Mckettrick's Choice. Linda Lael Miller

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СКАЧАТЬ other side of the ranch house, which was, she admitted to herself, really just a cabin, Angelina and Raul slumbered on, their soft snores interweaving.

      The remnants of last night’s rain dripped through holes in the roof, the chimney was still stopped up with birds’ nests, dirt and layers of soot and she would have sold her soul for a cup of hot, fresh coffee.

      By now, her father knew that she’d not only defected from his household and claimed her property and what remained of her funds, but stolen his servants as well. He was probably livid. No, no probably about it, she thought, squaring herself to face reality.

      Judge Alexander Fellows was surely in a fury, and even now taking steps to deal with his rebellious daughter.

      Isaac Templeton’s vast spread sprawled on one side of her little ranch, and Holt McKettrick’s on the other. For all her brave thoughts to the contrary, a range war was a very real possibility, and if it happened, Lorelei would most likely be caught square in the middle.

      She didn’t know how to ride. She didn’t know how to shoot.

      She didn’t own a single cow, or a horse.

      So why, she wondered, smiling, did she feel so exhilarated?

      “GOOD GOD,” said Holt McKettrick, right out loud, when, riding along the creekbank, with Tillie’s dog trotting along behind his horse, he saw Lorelei Fellows kneeling on the other side, splashing her face with water.

      She couldn’t have heard him; he was still a hundred yards away, at least, but she looked up, just the same, and took him in with a visible lack of enthusiasm.

      The dog, spotting her, barked exuberantly and plunged right into the stream, paddling toward her for all he was worth.

      Lorelei’s sour expression turned sweet as she watched Sorrowful make his way across. He came up onto the bank beside her and shook off the creek water with a mighty effort, making her laugh aloud, the sound ringing like church bells of a Sunday morning.

      It did something to Holt, hearing her erupt with joy like that. Caused a soft, subtle shift inside him.

      That riled him.

      Setting his jaw, he urged Traveler into the water and crossed.

      Lorelei paid him no notice; she was busy having a reunion with the dog.

      He felt a sting, watching them, and this did not have a positive effect upon his disposition.

      “What the devil are you doing out here?” he asked Lorelei, getting down from the Appaloosa and leaving the horse to drink from the stream.

      Lorelei was nose to nose with that dog, ruffling his ears and laughing, and she took her time answering. Got to her feet, fussed over Sorrowful a while longer and patted her hair. Her fine breasts rose when she did that, and Holt felt another sharp shift, somewhere in his middle.

      “I live here,” she said.

      Holt scanned the property and found it sorry to behold. The house was on a tilt, and the barn, such as it was, had probably collapsed before Santa Ana massacred one hundred and eighty-five brave men at the Alamo. There were two wagons, one of them stuck axel-deep in drying mud, and the other dripping rainwater through the floorboards. A pair of town horses, pretty but essentially useless, grazed alongside the stream, and there wasn’t a cow to be seen.

      “Alone?” he asked, amazed.

      Her mouth tightened briefly, and she was sparing with her answer. “Angelina and Raul are with me.”

      “Does your father know about this?”

      She laughed, more at his consternation, he suspected, than because she had any case for mirth. “No doubt he does.”

      “Just what are you planning on doing, way out here?”

      “Making a life for myself,” she answered, with a confidence Holt found downright annoying. Didn’t the woman know there were outlaws on the prowl, not to mention renegade Indians, wolves, wild boars and every other kind of bad luck?

      Holt remembered his hat and took it off, shoving his free hand through his hair. “This is no place for a lady.”

      “Then it’s a good thing I’m not much of a lady,” Lorelei retorted.

      The words struck Holt like a sucker punch, though he was damned if he could think why.

      She chuckled at his expression, rocking a little on her heels. “Come now, Mr. McKettrick. Does that really come as such a shock to you? I’m the woman who burned her wedding dress in the town square, after all, and day before yesterday, when we met on the street, I’d just been booted out of the Ladies’ Benevolence Society.”

      “So you moved out here, to the middle of nowhere?” Holt challenged, strangely exasperated. What did he care if the damn fool female wanted to make her home on this godforsaken patch of no-account ground? “Seems a mite extreme, to me.”

      “I guess it is,” she allowed, obviously enjoying his discomfort. “But I’m here to stay.”

      He fiddled with his hat, looked away, looked back. “Damned if you’re not serious,” he marveled.

      “I certainly am,” she confirmed.

      Over her shoulder, he saw a Mexican man come out of the cabin, rubbing his eyes. Seeing Holt, he ducked back inside, probably to get his rifle.

      “At least you’re not alone,” Holt said, as she followed his gaze, but it was precious little comfort—to him at least.

      Sure enough, here came the Mexican, rifle in hand, followed by a plump little woman moving at a fast clip. Probably his wife.

      “Raul, Angelina,” Lorelei called to them, smiling. The dog was hunkered down beside her, wagging his stumpy tail and gazing up at her face with pure adoration. “I’d like you to meet Holt McKettrick—one of our neighbors.”

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