Falling For The Cowgirl. Tina Radcliffe

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       Chapter Three

      AJ stood on the porch of the bunkhouse, looking out at the ranch while sipping a cup of coffee. Dark clouds covered the sky, shrouding everything in black and gray, even as the sun struggled to wake the land at 6:30 a.m. The month of April brought the heaviest amounts of precipitation to this part of Oklahoma. Today was about to give evidence to that.

      Her first Sunday at Big Heart Ranch. Despite the weather, there was a peace to the land that reminded her of days on Red River Ranch, her daddy’s spread. What would her life be like if her parents hadn’t died? AJ pushed the thought aside.

      The only thing she carried from the past was the promise she’d made to herself when she’d buried her mother. Someday she’d be a permanent part of a ranch that needed her. Wanted her. And she intended to keep that promise.

      Something moved to her left and AJ switched on the porch light. A roadrunner dashed across the yard, his long, slender legs kicking up red dust.

      Sunrise would arrive within the hour. Her plan was to be well on her way to checking the fences by then. She’d be done and could shower and catch the late service at the Timber Community Church if all went well.

      Stepping back into the bunkhouse she rinsed out her cup and tidied up, leaving everything the way she’d found it. Nothing out of place. Rue Butterfield had left last night and now AJ had the bunkhouse to herself. She remained unsettled and a bit afraid to hope that she might have a future here. Lucy and Emma Maxwell were her biggest supporters. Now all she had to do was to continue to prove to Travis she could do the job.

      Rue’s King James Bible was still on her bed and AJ peeked at the open page as she walked by. A verse had been underlined with a red pen. Proverbs 3:5–6. “Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths.”

      AJ put a hand to her heart and swallowed. That was pretty much the story of her life. She said a silent prayer as she tucked a disposable rain slicker into the pocket of her denim jacket, grabbed her hat and carefully closed the bunkhouse door behind her.

      The air was ripe with the scent of rain and, despite her prayer, an undefinable dread followed her as she headed to the Ute. Shivers danced down her arms all the way to the equestrian center. Why the ominous feeling? She’d checked spread fences dozens of times before. She could do this job.

      AJ parked the Ute and hurried her steps. The stable door creaked with the effort of sliding open the latch to reveal the glowing amber of floor track lights.

      Her hand searched the wall, finally locating the switches and turning on half the overhead lights. She walked down to Ace’s stall and called a soft greeting.

      The horse nickered in acknowledgment. AJ dug in her pocket for the apple she’d brought and pulled out her pocketknife to cut it. She smiled as Ace inched closer, sniffing and snorting with anticipation.

      This was the same routine she and Gus had each day.

      She missed her horse. Gus was a gift from her mother. The blue roan ranch horse wasn’t getting younger, either. Lem had promised her he’d look after Gus when she’d left, and she prayed he’d kept that promise. Mostly she tried not to think about the situation, because if she did she’d get all teary-eyed. There was no room in her life for sentiment.

      Once Ace finished chomping the apple, AJ grabbed a brush from the tack room and found her saddle and a blanket. She entered the stall and gave Ace a gentle nose-rub before brushing the animal’s coat and examining her legs.

      “Morning, AJ.”

      AJ jumped at Travis’s voice and the brush tumbled from her hand to the ground.

      “Sorry,” he said.

      “I was thinking, and didn’t hear you,” AJ murmured. Picking up the brush, she faced him. As usual Travis’s eyes did the talking. Today they spoke of his surprise at seeing her in the stables this early and maybe a hint of respect.

      She turned back to Ace and, for moments, the only sound was the rhythmic strokes of the brush, along with horse’s nickering.

      AJ focused on the job at hand, trying to block out the man. The rapid tripping of her heart when he was near confused her. Once again her mind scrambled to understand. Why this man? Why now? In her line of work she couldn’t afford romantic notions about cowboys she worked with.

      Bitter memories crowded in. Hadn’t she learned anything at her last position? The range boss had taken a liking to her and though she’d kept him at a distance, rumors had persisted. Enough so that the other ranch hands had made her life impossible. She’d been forced to walk away after giving that spread two years of her life.

      It took all her concentration to tack up Ace while Travis stood by with his arms looped over the top of the stall.

      Settling the blanket on Ace’s back, she hefted the saddle into position before turning to Travis again. “Are you planning to observe for the duration?”

      “I’m trying to figure you out. I thought I told you to take the day off. It’s Sunday. I’ll be in big trouble if my sisters think I kept you from church.”

      “You juggle saddles, too, as I recall.” She smiled. “And I plan to attend the late service.”

      “I’m going to have to watch my words. This is the second time I’ve had them dangled in my face.”

      AJ adjusted the cinch, tucking her head away so as not to laugh.

      “You’re going to check fences, aren’t you?”

      “I am.” She nodded. “I looked at the schedule. Rusty was on for this morning. I’m his supervisor, so it’s СКАЧАТЬ