Chapter Seven

The afternoon sun peaked through the tree tops as the cab weaved its way down the winding country lane toward Tara’s house. Brandon took in the beauty of the old estate as he rolled down the window for a better look.  The cool breeze felt good on his throbbing head. He raised his hand to the bandage the hospital secured before discharging him.  It gave him the appearance of a battle worn soldier. The tender bump was reduced considerably but it still protruded out amongst the soft gauze.  

He scowled. He had no recollection of how he was injured, no matter how hard he tried. He remembered waiting impatiently in the clearing for Tara.  The next thing he remembered was waking up in the hospital with Tara next to him talking to a member of the hospital staff.  As hard as he tried, he could recall no more. As the cab turned up the drive, he smiled to see his black gelding race through the paddock with Tara’s chestnut mare at his heels.&nbs