Her Lone Star Cowboy. Debra Clopton

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       Turning, she searched the horizon, squinting against the wind and rain pelting her face. Spying a rooftop in the distance, her heart jumped with a rush of hope.

       It was pretty far off and the lightning was bad. Still, she knew despite the risk she needed to seek help there.

       The only other choice though was to get in the truck and wait for someone to come by. With the calves bawling louder, Gabi stood there contemplating what to do. The situation was worsening by the second.

       Her mouth went dry as panic crept over her.

      Take action!

       She could not just sit there and wait for someone to come rescue her. Gabi pushed her hair out of her eyes and decided cutting cross-country to the house was her best chance.

       Drenched from head to toe, she started toward the water. Then she hesitated. Should she let the calves out of the trailer? She decided getting back here with help was still her best possibility, and so she continued down to the edge of the rushing water.

       Sticking her foot into the water, she braced herself then trudged forward. The water was higher than she’d realized, the ditch much deeper. Struggling against the rushing water, she managed to make it across without taking a plunge. Lightning exploded across the sky and thunder boomed just as she started up the incline—

       The fierceness of it was startling and took Gabi’s breath. She slipped and fell to her knees. Gasping, unable to catch her balance, she plunged straight toward the rushing water!

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       Jess Holden couldn’t believe what he was seeing! The trailer was in a dangerous position, but it was the woman careening toward the rushing water that had him slamming on his brakes.

       Bursting from his truck at a dead run, he slipped on the wet clay mud but held his balance as he went down on bent knee and skated the incline like a runner sliding feet first into home plate. She’d just started trying to regain her balance after hitting the water, but the current and the slick mud weren’t cooperating. She lost her footing again and the water carried her swiftly downstream. Her head went under and her hands flailed above water. Jess staggered through the water after her, grabbed for her but missed. Diving for her again, he snagged the first thing he could reach—the collar of her shirt! Dragging her up out of the water, she coughed and sputtered, twisting around as her feet scrambled to find purchase in the muddy water.

       “It’s okay,” he yelled over the wind. “I’ve got you.” Holding his ground in the rising water, he seized her around the waist and hauled her up and out. Her feet came free of her boots as he slung her over his shoulder.

       “What are you doing?” the woman sputtered. “Put me down. My boots!”

       Concentrating on keeping them both upright, he held tight and turned back the way he’d come. “I’m saving you, lady, that’s what I’m doing.”

       “But my boots. They’re—” She struggled like a wildcat in a tote sack.

       When he made it to the top of the muddy incline, he set her loose.

       She immediately put distance between them. “I could have done that myself,” she snapped, pushing a wild mass of wet hair out of her face. She had mud on her cheek that the rain quickly washed away.

       “Are you kidding me? You weren’t doing so well, and I wasn’t taking any chances.” Ignoring her anger, he turned his attention to the trailer and the unhappy animals staring at him.

       “We need to get them out of here. What were you doing on the other side of that ditch anyway?” Jess asked, shaking his head.

       “I was crossing the pasture to get help at that ranch, that’s what.” She waved a hand in the direction of the ridiculously distant house. “I couldn’t get the trailer unstuck and I needed to get help for these little guys.”

       “Crossing a pasture during a thunderstorm like this—not smart,” he scolded. “That trailer is down for the count right now.” He strode toward his truck. The clueless woman trailed him.

       “I know that. But I couldn’t get it unstuck by myself. What should we do?”

       The storm raged and he gauged the angry-looking sky. Flash flood and tornado warnings were in effect all over the area. “We’re getting out of here. That’s what.”

       Her eyes flared wide. “But you can’t just leave them—” She stuck her hand on his chest.

       He chuckled, despite the dire situation then, sidestepping her, he yanked open the back door of his double-cab truck. Quickly he flipped up his seats, then winked at the bedraggled gal as he backtracked past her in an attempt to ease her alarm. It was hard to tell what she really looked like with her hair being plastered to her face. Her big eyes widened at his wink.

       “You’re going to put them in there?” she asked, slipping and sliding to keep up with him.

       “Yep, that’s the plan,” he drawled.

       When he got the latch up on the trailer, she automatically grasped the door and held it open for him. Easing inside, careful not to slip, Jess grabbed the nearest calf and hoisted it into his arms.

       After he got the first terrified calf in the truck, she was waiting at the trailer, ready to open the door for him when he went in for the second baby.

       In a matter of minutes, working together they had both dripping-wet calves in the backseat area of his truck cab. Lightning crackled across the sky as they finally slid into the front seat and slammed the doors against the storm.

       “I’m Jess Holden,” he said the second they hit the road.

       “I’m Gabi Newberry,” she practically yelled over the wailing calves. “Thanks for coming along when you did.”

       Finally relaxing a bit, he shot her a grin. “You’re welcome. But listen, the next time you get caught in the middle of a storm like this or even just a lightning storm, don’t take off across open pasture. You were asking to get yourself killed back there.” He’d lost his hat somewhere out in the storm so he took one hand off the wheel long enough to sweep his wet hair from his eyes.

       Her big eyes narrowed as he glanced at her. He hadn’t noticed before but they were a sharp, clear John Deere green and looked almost unreal as they caught the flash of lightning that lit the sky in front of them. Her skin was a soft gold, having gotten some color back after he had first snatched her from the water. She sort of resembled Gwyneth Paltrow. In short, wet hair and all, the woman sitting in the truck beside him was beautiful. Though the hike of her brow at the comment told him there was more spunk in those gentle features than met the eye.

       “I wasn’t getting killed,” she denied, her spine stiffening. “I was getting help like I needed to.”

       “You were on a collision course with a lightning bolt, if you didn’t drown before that.”

       He slid his gaze back toward the road, worried they might not make it back to the main road before the gravel washed away. Leaving them stranded out here.

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