Sleepy Fox Hollow cowboy

It was not the intriguing and angry man, but another who approached. He was friendly and forward in a way she had not expected of somebody who lived here. Perhaps this one had chased off the angry man, although his scent did still linger here. Fiona wondered if the angry stranger had told his comrade about her. It was safer to assume so. This was their turf, as he had made perfectly clear.

A gift for my transgression, she said, eyes downcast to the rabbit. Will you see that it gets to the man who chased me out? She asked for nothing in return, though she shivered when the wind picked up.