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MICAH
Colt rode ahead to the cabin to see if anyone was there. By the time I rode up, hopped down and helped Lacey off the horse, he’d come back out, grabbed the reins of his horse and mine.
“Empty,” he shouted over the pouring rain. “Get inside.”
With a hand on her waist, I ran with Lacey up the two steps and onto the small porch and out of the rain.
“What is this place?” she asked, taking off her hat. The tip of her ponytail dripped water down her back.
“Hawk’s Landing has several cabins in the backcountry,” I said loudly since the rain pounded the tin roof. Removing my own hat, placing it on one of the two Adirondack chairs. “Guests can hike or horseback ride up here, spend the night.”
Colt had left the front door open and she peeked inside.
“This is not roughing it,” she comm
