Jenny sighed and reined Maverick onto the trail bordering the canyon; her twin, Matt, plodding along behind. Their saddlebags bulged with a week’s worth of supplies. She tugged off her wide-brimmed hat and swiped sweat from her brow with a shrug of her shoulder. They were still several miles away from the ranch by road, but only a little more than a quarter-mile directly across the chasm. Close enough to see laundry flapping on the line in the packed dirt yard out