One Rodeo Season. Sarah M. Anderson

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      “He’s my bull,” she snapped. “Touch him again and you will live to regret it.”

      “You’re the stock contractor?” But he said it to her back as she turned and stomped off in the direction of the pens. “She’s the stock contractor?” he asked the only other person who was listening.

      Jack didn’t answer. He was too busy laughing.

      Ian twisted back around and tried to see where she’d gone. Who was she?

      Someone tiny and fierce and unafraid of him. Someone who had a hell of a lot of spark.

      It wasn’t as if Ian hadn’t been yelled at before—he had. Especially the time he’d dated two girls years ago. Yeah, that hadn’t been his smartest idea. But Ian was a big guy—especially compared to a slip of a girl. Most women—hell, most men—wouldn’t confront him like that. She’d gotten the drop on him, and that, he didn’t like. Next time—if there was a next time—he didn’t want to be caught off guard.

      He hoped there was a next time.

      He located her as an older man in a ten-gallon hat stepped in front of her. The huge hat topped off a face pinched into a permanent sneer. The long mustache did nothing to improve the man’s appearance. Neither did the potbelly that hung over his belt buckle. Aside from the belly, everything else about the man was scrawny—scrawny mustache, scrawny legs, scrawny neck. He was ugly and mean looking, but the cocky grin on his face said loud and clear that he enjoyed the meanness.

      The man said something to her. Even at the distance of twenty or so feet, Ian saw her reaction. Her shoulders tightened and she took a nervous step backward. The older man said something else, and the woman backed up again.

      The hackles went up on the back of Ian’s neck and he started moving. Okay, so that woman might have dressed him down in public, but Ian didn’t like the way the man was leering at her and he especially didn’t like the way the woman was reacting. Where was the no-fear, take-no-prisoners woman who had threatened him within an inch of his life? She was gone, replaced by a small woman who was afraid of the older man.

      Not on Ian’s watch, that was for damn sure.

      Well, he amended as he heard her snap something out at the older man, maybe afraid wasn’t the right word.

      As Ian got within earshot, he heard the older man say, “...to see something bad happen to a pretty little thing like you, Evans,” in tones of mock concern.

      Evans what? Surely that wasn’t her first name.

      The man’s tone was dismissive and threatening. Ian had heard plenty of men talk to his cousin June that way because she wanted to ride bulls. Ian had backed June up when she wanted to ride. Just because Evans didn’t necessarily like him didn’t mean she didn’t deserve the same.

      “You wouldn’t,” she shot back. Her voice wasn’t quite as sharp as it had been with him. “You’d only hate it if someone else got first crack at the Straight Arrow.” She held her ground and, as Ian came up behind her, stood as tall as she could. “Stay the hell away from me and my bulls, Slim.”

      Okay, so these two had history—that much was clear. A small gathering of cowboys had formed around Evans and Slim. Ian noticed that most of the cowboys were standing behind Slim. Evans looked small and very alone.

      Nope, not happening on his watch.

      Slim smiled the oily smile of a man who would get what he wanted, one way or the other. “Or what?” he asked, the mock concern replaced by sheer menace.

      Ian cleared his throat and crossed his arms. She started, but didn’t make a noise. Instead, she glanced over her shoulder and made eye contact with Ian. He gave her a curt nod that he hoped said, I’m on your side. At least in this matter.

      The corner of her mouth twitched, as if she wanted to smile but wasn’t going to. Then she turned back to Slim, who was now glaring at Ian with undisguised hatred. “Do you really want to find out, Slim? Because I guarantee you won’t like it. I’m not afraid of you.” This statement was only slightly contradicted by the way her voice wavered. “My father wasn’t afraid of you, either.”

      Slim spat. “He can’t protect you anymore, you little—”

      “Watch your mouth around a lady,” Ian growled as he flexed his muscles. That was a threat, plain and clear. And sometimes, a threat had to be met with a threat.

      Slim snorted. “What are you going to do about it, Geronimo? Scalp me?”

      Ian charged. His vision narrowed until all he could see was Slim. Just like when he’d been on the football field, when all he could see was the quarterback, the ball. His body primed for the hit, the satisfying crunch of pad against pad, bone against bone.

      He didn’t make it. Suddenly, he was jerked to the side. At the same time, Evans turned around and put both hands on his chest, pushing him back.

      “Dammit, Chief,” Jack hissed in his ear. “You’ll get kicked off the circuit.”

      “Don’t,” Evans said, her wide eyes all the wider with a mix of horror and fear. Then she pitched her voice up louder. “He’s not worth it.”

      Ian’s vision widened enough to see that Slim was now standing behind two riders Ian didn’t know real well. Ian could have easily taken them both. “What’s the matter?” he asked, shaking off Jack. “You’ll threaten a woman but you’re too much a coward to man up?”

      “Boy,” Slim said, spitting the word out as if it was an insult. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with.” Then he turned on his heel and walked off.

      Ian watched him go and then turned his attention to Evans. “There,” he said. “That should—”

      “What the hell is your problem?” Evans demanded, cutting him off. “Are you trying to ruin my life or what? Because you’re doing a damn fine job.”

      “I was trying to help,” Ian said through gritted teeth.

      “Well, don’t. I don’t need any help, certainly not from you. I don’t know how I can make it any clearer, buddy— Leave. Me. Alone.”

      And with that, she turned and stormed off for the second time in less than fifteen minutes.

      Ian blinked, but this time she really was gone.

      “What the hell happened?” he asked Jack.

      “I think,” Jack replied, his Texas drawl stronger than normal, “you made her mad.”

      “Yeah, thanks for that insight,” Ian shot back. He looked again, but he didn’t see Miss Evans from the Straight Arrow Ranch anywhere.

      Ian started after where he’d last seen her, but the promoter began shouting that the short goes was starting and everyone needed to stop standing around and gawking like schoolboys.

      Ian had to get back to work.

      But he wasn’t done with Miss Evans.

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