The Scent of Love
The red tin roof reflected the noonday sun. The house sat about halfway up the gentle rolling hill. The quarter horse inched it’s way toward the fence with its head down. The cowboy on its back hadn’t faired much better from the looks of his torn shirt and muddy boots. When the duo finally reached their destination, the cowboy free dedicated his loyal friend and ambled toward his cabin, his refuge. He opened the door, and the smell of fresh…