The town of had never seen a horse arrive quite like the one that thundered into its main street that evening. The creature’s hooves kicked up a storm of grit, and its rider—tall, lean, with eyes as blue as a high‑altitude sky—took the reins with a calm that seemed out of place amid the townsfolk’s murmurs.
West knelt and placed his hand on the river’s edge. The liquid seemed to respond, rippling outward as if acknowledging his presence. The coat’s inner pocket, still open, emitted a soft, golden glow, as if the notebook were absorbing some of the river’s energy. ---- Coat West Lucina Romance 3
“I never knew my father was involved in… this,” Lucina whispered. “All I ever heard about my family was the stories of the drought that killed the cattle, the fights with the railroads, and the love for this land.” The town of had never seen a horse