HEALING A COWBOY’S HEART
Cowboy Dreamin’ 2
Sandy Sullivan
Erotic Romance
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Healing a Cowboy’s Heart
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HEALING A COWBOY’S HEART
Cowboy Dreamin’ 2
Sandy Sullivan
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One
“What the hell?” Jeffery Young slammed on the brakes and pulled his beat up Chevy truck over to the side of the road.
“Where we goin’, Daddy?”
“To the south pasture, but I need to figure out what these people are doin’ on our land, buddy. You stay here.” He hopped out of the truck but left it running to keep it cool in the interior for his son. Three-year-old Ben loved to go with his dad on ranch business. Even though summer had officially come to an end, the days still got hot in Bandera, Texas. Today they’d planned to check on the water trough in the south pasture. He needed to patch it before winter set in.
“Okay,” Ben said, swinging his small booted feet.
Jeff hopped out of the truck, slamming the door behind him. “Who the hell are you? What are you doin’ on Thunder Ridge land?”
A petite blonde stood next to a larger guy he recognized from the land surveyors office in town. He noticed right away how her hair caught the sunlight, bouncing it off the curls when she turned to face him. Green eyes the color of spring grass gazed at him behind the small round glasses perched on her nose.
“Excuse me?”
“What are you doin’ on my land?”
“Surveying. What does it look like?”
The woman sounded way too damned perky for his taste. “Who are you?” He turned to face the man from town. “George, what’s goin’ on here?”
“We’re doin’ a land survey, Jeff.” George motioned to the woman next to him. “This here is Terri Kennedy.”
“Nice to meet you.” She held out her hand, but he ignored it with a scowl.
“No one ordered a survey of our land. You don’t need to be on our property.”
“It’s not for Thunder Ridge. It’s for the new development.” George looked uncomfortable as he shifted back and forth on his feet.
“Get the hell off my property,” Jeff snarled. “We ain’t supportin’ the developers takin’ over the ranch land out here.”
“We have a right to use this road to survey the property boundaries. It’s a county road.”
“Not as long as you’re off the blacktop, it ain’t. It’s Young property.”
“Is he correct, Mr. Scott? Is this private property beyond the blacktop?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Well then, we shall move to the blacktop area.” She stomped h
er booted feet as she moved twenty feet up the road. Her curvy little ass bounced with each step, emphasizing the cute roundness much to his chagrin. “Now, we can continue where we left off. I’m sure you can make the adjustments to the measurements.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The little smirk on her kissable lips drove his anger higher. He didn’t want to notice anything about the woman, but here he stood watching everything about her. “Fuck.”
“Did you say something?”
“No, ma’am. Get your business done and get off this road.”
“You know you don’t have to be so surly. I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m here as the architect for Meyer, Jessup and Cole.”
Jeff moved closer. Something about her pissed him off. Was it the development or her in general? He didn’t care. She needed to leave and leave fast. “Whoever they are.”
“They are the firm handling the land development in this area.”
“We don’t want a damn development here. We have plenty of problems with not enough open land for the wildlife around here. Having houses will take away the natural habitat.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but there isn’t anything I can do about it. I’m only here to make sure the surrounding property the developers bought will be able to handle the architecture they are planning to build.”
“Just get done and get out of here. If you ain’t gone before I get back, I’ll have you arrested for trespassin’.”
“Try it, buddy! We aren’t on your property now.”
“You were lady,” he growled, spinning on his booted heel and heading back to his truck. “Damn infuriatin’ woman. Who the hell does she think she is? This is our property. She doesn’t belong out here in her fancy shit-kickers, her designer jeans or her fancy western shirt. Like her outfit would make her fit in. Ha!”
“Daddy?”
“Yeah, buddy?” he asked, trying to calm his temper. The last thing he wanted was Ben thinking he’d gotten pissed off at him. His mother did enough damage when she had him to last a fucking lifetime.
“How come we missed the cake at Grandma’s? I wanted cake.”
“We’ll get some when we get back, okay? I didn’t think a wedding reception was a good place for you.” It wasn’t the whole truth and he knew it. He’d taken the easy way out of watching Joel and Mesa cut their cake. The wedding was beautiful, but he just didn’t want to see his brother happily simpering over his new bride when his bitch of an ex-wife didn’t even spend their wedding night with him. She went off with her friends, got drunk and disappeared for two days while he frantically tried to find her. He should have known from day one what kind of life they would have, but he didn’t want to realize she wanted only his family’s name and the prestige of the ranchland they owned. “Grandma will save you some, I’m sure.”
“Okay.”
He glanced at his pride and joy. Even if he hated his ex, at least she’d given him Ben. He loved the kid with everything in his heart. His boy was turning into a miniature of himself from the tip of his straw cowboy hat to the belt buckle he insisted on wearing. The kid was cowboy to the bone. No doubt about it. Not like he had much choice since all eight of his uncles were cowboys and so was his granddad. They ran Thunder Ridge Cattle Ranch including the small dude ranch they’d turned the place into to supplement their income.
He took his job of feeding his pony to heart too. Every morning they went out to the corral behind the main house, fed and watered the small horse before any other chores were done.
