porch, then straightened back up, touched with a deep sadness over the loss of the special animal. "I can't help but think that someone is responsible for her being gone," she murmured, reaching to smooth |

< previous page | page_221 | next page >