A Cold Creek Holiday. RaeAnne Thayne

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      She looked at the powerful horse and then back at the girls. She had been considering a ride. And by the looks of him, riding Cielo would indeed be like riding a cloud. What would be the harm in going along with the girls and saving Nate Cavazos a little work?

      “We’d better make sure it’s all right with your uncle.”

      “I’m sure he won’t mind,” Claire said. “This way he doesn’t have to find the time to take us.”

      “Why don’t you ask him anyway? I would feel better if he gave his okay. Tallie and I will saddle the horses and meet you at the house in a few minutes, all right?”

      Claire gave a reluctant sigh, but nodded. “Tallie, you get Junebug for me. And don’t cinch her too tight.”

      “I know. I’ve only done it a million times.”

      Claire returned to the barn a few moments later, just as they were saddling Tallie’s small paint pony, a pretty little mare she called Estrella.

      “Did he say it was okay?”

      “Yep,” Claire said, her attention turned to her own horse.

      “Good,” Emery answered, surprised at how much she was anticipating a good, hard ride. “Does it take long to reach Tanner’s house?”

      “It’s not far. Maybe a mile,” Tallie answered. Before Emery could ask if she needed a hand into the saddle, the girl clambered up like a little monkey and settled easily on the horse’s back.

      Both girls looked completely at home in the saddle and Emery, who had been riding since she was younger than either of them, though with an English saddle, felt like a veritable greenhorn in comparison.

      “Come on. Let’s go,” Tallie insisted, nudging the heels of her boots into the horse’s side.

      The younger girl led the way down the snowy driveway and both of the other horses followed Estrella with alacrity, tack jingling softly and their gaits smart, as if they were thrilled to be out in the cold, invigorating air.

      The mountains loomed over them, raw and jagged, their peaks a dramatic contrast of snow and pine.

      At the end of the long, curving drive, they followed the canyon road along the creek for perhaps a half mile. In that time, they encountered no vehicles.

      “Are we getting closer to Tanner’s house?” Emery asked after a few more moments.

      “Not very far. Look, there’s the sign for it.”

      She followed the direction of the girl’s outstretched hand and her heart clutched in her chest.

      A huge log arch spanned the driveway, much bigger than the sign for the Hope Springs Guest Ranch had been. This one declared Cold Creek Land & Cattle Company in black iron letters.

      Oh, dear heavens.

      She wasn’t ready. She still hadn’t decided if she would ever be ready. She needed more time to figure out if she wanted to face any of the Daltons yet.

      She wanted to whirl Cielo around and ride as fast and as hard as she could back to the relative safety of Hope Springs.

      “What’s the matter, Ms. Kendall?” Tallie’s mouth puckered into a concerned frown. “You look funny.”

      She didn’t feel funny. Far from it. She felt panicked and vaguely nauseous, the canned tomato soup suddenly turning to greasy sludge in her stomach.

      She drew in a breath. She could do this. The Daltons knew nothing about the revelations that had completely rocked her world four months ago. As far as they knew, she was only a guest staying at a neighboring ranch.

      “Nothing.” She forced a smile and eased her hands on the reins. “Nothing at all.”

      Her heart pounded as they rode under the arch and headed up a long driveway that wound around a stand of lodgepole pine and bare-branched aspens.

      The house was a grand, imposing log structure with a long front porch and several gables, surrounded by several outbuildings. Some distance from it, she could see a large, sprawling metal-framed building. She guessed that was the Cold Creek equine training facility she had read about on the Internet.

      Her heart felt as if it would pound right out of her chest and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath in the cold air. She hadn’t had a panic attack since she graduated from college, not even during the worst of her pain and loss during the past two years, and she really didn’t want to start again.

      Breathe, she ordered herself.

      When they neared the house, the girls jumped down from their horses and Emery knew she couldn’t go inside.

      “I’ll just wait for you out here with the horses,” she told them. “You go give your friend his homework.”

      The implications of the connection began to sink through. Tanner must be one of the Dalton children. Wade’s, probably, since as far as she could determine, he was the only brother with grade-school-age kids, although Seth had older stepchildren. That made Tallie’s friend Tanner her…

      She jerked her mind away. “Go ahead. I’ll be fine.”

      “Okay, but we might be a few minutes. You might get cold. I told Tanner I would explain our math assignment to him and I don’t know how long it will take.”

      Before she could come up with an answer, a tall, dark-haired man with a definite air of authority walked out of a nearby barn. He stopped short when he spied them, then his handsome features lit up.

      “Well, hello there, Miss Tallie and Miss Claire,” he called as he approached them. “What brings you all the way up to the Cold Creek on such a wintry day?”

      Emery drew in a calming breath and then another one. He looked just like the picture she had of his father. Which brother was it? Her guess was Wade. He ran the family’s cattle operations, from what she could determine, while the youngest brother, Seth, was in charge of the horse training facility. A third brother, Jake, was a family physician in Pine Gulch.

      She could have hired a private investigator to find all this information, but she hadn’t needed to go that far. A few clicks on the computer and she had found all she needed to know and then some.

      “I’ve got Tanner’s homework, Mr. Dalton.”

      “That is sure nice of you girls to ride over for that. It will give him something to do besides snipe at his brother and sister. He’ll be real glad to see a little company. And who’s your friend?”

      “Her name is Ms. Kendall and she’s from Virginia,” Claire answered.

      Emery didn’t feel she had any choice but to dismount. She prayed her shaking legs would hold her up.

      “I’m Emery Kendall. I’m staying at Hope Springs through the holidays.”

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