The Cowboy's Family. Brenda Minton

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      She had wanted to jump out of trucks and open gates. She had studied about sheep, wool and gardening. Pitiful as it sounded, she’d watched so many episodes of The Waltons, she could quote lines. She couldn’t think about it now without smiling.

      The truck eased through the gate and stopped. She pushed the gate closed and latched the chain. When she climbed back into the truck, Wyatt wasn’t smiling.

      “I said I’d get it.” He shifted into gear and the truck eased forward again.

      “I don’t mind.”

      “No, you don’t.”

      Oh, no, he hadn’t! She shot him a look. “I’m not five. I don’t mind opening gates. I really don’t have to mind you.”

      His brows went up. He reached for the hat he’d set on the seat next to him and pushed it back on his head. The chicken wasn’t going to comment. She glanced back at the girls and smiled. Kat was sleeping. Molly stared out the window, her eyelids drooping.

      Wyatt parked next to the barn, still silent. But when she glanced his way, she saw the smile. It barely lifted the corners of his mouth, but it was there.

      “This shouldn’t take long.” He opened his door and paused. “I think you and the girls can get out and look around.”

      “Thanks, we’ll do that. If you think I can handle it. After all, I’m five.”

      “You’re not five. You’re just…” He shook his head and got out of the truck. He didn’t say anything else. He opened the back door of the truck and motioned for the girls to get out. He set each of them on the ground and then glanced back in at her. “Getting out?”

      “Yeah, I’m getting out.”

      She’d been crazy to stop at his house. She was still trying to figure it out. He smiled at something Kat said. Oh, that’s right, now she remembered. It was that smile. She wanted him to smile like that at her.

      “Wyatt, good to see you.”

      She turned to face the man who’d spoken. He stood outside the barn and everything about him said “rancher.” From his dusty boots to his threadbare jeans, he was a cowboy. His skin was worn and suntanned, making deeper lines around his mouth and crinkles at his eyes. His hair was sun-streaked brown. He winked at her.

      “Jackson, I’m surprised to see you here. I thought your brother was meeting me.” Wyatt stepped toward the other man, hand extended.

      “Yeah, he’s at the bank. You know, he’s Mr. Work-aholic.”

      “Got it. So what are you doing these days?”

      “Oh, trying to stay away from trouble. But most of the time, trouble just seems to find me.” He smiled at Rachel. “Hi there, Trouble.”

      Heat climbed her cheeks.

      “Jackson Cooper, meet Rachel Waters. Her father is the pastor of the Dawson Community Church.”

      If Wyatt had used that introduction to put the other man in his place, Jackson Cooper didn’t look at all embarrassed. “If our pastor’s daughter looked like you, I might just get right with God.”

      Wyatt wasn’t smiling. “Okay, let’s look at the bull.”

      “You gonna ride him?” Jackson laughed.

      “I doubt it.”

      “Chicken?” Jackson Cooper obviously didn’t know about backing down. She thought it might be a family trait; not backing down. She had heard about the Coopers. There were about a dozen of them: biological and adopted.

      “Nope, just smarter than I used to be. I haven’t been on a bull in a half-dozen years and I don’t plan on starting again.”

      “There’s a lot more money in it these days,” Jackson continued, his smile still in place.

      “Plenty of money in raising them, too.” Wyatt turned to his daughters. “You girls stay with Rachel and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

      The men left them and Rachel smiled down at the girls. “I think we should make clover chains.”

      One last glance over her shoulder. Wyatt picked that moment to stop and watch them, to watch his girls. Rachel turned away.

      “Nice bull.” Young, but definitely worth the money the Coopers were asking. Wyatt watched the young animal walk around the corral. He was part Brahma, long and rangy with short legs. He’d been used in local rodeos last year and was already on the roster for some bigger events.

      “Want me to get a bull rope and chaps?” Jackson leaned over the corral, a piece of straw in his mouth.

      “No, I think we know what he’ll do. And we know where you live if he doesn’t.”

      “He’ll go out of the chute to the right for about four spins and then switch back and spin left. He’s got a belly roll you won’t believe.”

      “Your brother, Blake, told Ryder that he isn’t mean.” Wyatt continued to watch the bull. The animal pushed at an old tire and then stomped the dusty ground.

      “He’s never hurt anyone. But he’s a bull, Wyatt. They’re unpredictable, we both know that.”

      “Yeah, I know we do.” They’d lost a friend years ago. They’d been teenagers riding in junior events when Jimmy got killed at a local event.

      “That was a rough one, wasn’t it?” Jackson’s sister had dated Jimmy.

      “Yeah, it was rough.” He brushed away the memories. “Do I write you a check?”

      “Sure. So, is she your nanny?” Jackson nodded in the direction of Rachel Waters. She was in the large yard and the girls were with her. They were picking clover and Rachel slipped a chain of flowers over Molly’s head.

      Wendy should have been there, doing those things with their daughters. He let out a sigh and refocused on the bull. It took a minute to get his thoughts back on track. Jackson didn’t say anything.

      “No, she isn’t.” Wyatt pulled the checkbook out of his back pocket. “I like the bull, Jackson. I don’t like your price.”

      Jackson laughed. “Well, now, Wyatt, I don’t know that I care if you like my price or not.”

      “He isn’t worth it and you know it.”

      “So what do you think would make him worth it?” Jackson’s smile disappeared. Yeah, that was the way to wipe good-natured off a guy’s face, through his bank account.

      “I’ve been thinking of adding Cooper Quarter Horses to our breeding program. I’d like one of your fillies.” His gaze swept the field and landed on a small herd of horses. One stuck out, but it wasn’t quite what he’d planned to ask for. “And that pony.”

      “You want a pony. СКАЧАТЬ