The Cowboy's Cinderella. Carol Arens

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      Funny how she wished he’d move even closer. He was large enough to give off a wave of warmth.

      “After a while, you’ll get used to this.” He indicated the dark beyond the fire’s reach.

      “If that’s so, why’d you bring your gun over here?”

      “It’s for the two-legged varmints.”

      “Folks?”

      “Ivy, haven’t you ever run across someone who wanted to harm you?”

      “Reckon I might have, but my uncle and the roustabouts were always nearby.”

      He set the gun down between them. Maybe he figured if a two-legged marauder did invade their camp, she would help by picking up the side arm and dispatching the troublemaker in a single shot. He would not be reassured to know that Uncle Patrick did not hold with guns aboard the Queen. She was as likely to shoot Travis as the invader.

      Since she felt as helpless in her new world as a bald baby, she didn’t tell him this.

      “I’ve been wondering,” Travis said, sounding conversational.

      If conversation would keep him awake and on her side of the fire she’d speak everything that came across her mind.

      Beginning with, “So have I. Will my...that is, well, my husband...will he mind sharing his home with Little Mouse?” Not that it mattered in the end. She had kept her existence a secret from Uncle Patrick; she could as easily keep her a secret from...what was his name? Waldo, Wilfred? Winston? Gosh almighty! She’d been so caught up in everything she’d plum forgot her intended’s name.

      “What made you decide to come with me? To take on all this?” Travis asked, ignoring the interruption of her nonsense question. “You might have refused...left us to deal with things on our own?”

      “Uncle Patrick sold the boat. I no longer had a home.”

      “That wasn’t all of it.” He looked at her, clearly searching behind her eyes for the true answer.

      “Agatha, of course.” She was the one and only reason.

      At the end of all this was the person she had been longing for all her life. The one she had thought was a dream, an imaginary friend. No longer a hazy desire. Agatha was a flesh-and-bone sister. She had stepped out of the mist and become family.

      And with the new bond Ivy would find—or rediscover maybe—love. The fact that she had no solid memories of Agatha did not take away from the new emotion Ivy felt for her.

      “No one else would have been able to make me leave my uncle, no matter how much a landlubber he becomes after the Queen.”

      “All of us on the Lucky Clover are beholden to you.”

      “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but I reckon if it weren’t for my sister I wouldn’t be here.” Gull-durn it, she did sound ungrateful. Mighty ungrateful when he’d offered her something that most women never even dreamed of. “I’ll do my best not to let you down.”

      “I don’t see how you could,” he said.

      “I could take one look at my groom and run like a Sunday Chicken.”

      “William English is a handsome man.”

      William...she’d do her durndest to remember it next time.

      “I don’t know a thing about running a ranch.”

      “You won’t need to. That’s my job.”

      “But I want to. If it’s really mine, I won’t sit about as useless as a feathered hat.”

      “You don’t like pretty feathered hats? Most ladies do.”

      “Why I’d feel sorry for the bird those feathers first belonged to every time I put it on. Besides, they’d tickle my neck. I tell you, Travis, when it comes to their appearance, ladies can be as foolish as peacocks. Struttin’ around in their finery with nary a care for comfort. Downright traps is what those feathers and lace are.”

      Travis made a noise under his breath. Sure wasn’t a happy sound. More like a curse but without the word formed.

      He crawled back to his side of the fire, stretched out then covered his face with his hat.

      “Don’t know why you’re so prickly, Travis Murphy. You don’t have to wear them.”

      He grunted again, then pretended to be asleep.

      She was not mistaken that the wolf pack—and she was gull-durned certain they were not coyotes—had come closer. Since Travis had taken his gun and stored it under his saddle, she hoped he was right about the fire keeping them away.

      “Sure do hope this ranch house you’re taking me to has four solid walls,” she grumbled.

      For some reason, that made Travis chuckle in his false sleep. She was relieved to hear the sound.

      * * *

      Travis knelt beside the kindling he had stacked for the night’s campfire. He paused in igniting the match to watch Ivy wading in the knee-deep stream.

      Her pant legs were rolled up to her thighs. Her braid dangled over her shoulder as she bent at the waist, peering into the water. Little Mouse clung to the collar of her shirt, peering at the water as intently as Ivy was.

      She had promised fresh fish for supper. Without fishing gear he couldn’t figure how she’d manage it.

      No doubt they would end up eating jerky and hardtack again tonight. But for now he was enjoying watching her try to catch a fish. She moved gracefully through the rushing stream, sometimes standing as still as an egret before she glided a few more steps.

      Behind her, the land rolled away to the horizon where the setting sun streaked the clouds in brilliant orange. He’d rarely seen a prettier, more dramatic vista.

      This incredible, once-a-year sunset was the perfect backdrop for a once-in-a-lifetime woman.

      The scene before him was one that he would always cherish, no matter where his life took him...or hers took her.

      Once in a while there were moments out of time that one could only embrace.

      But a second later, the thought of where Ivy’s life was about to take her suddenly turned his stomach sour.

      In the beginning, when he had begun his search for Eleanor, he’d given her future no more than a passing concern. Any woman would certainly want what he was offering: land, wealth and a prominent husband.

      Women all over the state would envy Ivy.

      All of a sudden he could not look at her. He lit the kindling and added three small logs, watching while the sparks caught and the tiny flames reached for wood.

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