“I’m no stranger, Letty Sue,” the man with the gun stated.
Realization dawned quickly. Those eyes, she’d never forget them. They were the color of cold hard steel and had been stowed away in her mind.
Chase Wheeler.
“Remember me?” he asked, lowering his gun but directing his razor-sharp gaze toward her.
Speechless, she nodded. She barely remembered the boy with the Cheyenne name, Silver Wolf. But he was a man now, with strong features—dangerous eyes, aquiline nose, rigid jaw, tall in frame and she assumed a powerfully competitive opponent to any who crossed him. He was dressed in white man’s clothes, a plaid work shirt, chaps over his trousers and a black Stetson that seemed to cover up rather longish ink-black hair.
He drew in a deep breath, his eyes once again taking her in. A cold shiver ran down her spine.
Oh Lordy, Letty Sue.
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CHASE WHEELER’S WOMAN
CHARLENE SANDS
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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Epilogue
Chapter One
Sweet Springs, Texas 1881
Letty Sue Withers stormed out of the house with picnic basket in hand, her straw bonnet falling off her head and cascading down her back. She yanked at the ribbons, freeing herself of the disturbance. “Please, Albert, let’s just go.”
Albert Milner took hold of her bonnet, then helped her up onto the buggy. “Are you all right, Letty Sue?”
“I will be, as soon as you get me off the Double J. I need… I need cooling off time, is all.”
Albert shot her a curious glance, then handed her bonnet back before boarding the buggy and picking up the reins. With a flick of the wrist he coaxed the horse to a fast trot.
Wriggling her backside to get comfortable in the seat next to him, she noted beads of perspiration break out on the young assistant banker’s forehead. He was handsome in a book-learned way, she thought, eyeing his light blond hair and fine brocade suit.
This was the fourth time he’d come courting. Today he was taking her on a picnic. He was a pleasant companion—the precise tonic she needed to keep her mind off disagreeable subjects, like Mama leaving the ranch in the hands of a stranger.
“Care to tell me what’s got you so blustered?” he asked. The ranch house was just a dot on the horizon now. Albert slowed the horse to a steady walk.
“Oh Albert. Mama just informed me that she and her new husband, Jasper, are going on a honeymoon. To the East! Chicago, St. Louis, New York, all the places I long to see. Why, just about everybody this side of Louisiana knows how much I’ve dreamed of traveling East. It’s been a notion of mine since I was just a girl. Mama’s abandoning me to go off for a high time for three entire months, and that’s not the worst of it.”
Albert’s eyes gleamed. “You mean you’ll be alone at the ranch all that time? I could—”
“No, that’s just the point. I won’t be alone. Mama saw fit to hire on a new foreman. Seems Sam Fowler isn’t good enough to help me run the ranch, although he’s been with us the longest. Mama says he’s smitten with me and I’d just get his socks in a knot. But that just plain isn’t true. Why, Sam is the best friend I have on the ranch.”
Albert cleared his throat. “Joellen might have a point there, Letty Sue.”
“Oh, not you, too, Albert. Isn’t it bad enough Mama saw fit to hire a half-breed to run the ranch?”
“Why would she do that?” Puzzled, Albert lifted his light eyebrows.
“She trusts him. More than she trusts me. I told her I could handle the running of the ranch. Lordy, Albert, it’s been me and Mama for so long, how could she think of bringing a stranger on the ranch to oversee things? It’s not fair and I won’t have it.” Although she knew the man her mother had hired wasn’t really a stranger, Letty Sue wouldn’t abide that notion. For all purposes, he was a stranger—to her.
“Seems to me your mama’s mind is set.”
“Well, I’m not letting anyone run roughshod over me at the ranch my father lost his very life trying to protect. They shot him right before Mama’s eyes, Albert. And you know what she did? She picked up her Winchester without so much as a skip of her heartbeat and chased those cattle rustlers right off our property.”
“Your mama’s as brave a woman as I’ve ever known, Letty Sue. Everyone in town respects her.”
“Yes, I know.” Letty Sue’s ire plummeted. She took a deep breath of air, sighing. “Mama’s wonderful and all, but sometimes it’s just plain hard being her daughter. It’s time I proved that I’m a capable woman, just like her. ”
“Why?” Albert asked, a curious expression on his face.
“Why?”
“Yes, why all of a sudden do you want to prove your worth?”
She shook her head slowly, contemplating her answer. It had dawned on her recently that she wanted the same respect her mama had attained. Joellen Withers had lost a husband. That in itself might have done in a weaker woman, but Joellen had brought the Double J to prosperity and raised a daughter at the same time. She had struggled through the years, made lifelong friends and survived in a business that was essentially managed by men.
“I’m approaching twenty-one years old and Mama still treats me like a child. She’s been so overprotective since…well, since the Indian attack. If only she’d give me a chance, Albert. That’s all I ask.”
