Tramp Women: Saddle

By nightfall, they had reached the shack. It was little more than a stack of rotting cedar logs and a stone chimney, but to them, it was a palace.

Should I add a to the story, like a runaway or a sheriff? I can expand this story in whatever direction you choose! Saddle Tramp Women

The sun was dropping low over the Chihuahuan Desert, turning the vast expanse of Texas scrub and rock into a canvas of bruised purple and burning gold. Nora adjusted her grip on the leather reins, feeling the steady, rhythmic shift of her buckskin horse, Dusty. Behind her, Martha rode a stout bay that had seen more miles than most men in the territory. By nightfall, they had reached the shack