Rocky Mountain Hero. Audra Harders

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      The dog tilted his head, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth in a pant. He pawed the wheel and a sharp blast of the horn filled the air. Gabe pointed at the ground. “Out.”

      Fletcher scrambled back over his lap, launched off the seat and trotted toward the open door of the ranch office.

      “Does he bite?” a small voice called from the back.

      Gabe looked over at the boy with blond hair and blue eyes just like his mother’s. “Not unless you’re dinner.”

      A smile broke out across the kid’s face. “Cool. I like dogs. Can I go play with him?”

      “You bet, if—”

      Jason shot through the open door faster than a squirrel after the last nut of the season. Melanie tried to catch him, but too late. “Jason, wait.”

      Her brows drawn, she angled her chin toward the open door. As she puffed out a breath, the family resemblance between mother and son solidified in Gabe’s mind.

      Hank laughed. “That boy has more energy than a coon-hound on scent.”

      “He’s been cooped up for three hours in a truck.” Melanie clutched the blanket ends together.

      “He’s a boy, ma’am.” Hank cut the engine and climbed out of the truck.

      “Every inch of him, I’m afraid.” She dropped back against the seat.

      Gabe unlatched the door and swung around. Melanie sat squinting into the sun, making her look more like a wistful little girl than the mom of a rambunctious boy. No woman had the right to look so feminine with mud streaked across her face and an army blanket clutched to her chin. He shoved his door wide. “Welcome to the Circle D.”

      Angling out of his seat, he held the door open with his knee and offered a hand. Melanie pulled the edges of the blanket tighter. Gabe tugged the slicker over his head and tossed it in the back of the truck.

      The kitchen door opened. “Gabe? Manny said someone had a wreck on the ridge?” His mom stepped out, cup and towel in her hand. Setting them down, she hurried across the yard to the truck. Her brows shot up as she gave him a quick once-over. “What happened to you?”

      “Bad road.” Mud coated his back making him feel like a moth outgrowing his cocoon. He needed a shower. His guests probably wanted one, too.

      “Hmm, mighty big puddle.” Grace Davidson trained her keen eyesight on the newcomers. “Anything serious?”

      “Just a little dent. Nothing Manny can’t fix.”

      Melanie snagged her foot on the edge of the blanket as she slid out of her seat. The rough wool tangled around her bare ankle, throwing her off balance. Gabe circled her waist with his arm and bent down to loose the fabric. Skin as soft as the belly of a newborn foal grazed his rough fingertips.

      Melanie glared at him. She bit her lip and grabbed at the blanket edge beneath her foot. Her ear pressed against his jaw. “Meet Grace Davidson, my mother.”

      “Welcome to the Circle D.” She tilted her head and gave Melanie a high brow. “Though by the looks of it, our welcome isn’t too warm.”

      Fishing out from beneath the blanket, Melanie held out her hand. “Sorry to be a bother. Our truck had a little incident.”

      The clang of steel fence panels from the loading corrals beside the barn filled the air. Gabe twisted around to see a muscular Charolais bull pace the perimeter of the pen, his furry, white head butting the rails every few feet. Charolais stock on a whole had reasonable dispositions. Just his luck to get the exception to the rule. Ol’ Milk River just hadn’t been able to put his rodeo life behind him.

      Gabe pushed past them and ran across the compound, every muscle in his body strung tight as a new line on an old pole. The top rail of the pen rattled and he prayed the posts around the corral held in place.

      “Hank. Grab the rope.” He swept his hat in the air over the bull. “Manny! Open the chute!” He yelled at the bull butting his head against the dented fence panel. If the Charolais broke loose, no telling what—or who—he’d tear up. Another slam against the panel and Gabe lost his foothold on the rail. Snagging at the top post, he held tight, bracing for Milk River to slam into him again.

      Chapter Three

      “Jason,” Melanie yelled, as she caught her son by his shirt collar. “Stay back!”

      “Mom! He’s going to rip down the fence!”

      As Jason struggled toward the cattle pens he obviously wasn’t listening to the danger in his own words. The way the fence panels rattled, she didn’t doubt the whole thing might come down. “Jason, let them handle it. Stay out of the way.”

      Even as she cautioned him, she and Jason followed the crowd. Melanie scooped up the edges of the blanket wrapped around her and stumbled along, clenching her jaw each time she stepped on a rock with her bare feet.

      She held Jason back a good distance from the pens, not wanting him to get in the way. Gabe stood on the third rail, his hat in his hand as he waved the bull away. The animal shook his head and swung around. White hide and black eyes flashed as the massive body connected with the panel again. Melanie stood in shock, sensing the waves of anger rolling off the animal.

      Another slam into the panel, and Gabe lost his foothold. Melanie tasted bile as she watched him hook his arm over the top rail and regain his hold. The bull bounced against the rails. Gabe yelled and waved his hat much like the other cowboys positioned around the pen.

      Metal clanked against metal. The bull bellowed, his sights set on the open gate into another chute. The bull bucked across the pen, snorted and trotted out. Corral panels locked together and voices rose above the clamor of the disgruntled bovine.

      Gabe hopped to the ground and cradled his bruised arm. Melanie searched for further danger before approaching the injured cowboy. An uncomfortable mixture of awe and fear churned in her belly. This was not the kind of place she and Jason needed to spend time. As soon as her truck got pulled up to the road, they’d be on their way. Didn’t matter if she had to drive to Montrose with a dented fender.

      They needed to get out of here.

      “Are you okay? That bull didn’t look happy.”

      He stood shaking his injured arm, his chest rising and falling in a rapid beat. “Nothing worse than a cranky animal having a bad day. I can’t always vouch for the dispositions of the stock my brother sends home.”

      This was a gift? Melanie peeked through the rails at the bull standing quietly in the back pen, swishing his tail as if nothing was wrong. “So, what does your brother have against you?”

      Gabe stared at her a moment. A grin tugged at his lips. “This isn’t a bull for me. It’s for the auction we’re having.” Gabe looked over his shoulder. “All the stock you see in the pens here is up for auction.”

      “You’re going to let some poor unsuspecting person bid on that killer?” Her mouth fell open. “That’s worse.”

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