By Delores Fossen
Copyright 2012 Delores Fossen
Cross Heart, Texas, 1889
The demon-gray stallion came at her hard and fast. The rider had the horse in a full gallop, its hooves chopping into the frozen ground. In the cold white moonlight, Elaina McCade saw the man's duster lash through the air like a bullwhip.
She dropped the firewood on the porch and hurried inside to watch from the window. He pulled up, reining in the stallion, and in the same motion, he dismounted. He stormed toward the house.
"Damn him," she whispered.
Hayes Donegan shouldn't have come. This would be hard enough without having to face him.