Give Me A Cowboy. Jodi Thomas

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СКАЧАТЬ then decided to unsaddle his horse and let her graze on wild grass growing in the corral. Walking through the house, he found it just as he’d left it, filthy. It had to be his imagination, but the smell of whiskey seemed to linger in the air. More to use up energy than out of any need to clean the place, Rowdy opened all the doors and windows and swept a layer of top soil out of the house.

      At sunset he pulled his bedroll from behind his saddle, deciding to sleep on the porch. It was too hot to build a fire. Besides, he didn’t even have coffee to boil anyway. The jerky and hard tack in his saddlebags wasn’t worth eating.

      He fell asleep listening to the sounds of freedom around him. Tomorrow he’d ride into town and win the first event. He hadn’t even checked to see what came first. He didn’t care.

      Just after dawn he woke to the smell of blueberry muffins. He hadn’t tasted one since his mother died, but he’d never forget the aroma. He opened his eyes. Laurel Hayes sat three feet away on the steps.

      Rising, he raked his hair back and mumbled, “What are you doing here?”

      She smiled. “Watching you sleep.”

      “I don’t think that’s proper,” he said.

      “Probably not,” she agreed. “I don’t think I’ve ever done anything that wasn’t proper. I might as well start with you.”

      He growled at her and to his surprise, she laughed. It seemed to him that if she had any sense, she’d be afraid of him.

      He studied her, all prim and proper in her white blouse and navy riding skirt. She didn’t look quite so “old maid” today. He had a feeling her rich daddy would shoot him on sight if the old man thought he was even talking to Laurel.

      When he frowned, she added, “I brought you a good horse.”

      He stood, dusting off his clothes. “I don’t think the Captain would like me riding one of his horses.”

      “It’s not his, but if you don’t want the mare, I’ll just take my muffins and go.”

      “Wait.” Rowdy shook sleep from his head. “How about I think about the offer while I test the muffins?”

      “All right.” She pushed back her wide brimmed hat and studied him with the same look she’d given most of the stock in the corral yesterday. “You want to wash up and make coffee first before you eat?”

      “No,” he said, then backtracked when he saw her frown. “I can’t make coffee. No supplies around here. All my father left was the pot, but I could wash up.”

      She watched as he went to the well and drew up water. “I’m surprised the rope and bucket are still here,” he mumbled as he washed.

      “I put them there last year,” she said. “I ride this way often and I like to stop to water my horse. Hope you don’t mind.”

      It hadn’t occurred to him to mind. “You happen to bring a towel too?”

      She laughed and tossed him the towel she’d spread over the basket of muffins.

      He dried and placed the towel on the nail by the well. “Great, I got the towel wet so now I guess I’ll have to eat all the muffins.” He took the first one from her hand and asked, “Now tell me how come you own this horse?” If she had horses and maybe even cattle, she’d have no use for half the herd they might win.

      They walked toward her mount. A lead rope had been tied to the saddle horn. A chestnut mare was at the other end of the rope. At first glance it appeared ordinary, but Rowdy didn’t miss the look in the animal’s eyes. Intelligent, he thought. He downed another muffin while he circled the horse.

      “I don’t own him,” she said when he returned to her side. “You do.”

      When he showed no sign of believing her, she added, “When the sheriff came to get the stock after your father died, she was only a colt limping around the corral. The sheriff didn’t figure she’d last to town so he turned her loose.” Laurel brushed the roan’s neck. “I found her the next day and knew she’d be coyote dinner if I didn’t put her in the barn for a few weeks.”

      The horse pushed her with its nose as if playing.

      “I checked on her every day until she was big enough to run the land. Whenever I was home from school, I rode by to check on her. The wound on her leg healed with a little help from the whiskey I found in the cabin and she began to grow. I was afraid someone might ride by and see her, so I moved her down to the little canyon by the stream. There’s water and grass there year-round along with plenty of shallow caves to get out of the worst weather.”

      Rowdy ran his hand along the horse’s withers and back, feeling strong muscles. “Looks like she’d have had the sense to run.”

      “I thought that too, but every time I came back, she was somewhere on your place.” Laurel pulled an apple from her pocket. “I taught her to come when I whistle.” She offered the apple to Rowdy. “Here, you feed her. She’s yours.”

      “No.” Just because the horse survived here didn’t make the mare his.

      “You need a better horse than one of the livery mounts. Cinnamon can be that horse.”

      “Cinnamon? Don’t tell me you named her?” He’d called a few horses names over the years, but nothing he’d want to repeat in her company.

      She laughed at the face he made, then handed him the basket and moved away. “You two share breakfast and get acquainted. I have to get back.”

      He set the basket down and followed her to her horse. He offered her a step up, but she didn’t take it. She hadn’t needed it. Her long legs flew over the saddle with ease.

      “Good luck tonight.”

      “Thanks,” he said, realizing he didn’t want her to leave. “When will I see you again?”

      “I’ll be around. My father insists we all go every night. He goes for the rodeo and my sisters go for the dance afterward.”

      “And why do you go?” he asked as he took the lead rope from her hand.

      She looked down at him. “I’ll go to watch my partner win.” Kicking her horse, she was gone before he had time to answer.

      He watched her ride away. With her height and lean form, she rode like a man, one with the horse, not bumping along like most women he’d seen ride. He decided she probably wouldn’t think that a compliment, even though he meant it as such.

      He tossed the apple in the air and caught it, proud of the way he’d handled himself. He’d managed to talk to her, even made her laugh. It was only a guess, but he thought that Laurel laughed very little in her life. She’d been different this morning, but he couldn’t put his finger on why. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that they were alone, out of sight of any prying eyes or ears.

      Winning this rodeo might prove great fun with her as his partner.

      Walking back to the mare, Rowdy swore when he realized the horse had eaten the basket of muffins and left him with the apple.

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