Come Home, Cowboy. Cathy McDavid

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СКАЧАТЬ “So I’m told. By you and Gabe and Raquel. Repeatedly. Yet he left the ranch to all three of his sons.” The remaining hay followed.

      The man was persistent, and she didn’t like persistent people. Too reminiscent of her ex-husband. Though in all fairness to Josh and anyone else, her ex went above and beyond. If not for him demanding she stay and continue their argument, Javier might not have—

      “I’m sorry,” Josh said between armfuls. “I know you don’t like the situation.”

      “None of us do.”

      “You have your sanctuary.”

      She crossed her arms and eyed him. “Which you want.”

      He stopped. “The cattle operation is barely getting by. The sanctuary pastureland is some of the best on the ranch.”

      “Grass wouldn’t be in such sort supply if you hadn’t bought four hundred steer last month.”

      “That wasn’t my decision alone. Gabe is the one who suggested we buy the steer.”

      “And it’s his fault they were sick with red nose?”

      Josh’s expression hardened. “I didn’t say that. Don’t put words in my mouth.”

      She had. Mostly because she understood why Gabe had pushed for the purchase of the steer. He wanted his half brothers gone more than Cara did.

      With the help of their neighbor, Theo McGraw, and the money Cole had received from selling his championship horses, the steer were now healthy and thriving, recovered from the virus. They were also eating. A lot.

      “Cattle are what put the roof over our heads and the food on our table,” Josh said.

      “I’ll pay rent,” Cara answered stiffly. Donations were down, but she’d find the money somehow.

      “We don’t want your money.”

      She resisted lashing out. The fact was, she did depend on Dos Estrellas for her room and board. The arrangement hadn’t felt one-sided when August was alive. Cara had contributed to the household by running errands, cooking and cleaning so that Raquel could devote herself entirely to August’s care.

      Since his death, Cara had poured herself even more into the sanctuary, her contributions at home not needed as much. She supposed it was possible for others, like Josh, to view her as a freeloader. He didn’t see her as part of the family like Raquel and Gabe did. The way August had. They’d taken in her and Javier without a single qualm or hesitation after she and her ex separated. She loved them for it.

      “What do you want?” she asked testily.

      “If this ranch goes under, you’ll lose the sanctuary.”

      “Hmm. Either I lose the sanctuary by giving the land back to you and your brother, or I lose it because the ranch goes under.” Her voice dripped sarcasm. “Let see, which option do I pick?”

      Josh’s expression remained hard. “You’d be giving the land to Gabe, too.”

      “He doesn’t want it.”

      She had Josh there. Gabe was her staunchest supporter. He’d fought his half brothers tooth and nail, insisting she be allowed to continue using the five hundred acres August had granted to her in his will.

      “Not yet.” Josh arched one brow. “He may change his mind when we go broke.”

      “He’ll sell off some of the cattle first. He’s done it before.”

      “Cole and I weren’t here then.”

      She tensed. “Are you threatening me?”

      “I’m asking you to see reason.”

      “Ah.” She nodded. “Your version of reason.”

      “Let’s not argue. That’s not why I came here.”

      “Why did you?”

      “First we finish feeding.” He hoisted a bale from the flatbed trailer.

      She started to protest, again, that she didn’t need help. The pain shooting up her arm from her sore hand changed her mind.

      They labored side by side for several minutes and were almost done when he asked, in a far more amiable tone, “What got you started rescuing mustangs?”

      She considered making an excuse about why she didn’t feel like talking. Instead she said, “The Powells.”

      “The family who owns the horse stables up the road?”

      She nodded. “We’re friends with them. They rescued Prince a few years ago. He was the last wild mustang in the valley. Up until the 1950s, wild herds continued to roam the mountains. After Prince, the Powells began rescuing other mustangs from all over the state. Ones that were starving or in overpopulated herds or sometimes abused and neglected.”

      “But how did you become involved?”

      “The Powells needed help, and I had time.”

      That was true. It was also true she’d started volunteering after things between her and Manuel had turned bad. Javier was a baby. The Powells hadn’t minded that she brought him along, as they were simply happy for another set of hands. But Josh didn’t need to know that part, and she wasn’t about to tell him.

      “When did you acquire the sanctuary and move it here?”

      Leave it to Josh to ask the hardest question. “Three years ago. The Powells were running out of room and busy with—” She hesitated, not wanting to say “having babies and raising their children.” That had been an activity Cara and the Powell wives once had in common. “With work,” she finally said. “I started with a few mustangs. Then more. Eventually, they all came.”

      That was after her son died. Without the sanctuary, Cara was convinced she’d have gone quietly crazy.

      A loud clattering made them turn around. They were met by twenty or so mustangs, their heads hanging over the gate and their tails swishing.

      “Looks like the natives are getting restless.” Josh smiled at the horses ready to storm the feeding station and chow down.

      Cara would have replied except she couldn’t. Josh’s smile, and the laughter lighting his eyes, literally captivated her. He was so handsome, more rugged than movie-star pretty despite his classic blond hair and blue eyes. Not that she hadn’t noticed his looks before now. But their effects on her were new.

      She and Josh didn’t usually stand this close. That must have been the reason. If she moved her hand a mere inch, it would graze his shoulder. She wasn’t tempted. More like curious. It had been a long time since she’d touched a man with anything other than innocent casualness.

      Wait. Wait. Wait! This was seven kinds of wrong. Josh Dempsey was the last man about whom she should be entertaining romantic notions. Correction: she should not be entertaining such notions about any man. Her son had died two years ago in an entirely СКАЧАТЬ