Trouble at Lone Spur. Roz Fox Denny

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      From the way Luke turned white, then red and back to white again, it was clear he’d hoped to bluff his way past Gil.

      The tension between the two men grew and spread to the others. Even the horses shifted restlessly. Liz knew the gauntlet had been thrown. She blanked her expression, wishing Luke hadn’t put her in the middle. Although, in all fairness, Spencer had given the men wiggle room to keep their jobs and still save face.

      On the rodeo circuit, where men’s egos were bigger than their hat size and belt buckles combined, a challenge of this nature always ended in a brawl. Liz had learned to keep quiet. Too many times she’d seen situations in which a woman tried to mediate, only to have a fist fight erupt. She reached for the screen door. Let them bay at the moon. By nightfall, she’d be history here. Unexpectedly the door flew out of her hand and Melody hurtled out. She threw her arms around her mother’s waist and sobbed. “I saw you and Mr. Spencer talkin’. Didja tell him we don’t want to leave, Mom? Say please. You told me ‘please’ always works.”

      Liz’s heart wilted. Dropping to one knee, she gathered Melody into her arms. “Honey…” she said brokenly. But no explanation made its way to her tongue. Talk about egos. Gil Spencer had offered a reprieve and she’d turned him down flat. True, it had only been for nine months, but that was nine months in which to check out other jobs in the area. Liz hadn’t really considered Melody’s feelings when she’d thrown Spencer’s offer back in his face to salve her own pride. Now she had to eat her words.

      Straightening, Liz lifted Melody’s chin. “Dry your eyes,” she said in a voice that carried. “Mr. Spencer brought back the library book you left in the barn. And…he asked me to shoe some horses in the east pasture. Hurry, go saddle Babycakes. I doubt he’s one to pay his farriers to stand around.”

      The wranglers were quick to jump on the out Liz provided. Crowding Gil, they asked why he hadn’t said in the first place that he’d rehired her. The three men lost no time making tracks out of Liz’s yard. If Gil hadn’t been so dumbfounded, he might have laughed.

      Liz let Melody work through her excitement without comment. She felt Spencer’s eyes boring holes in her back and heard him dusting his Stetson rhythmically against his lean thigh. She didn’t turn to meet his gaze until Melody had dashed off to the barn to saddle her pony. Actually Liz waited another moment to see if the cadence of the tapping changed from irritation to resignation. It didn’t. So she fixed a smile on her lips before facing him.

      Tap, tap, tap. “What happened to ‘not on your life’?”

      Liz tossed her head defiantly. “I changed my mind.”

      “I don’t recall asking you to shoe any horses in the east pasture.” Tap, tap, tap.

      She shrugged. “They’re from your remuda. Rafe assigned me the job on Thursday.”

       Tap. Tap. Tap.

      Was a slower rhythm better? Unsure, Liz stood her ground. Lo and behold, the tapping stopped, and she felt the muscles in her jaw relax.

      “Did Rafe also tell you we have a ridge runner raiding mares up that way?” Gil stopped messing with his Stetson and put it on.

      Liz tensed again, knowing a ridge runner was what breeders called a rogue stallion. “No. But he said the horses I’m supposed to shoe are all geldings. I’ll be driving my pickup, and I doubt a stallion would bother Melody’s pony.”

      “Wild stallions are totally unpredictable. Dangerous. Plus, we’ve got a marauding cougar staking his claim in those foothills. He kills just to be killing.”

      “Are you trying to scare me, Mr. Spencer? It’s dangerous going to bed at night, what with all the snakes and bats that find their way into the cottage.”

      Gil tugged at his hat brim to hide his discomfort. So, Mrs. Robbins had a dry wit? A trait Gil liked in the men he hired. Why, then, did the fact that she possessed a sense of humor bug him? “Well,” he said gruffly, “since I’m here, I may as well go ahead and flush those critters out of your bedroom.”

      Liz stepped back to accommodate his large frame, which suddenly dwarfed her small porch. “What critters?”

      “The bats. I assume you shut the door and slept elsewhere last night.”

      “You assumed wrong. I shooed them out the window with a broom. You think I wanted bat poop on my new rug and newly papered walls? Even at that, I was up washing and scrubbing till nearly four. Who knows what germs bats carry? I’m surprised you’d allow the boys to handle them. They might have been bitten.”

      Picturing her going after bats with a broom prompted Gil’s lazy smile. Irritation at her insinuation that he condoned the twins’ nocturnal activities made it slip. “To quote Dustin, boys are too smart to get bitten. I won’t mention his thoughts on girls, but it’s another reason the boys are spending a Saturday morning in their room. I don’t allow them to do things that are harmful or disrespectful.”

      Liz barely heard his words. She’d gotten hung up on the brief peek at his smile. What a shame he didn’t let it surface more often. If he did, she thought, there’d be nothing a woman could refuse him. Some men smiled with only their lips. Some let it reach their eyes, and that was better. A very few had killer smiles that came from the heart. Corbett had been one, and so, apparently, was Gil Spencer. However brief that grin, it left Liz weak at the knees. A funny flutter in her stomach drove her to sit down on the old porch swing.

      “Mrs. Robbins…is something wrong?” Gil asked, abruptly breaking off his explanation concerning his theories on discipline.

      “Wrong?” Liz blinked at him, her eyes sort of distant and unfocused.

      “Here comes your daughter on her pony. Maybe you should reconsider making that run to the east pasture today. It doesn’t sound as if you got much sleep.”

      Liz tore her gaze from his face. “I’m fine.” She stood and walked to the end of the porch, away from him. She was about to suggest that Melody ride in the cab and lead the pony behind the pickup, when Gil spoke quietly from behind her.

      “I believe I’ll saddle up and ride out that way, too. It’s been a while since I checked fence along the river.”

      Melody reached them in time to hear his statement. “Oh, goody. Can the twins come? They said there’s a place on the river to catch crawdads.” She flashed Gil a shy smile. “My mom won’t let me swim less’n I’m with a grown-up.”

      It had been on the tip of Gil’s tongue to say the boys would have to miss the fun. But all at once he wondered if he couldn’t teach them more by being a role model than in leaving them alone to stew. “Right she is, young lady. If the boys led you to believe I let them go alone, they fibbed.” He ran one hand through his hair. “I was going to make them stay home—but I’ve changed my mind.”

      Melody glanced at her mother. “Is it okay if I take my swimsuit then?”

      Lizbeth hesitated, still thinking resentfully about the Lone Spur’s owner tagging along. She’d bet dimes to doughnuts that he planned to hang over her shoulder.

      “I promise there’ll be no bats or snakes or skunks, Mrs. Robbins,” Gil said in a calm voice. “And the river at that point is only knee-deep.” He looked up at the lowriding sun. СКАЧАТЬ