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During the sun-washed days of Mustang Summer, three misfits, each trying to escape the past, ultimately learn the past is exactly that—the past—and the only thing that matters is today.
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Ramona Raven is determined to find redemption from a past wherein she allowed men to control her, with often disastrous results. When she dreams of a wild gray stallion, in keeping with her Cherokee beliefs, Ramona sees the dream as prophetic. She must find the horse. She realizes, however, that in order to do so, she will need help. Help arrives in the form of a has-been rodeo rider named Austin Cahill, a man who is desperately trying to escape his own past, one clouded by the death of his wife and child, as well as a mountain of gray hide, muscle, and bone that destroyed his ability to ride any horse breathing. Although burdened with Killian Russell, the learning-disabled teenage runaway he has been harboring from the law, Austin yet joins forces with Ramona, and the three of them embark upon a journey that will change their lives forever.
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Standing six-three without his cowboy boots, Austin was still as lean, wiry, and hard as he’d been in youth; and beneath his signature Stetson, his hair remained just as thick and wavy, even if the once coal black tresses had turned to silver. Never a handsome man, at least in the “pretty boy” sense of the word, neither was he homely, for his features were too finely chiseled, his nose a little too patrician, to earn him such a designation; nevertheless, there was a certain rawboned austerity about his face that made other men think twice about crossing him and sometimes caused women to look the other way, though, more often than not, the opposite sex seemed to find a certain attractiveness in his roughhew exterior. Or at least they did once they glanced into his eyes. The same clear vivid blue as a Montana sky in spring, they were his best feature, and just by gazing long and hard at a woman, he could make her feel as if she were the most luscious, desirable creature on earth, which for him she was, if only for the moment.
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