Mom's The Word. Roz Fox Denny

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      CHAPTER FOUR

      IT WAS LATE AFTERNOON when Jake rode up the winding path to the Westin ranch. The house itself was far more elaborate than the Coopers’ sprawling single-level home. John Westin had not been born into the cattle business as Wade Cooper had. Westin, who’d come from Virginia, was a latecomer to the Santa Cruz basin. A bankroll of family money, coupled with a desire to build an impressive spread, helped him forge a position into the elite establishment of cattle barons. Westin was brash and outspoken—traits that didn’t seem to bother some in the valley. Jake, however, preferred his father’s easygoing manner and willingness to look at all sides of an issue.

      John walked out onto the veranda to light up one of the Cuban cigars he favored just as Jake clattered to a halt in the circular drive. Westin had laid gravel in the area for automobiles, but in deference to the business they were in, he also supplied a watering trough for horses and a hitching rail underneath a stand of shade trees.

      “Jacob. Welcome.” John puffed out a cloud of smoke. “What brings you to my humble abode?” He leaned negligently against a carved white pillar and guffawed. “As if I didn’t know.”

      Jake glanced at the man’s house. The three-storeyed structure looked for all the world like a plantation mansion from the nineteenth century. “‘Humble’ isn’t exactly a word that comes to mind, John, when I see the J & B.”

      Westin rolled the cigar around his lips and his laughter deepened. “The place shows well at night. ’Course, my women don’t give a damn about the cost of electricity. They turn on every chandelier in the house.” He grinned. “I notice you evaded my point. You’re here to see Ginalyn. Correct?”

      “Nope, though I’ll say hello if she’s around. Dillon and I came up short on our steer count this week. Thought maybe some Triple C stock might have mixed in with J & B herds. If your hands run across our brand, give us a call, will you? I’ll come cut them out.”

      “Will do. Grass is so dry all the stock’s scattered. When’s Wade going to wise up and toss that old fool miner off the spring property so we can divvy it up?”

      “Dad and Mom are in Tombstone today. We heard Ben O’Dell died.”

      John’s eyes lit. “Excellent. Couldn’t happen at a better time. The valley’s growing and changing. The Coalition needs free access to that water.”

      “I expect Dad will work out an equitable agreement if he’s able to purchase the property.” Jake didn’t like the greedy gleam in John’s eyes. Or maybe he was touchy about the subject because of the way Dillon had teased him about Hayley Ryan.

      “What’s to stop him? O’Dell promised Wade first right of option.”

      “Yeah, but it’s come to our attention that someone’s refiled Ben’s claim.”

      “You don’t say! Now that isn’t right. Wade’s been far too patient as it is. We ranchers need a show of strength. Did some big mining outfit move in?”

      Jake shook his head. “Just a single prospector, like Ben.” Jake couldn’t say why he was reluctant to tell John more about Ben’s granddaughter.

      Fortunately he was saved the effort of evasion. The screen door opened and a pretty blond woman strolled out. Ginalyn Westin had her mother’s classic beauty but was cursed with her father’s arrogance. Though Jake had never seen her make a move that wasn’t calculated to put herself in the spotlight, she was still a sight to behold. Shimmering straight blond hair, big blue eyes. She’d perfected the slow sultry drawl of her native Virginia and she had a definite, if practiced charm. Unless a man had seen how those fine attributes changed when things didn’t go Ginalyn’s way, he’d grovel at her dainty feet, which was what most sons of area ranchers did. Jake might be the only single male in a hundred-mile radius who kept his distance.

      Which hadn’t escaped the young woman’s notice. “Why, I declare,” she said, slipping a slender arm through her dad’s sturdier one. “If it isn’t Jacob Cooper. Let me guess. He’s happened to ride in at suppertime, but before the evening’s done, he’ll get around to inviting me to the harvest dance.” She managed to sound bored.

      Jake, who’d whipped off his hat the moment she appeared, resettled it low on his brow. “Wrong on both counts, Ginalyn. My business was with your dad. We’ve concluded it, so now I’ll get along home.” Jake gave Mojave’s cinch a yank. He whistled for Charcoal, who’d drunk his fill at the trough, and swung lithely into the saddle. Touching his hat brim with two fingers, he wheeled the gelding around and cantered down the lane. Not, however, before he heard Ginalyn’s indignant sputter.

      “Jacob Cooper, just for that I’ll accept Gordon White’s invitation. And don’t think I’ll save you a dance, because I won’t!”

      Raking his boot heels lightly along Mojave’s sides, Jake picked up the pace. He should go back and apologize. She was already complaining to her dad about Jake’s rude behavior. The news would make its way to the Triple C. Wade would remind Jake that pretty eligible women didn’t grow on trees. Eden and Nell, though more subtle, would find some other approach to get the same point across.

      Ginalyn was a beauty and well educated. She just didn’t happen to fit Jake’s concept of an ideal partner and ranch wife. When his well-meaning family had asked him to spell out what he did want in a wife, he’d failed to put it into clear terms. As a result, the Coopers were exasperated with him. Hell, he was exasperated with himself.

      He knew what he didn’t want. He didn’t want a wife whose focus was her looks, her clothes or the next big party. Nor did he want someone who’d set her sights on frequent trips to Phoenix. So many of the valley daughters were given a taste of the city at college, and they made no secret of wanting a man willing to help them escape the hard life.

      Jake didn’t think it was all that hard. Granted, the money was sometimes iffy and the weather could СКАЧАТЬ