For the Mistletoe
Once upon a time… silent intruders came out of the frosty night, their greedy eyes upon the horses. Kirnan’s big paint stallion, Cinco, was prize enough to warrant a thief risking his personal well being, and the Catcher’s fast black gelding was not an undesirable commodity. As always, Kirnan moved quickly for a man his size and, before the Catcher could blink fully awake, the gunman was out of his blankets and off into the moonless night, nothing but starlight on the frosty cloud left by his...