Dusty's heart panged a twinge when she saw the bullwhip strapped to the saddle of one of the horses tied to the corral fence. Why today? She wondered. Why was her memory tarrying on that young cowhand from five years ago...Dusty's heart panged a twinge when she saw the bullwhip strapped to the saddle of one of the horses tied to the corral fence. Why today? She wondered. Why was her memory tarrying on that young cowhand from five years ago? ]"Well]now," A deep, masculine voice said from behind her, "If it ain't miss Dusty Britches " Dusty felt the color drain from her face]felt the blood seem to drain from the rest of her body and puddle in her feet.