The Marshal's Brush with Death: Marshal, Book 3 (Unabridged‪)‬

I came in from the porch where I'd been sitting with my usual morning company, our dog, a collection of cats and chickens. Dee, my emerald-eyed cowgirl, had just made a fresh pot and handed me a fresh cup - hot and black like we both liked it - with her always pleasant smile.

"Thank you, Beautiful," I said to her.

She answered with a warm hug and a welcoming kiss.