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    A pole kitty with a long white stripe down the middle of her back came charging out the bushes, followed by two baby skunks. The mother, obviously frightened for her young, hurried away from Sabrina, unknowingly straight toward Cassie.
    Seconds ticked away as Sabrina watched the unfolding scene in dismay, instinctively knowing what was about to happen, whiffing preparing herself for the worst. Cassie, seeing the skunks, whinnied in alarm and fright
    The mother skunk took one look at Cassie and turned her tail in defense, protecting her young ones. Cassie didn’t have a chance. An odorous perfume filled the air while the poor horse shrilled in distress, and then fled in fright. Pounding hooves and a flashing red tail left Sabrina afoot with a mad mamma polecat and two little ones.
    The mother turned her babies away, sending them scurrying back toward Sabrina. Realizing the danger of being aromatized herself, Sabrina ran in the only direction open to her; into the pool of water.
    Her wet boots slipped on a rock and Sabrina braced herself as her buttocks smacked against the bottom of the muddy basin.
    Up to her neck in the middle of the pond, she watched as the family went crashing into the thick undergrowth, disappearing, leaving behind a wet stranded Sabrina and a pungent aroma.
    “Oh!” Sabrina cried in frustration as she stood dripping wet. The vile-smelling stench hung in the air surrounding the pool, coating and suffocating her with its odor.
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    L eaning back in his saddle , enjoying the warm spring day, Patrick was in no hurry to arrive at the Big C. He had thought all night long about what Jed had revealed regarding the ranch and the problems he was encountering, only to conclude he wanted no part of Jed’s troubles, but most of all no part of Sabrina.
    A high-pitched scream startled Patrick, and automatically he reached for his revolver. Kicking his horse into a gallop, he observed a red mare galloping out of the grove of trees just ahead. The same grove of trees where he used to meet Sabrina. Whatever had spooked the mare was waiting in that grove.
    Patrick leaned low over his horse, his gun drawn, and the roan cantered to the pond. Fearful of riding into an ambush, Patrick’s every nerve was alert for the slightest noise. Entering the grove, he beheld a sight that so stunned him, he almost dropped his revolver.
    Sabrina stood, hands on her hips, soaking wet in the shimmering pond as rivulets of water trickled down her shirt and pants. Her face was drawn together in a grimace and he thought he detected a groan. The air around her was rank with the smell of a skunk and Patrick couldn’t’ help himself as his chest shook with laughter.
    She was dressed in a man’s pants and shirt, and the wet clothes were like an artist’s painting, brushed over her skin, her figure amply displayed. The air rushed from his lungs, leaving him breathless. Suddenly it wasn’t funny.
    Gone was the dusty girl from yesterday, and in her place was a wood nymph. Lips the color of fresh strawberries were set in a heart-shaped face. Her breasts were silhouetted through her shirt, just the size to fit his hand. She had a small waist, shapely hips, and legs that seemed to stretch on forever.
    “You can quit staring anytime,” Sabrina haughtily informed him, her cheeks scarlet as she marched out of the pond.
    Patrick sniffed. “Do you always wear this perfume or is this something new?” He paused, chuckling with laughter. “Perfume le skunk.”
    Sabrina shook her head. “Go ahead. Have a good laugh. Cassie got sprayed by that polecat, and she’s taken off for home!”
    Patrick’s chuckles filled the small glade as Sabrina looked on, fury etched into her face. “From the smell of it, Cassie’s not the only one who’s been sprayed.”
    “I wasn’t sprayed, just chased.” Sabrina looked down at her wet clothes. “What a mess.”
    A warm breeze blew the blonde wisps of hair around Sabrina’s face. Her hair was gathered