“Let’s get this done then so we can go back for the cake.”
“Yep.”
Jeff glanced in the rearview mirror only to catch the woman watching him pull on down the road.
* * * *
Terri shielded her eyes from the glaring sun as she watched the man slowly pull down the road. She noticed his long, lean frame when he’d climbed out of the cab of his dirty, old truck. He definitely had cowboy down to an art from the top of his cowboy hat to the tip of his dirty boots. She could tell he was the real deal unlike the men she knew in Houston. Even though Houston was smack dab in the middle of cowboy country, most men she dated weren’t cowboys. They were strictly corporate types—suits, ties and penny loafers.
Too bad she couldn’t see his eyes. You could tell a lot about a man by his eyes.
Oh well, he’d been so pissed off at her being there, it’s not like he would have looked twice at her anyway. She glanced down at her outfit. The new jeans, western shirt and pointed toe cowboy boots looked cute this morning when she’d put them on, but up against his tattered jeans, plain blue T-shirt and worn boots, she looked like a city slicker. Not something she wanted. She needed to fit in according to her clients. She had to rethink her clothing choices apparently.
Getting in with the locals was a priority. She needed information on the water levels, plants, wildlife and other pieces of the puzzle to be able to put together the plans for the housing development, and who better to get it from than one of the local cowboys.
She looked at George wondering whether she could get the information from him. Nah, he seemed like a nice enough guy, but he wouldn’t have the ins and outs knowledge of a cowboy. Hmm. Maybe she could stay at one of the local dude ranches and pick the brains of the wranglers. Yeah. Sounded like a good idea to her.
“Hey, George. I know there are several dude ranches around here. Which one do you think is the best?”
“Thunder Ridge.”
“Like the one that belongs to the cowboy who just chased us off his land?”
“Yep.” George spit tobacco juice several feet away.
Totally gross!
“It’s the nicest in the area. They have a great main lodge, meals are included, swimmin’ pool. You name it. They got it. The small little guest cabins are the best, although I hear there are ghosts in the main lodge.”
“Really?”
“Yep.” He scratched his chin. “One of the boys just got married this weekend to a city gal from Los Angeles.”
“Boys?”
“There’s nine of them out there, including Jeff who you just sort of met. He’s kind of testy, that one. Doesn’t take kindly to strangers on their property. He’s been very vocal about hatin’ the land developers buyin’ up the property out here.”
“I gathered that.”
“He’s got a real piss pour attitude about him these days. ‘Course with his ex bein’ such a bitch, I can certainly see why.”
“Hmm.”
“You could do worse than goin’ out there for a few days if you’re thinkin’ along them lines.”
“I was, yes. I need more information.”
“Get in good with one of them boys and you’ll have everythin’ you need. The family has been here for a long time. Those boys grew up here. No one knows the land like they do.”
“Thank you for the information, George. You’ve been a big help.” She glanced at the sun making a slow decent into the evening sky. “Are we about done here?”
“Yes, ma’am. Just figuring up the last of it. I’ll get the stakes posted tomorrow so you all know where to cut the parcels.”
“Thank you. You’ve been a huge help.”
“You’re welcome, ma’am.”
George packed up his gear a few moments later before they headed to where his survey truck sat on the side of the road.
Oops. They hadn’t moved the truck. It still sat on Young property. She snerked. I should have George put one of the survey stakes right there since it’s on the dirt road. Really piss off Mr. Jeff Young, the jerk.
She could see dust billowing in the distance. “We’d better get out of here. I think our non-hospitable company is coming back. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to end up in jail.”
“Jeff is a lot of talk. He wouldn’t call the cops since he doesn’t want to have to deal with the sheriff.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. The sheriff is who his ex cheated on him with. They don’t have muc
h to do with each other if they can avoid it.”
“Oh. I can see why he wouldn’t.”
“Yep, but we should be goin’ anyway. You don’t want to rile the Young family. You could use them on your side if you’re set on puttin’ in them houses you’re plannin’.”
“Thanks. Let’s get out of here, then.”
George started the truck just as Jeff pulled alongside his vehicle, slowing down to glare at them from inside his own.
Damn, the man is a jerk! What an ass!
George rolled down the window when Jeff rolled down the passenger window of his. “We was just leavin’, Jeff.”
“See that you do, George. I don’t wanna see her back out here.”
Terri saw a cute little boy wave from the passenger seat and she waved back. “Cute boy.”
Jeff glared before gunning his truck, fishtailing slightly until the truck found pavement.
“Is he always so personable?”
George chuckled. “Yep. Wait until you get to know him a little better. It’s even worse when you’re close to him. He’s always gettin’ into fights with his brothers over somethin’.”
“Sounds like a charming family.”
“Oh, they’re nice enough, especially Nina. She’s his momma. Nice lady. Her sister works at the diner in town. Ann. She’s sweet too. They just don’t want to roll with the times. I’m surprised the ranch started takin’ guests.”
“Why’s that?”
“They run cattle. Longhorns and beef cattle. Angus, I think. They’re kind of stuck in the past, but I think they are working towards keepin’ things more modern even though Jeff would live on the cattle alone. Unfortunately, beef prices have fallen on tough times over the last several years.”
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