No matter how hard or far he rode, she clung to his skin like the smell of sleep. His soul bore her brand, the wound deep and blackened and scarred over.

Reading this book was like watching a movie - every scene was perfectly described and I really felt enveloped in the atmosphere for the story. 

I loved the characters and the setting, but some aspects fell flat. For such short a book, there was so much repetition. (He’s a stranger to her now, she said vaqueros shouldn’t speak to her and slammed a door in his face.) Those repetitive lines and thought patterns of the main characters made for a very angsty romance, which can work, but here I felt like the ink would have been better used to flesh out more of the other plot lines. 

Nena’s refusal to stand up to her parents would have made more sense if we saw more of her father’s abuse, instead of mostly hearing about how he’s disliked and feared.