Hot On His Trail. Kristin Eckhardt

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      “Rufus wants to see you before you go,” she told him, her long yellow broom skirt swaying softly in the warm breeze.

      “Then he’d better get his butt out here,” Matt said, licking the last crumbs off his fingertips.

      “He wants you to come inside. Rufus is in one of his moods. I made him a bloody Mary a little while ago and he threw it against the wall. Said the tomato juice had too much pulp in it.”

      Matt stared at her for a long moment. “Why do you stay here, Marla? You can do better than this.”

      She arched one waxed eyebrow. “Why do you?”

      His jaw tightened. “I’m leaving tomorrow. And I’m not coming back.”

      “Take me with you,” she cried, reaching out to grasp his forearm. “I can cook for you and the cowhands. Wash your clothes. Sing and dance. Anything you want.”

      Matt smiled. “You wouldn’t like it out on the trail, Marla. There aren’t any televisions or stereos or refrigerators. No indoor plumbing.” He reached for the hand still clutching his arm, and gently patted her thin fingers. “And no beauty salons to keep up this pretty manicure, either.”

      She pulled her hand out of his grasp, curling it into a fist to hide the long, polished red nails. “I don’t need manicures, Matt. Or any of those other things. I just need…you.”

      He swallowed a sigh. Marla didn’t need him and she sure didn’t love him. She just wanted someone to take care of her. She’d been looking for that someone ever since she’d run away from home at seventeen. Young and pretty and temperamental, she’d wasted the last two years of her life to be at Tupper’s beck and call. Obviously, she’d finally realized that she’d never find her way into the eccentric rancher’s heart.

      “I’m too old for you, Marla,” he said gently.

      “You’re not as old as Rufus. He’s almost fifty.” She tossed her long black curls over her shoulder. “And you’re only thirty-two.”

      “And you’re barely twenty. You should be out having fun. Not traipsing around on a dusty trail with a bunch of cowboys.”

      “Anything is better than here,” she muttered, then sidled closer to him, placing her small hands on his chest. “Besides, I like you, Matt. I’ve always liked you.” Her soulful brown eyes gazed up at him. “You’re so big and strong.”

      Her hands slid up around his shoulders and smoothed over the biceps outlined by his chambray shirt. He inhaled the stale aroma of her heavy perfume and saw the mascara smudges beneath her eyes.

      “And so brave,” Marla whispered seductively. “None of the other cowboys stand up to Rufus like you do.”

      Her soft, voluptuous curves pressed against him, and for one brief moment Matt considered her request. It had been much too long since he’d held a woman in his arms. Maybe she could assuage the loneliness that seemed to seep into his bones during the long nights on the range.

      His silence encouraged her to snake her arms around his neck and press her face into the crook of his shoulder.

      “Please take me with you,” she entreated in the singsong voice of a little girl. “Please, Matt.”

      He gently disengaged himself from her, then took a step back. “Sorry, Marla. I always travel solo.”

      She shrugged, a petulant pout on her lips. “Fine. Then I’ll ask Boyd to take me with him.”

      Matt bit back a smile at the thought of Tupper’s hapless nephew. “Where is Boyd going?”

      “With you on the cattle drive,” she retorted. “I heard Tupper tell Boyd it would make a man out of him.”

      “Hell,” Matt muttered under his breath. This drive was going to be complicated enough without dragging along a spoiled city boy. “Don’t waste your time sweet-talking Boyd, Marla. I’m the boss out on the trail and I’m not allowing any distractions on this trip. It’s too important.”

      “Fine.” Anger flared in her brown eyes. “I hope all the cattle stampede and fall off a cliff! I hope your precious horse kicks you in the head! I hope you get lost in the desert and your cojones dry up and fall off.”

      “Gracious as always, I see,” he said, smiling as he reached into his pocket for the keys to his pickup truck. He tossed them to her. “You can still leave, Marla. Anytime you want. My truck has seen a lot of miles, but it’s dependable. It will take you anywhere you want to go.”

      “I just want you to go to hell,” she cried, throwing the keys back at his feet. Then she spun around and ran toward the barn.

      Matt stared at the keys for a moment, then turned and walked away. Marla might change her mind when her temper cooled off. Or she might decide to mow Rufus down. Either way, he wanted to help her out. She was a sweet kid when she wasn’t contemplating destruction of certain portions of his anatomy.

      With Marla’s curse still ringing in his ears, Matt walked to the ranch house. Heat lightning flashed across the sky.

      “Where the hell have you been?”

      Matt looked up to see Rufus Tupper standing on the front porch. He wore a paisley silk robe and a pair of ostrich skin cowboy boots.

      “You wanted to see me?”

      “Hell, yes,” Rufus grumbled. “You can’t leave without a proper send-off. And I’m sure as hell not gettin’ out of bed before sunrise. Meet me in my study.” He turned around without another word and ambled back into the house.

      By the time Matt reached Rufus’s study, the rancher had poured two whiskeys.

      “A toast,” Rufus said, handing one of the tumblers to Matt. Then he raised his own glass in the air. “To the best trail boss west of the Mississippi.”

      Matt took a sip of the whiskey. It burned its way into his stomach and made him feel slightly queasy. But then, so did Rufus Tupper.

      Matt set down his glass. “What do you want?”

      “Hell, Radcliffe,” Rufus said, pouring himself another whiskey. “You always this suspicious?”

      “It comes with the job. I’ve got to be on the lookout for rattlesnakes, coyotes and other predators.”

      “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Rufus settled into his chair. “I just want to make sure that everything is all set. I’ve got a lot of money riding on this bet with Lester Hobbs. In fact, we’ve decided to up the ante.”

      Matt felt himself tense. Rufus and Lester were rich men with too much time and money on their hands. One whiskey-soaked night they’d reminisced about the good old days when a man could prove his mettle by driving cattle to market. Nowadays, most cattle were transported via semitrailer truck. Cattle drives were either short jaunts from one pasture to the next, or part of a tourist package for bored city slickers who wanted to СКАЧАТЬ