Letty Sue glanced out at the land her father had worked from sunrise to sunset. Grazing cattle roamed over the rugged terrain, finding sources of food nature provided by way of rain and sunshine. Letty Sue had been just a little girl when her father died. Then had come the Indian attack. She didn’t blame her mother for her protective ways, but it was time for Letty Sue to set things to right. “I want to travel some, Albert. Once Mama returns with her
new husband, I plan to strike out on my own. I want to see something of the world. It’s been a dream of mine…forever.”
“I can’t imagine Joellen letting you go off.”
“She will, I’m certain of it,” Letty Sue answered, nearly willing it so in her mind. “I just have to prove I can handle myself.” She put a hand to her abdomen. “All this unpleasant talk is just too unsettling.” With a little groan, she added, “My stomach’s churning inside.”
Albert took her hand and brushed a kiss along her knuckles. “I sure am glad you trusted me enough to share your troubles, Letty Sue. It means a great deal.”
Letty Sue removed her hand from his. She was just letting loose some frustration, and Albert seemed willing to listen. She wasn’t at all sure how much she trusted him. “Can we speak of more agreeable subjects now? Please?”
Letty Sue cast him a sweet smile, hoping he was capable of making her forget any unpleasantness for a few hours. But her mama’s words kept pounding in her ears.
I trust Chase Wheeler with my life, and yours, too, Letty Sue.
Chase Wheeler, part Cheyenne Indian, a stranger. Letty Sue shivered, then shook her head, breaking free of thoughts so perplexing they clouded her mind. She wouldn’t think about it. She’d keep her mind set on having a pleasing picnic lunch with Albert and forget about her fate for the moment.
“Are you cold, Letty Sue?” Albert asked, witnessing her slight tremble.
“No, not at all, Albert.”
“Well, uh, sure is a nice day for a picnic. I’m glad you suggested it.”
She grabbed onto him to steady herself when the buggy hit a bump in the road. Her breast brushed against his coat sleeve. Albert’s face flushed with color.
“Yes, I am, too, but Mama says there’s a storm brewing. Why, the sky’s as blue as my new sapphire necklace, and the air is warm as anything. ’Course, Mama’s seldom wrong. She’s got good instincts predicting the weather.”
“I promised her I wouldn’t keep you out too long,” he said, then added, “You sure do look pretty today, Letty Sue.”
“Why, thank you, Albert. How very nice of you to say so. Do you like my new necklace?” She fingered the blue gem delicately. “Robbie Nichols gifted it to me on my birthday. Wasn’t that nice of him?”
Albert studied the necklace, a frown bringing down the corners of his mouth. “Uh, why yes, Letty Sue. Be sure to tell me when your birthday comes up again. I wouldn’t want to miss such a special occasion.”
“Oh, I certainly will, Albert.”
He drove the buggy a far distance, to a clearing near the creek that separated the Double J from Kincaide land. Helping her down, he braced his hands on her waist. Letty Sue lingered in his arms a bit, before swinging away to stroll by the creek, which was high from recent rains. Water rushed by, splashing against a large boulder before the creek took a turn south. A sparrow flitted in the trees, stirring the leaves, then settling on a branch to chirp in rhythm with Letty Sue’s wistful heartbeats.
After a minute, Albert called to her. “Letty Sue, are you hungry?”
She turned to find that he had laid a thick quilt on the switchgrass under a mesquite tree. He’d emptied the basket Mama had packed onto one corner of the quilt. Foodstuffs were spread out, along with a jug of lemonade.
“Not particularly, Albert, but you go ahead if you’re hungry.”
“No, I’ll wait. Come and sit down with me.”
Letty Sue hesitated, wondering if she should continue the touching game Albert had initiated on their very first date. Albert would kiss her, and each time he’d become just a little bit more bold. It had started out with his stroking her arms when they kissed. The next time he’d caressed her leg—through her dress, of course. The last time they’d been together, his fingers had worked their way to her ribs, urgently moving over the material of her dress, pressing her for more. She’d stopped him quickly, noting the hot look in his eyes. Today, she questioned if she liked him enough to allow more.
She came to stand by him. He took her hands and gently guided her down to the blanket. They sat facing each other, his light brown eyes twinkling.
“I don’t believe I’ve ever met a more beautiful woman, Letty Sue. You have the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Spring-sky blue, and your hair is like the finest silk. You’re smart and clever and…”
She smiled at that as his lips came down on hers. It was a pleasing kiss, she thought, as he lowered her down to the blanket. She kissed him back softly, experimenting with his mouth. He groaned aloud and probed her with his tongue until she gasped. Somehow his body seemed to be surrounding hers, lying half on top of her. She tried to shift away, but his legs held her firm.
His hands moved frantically over her stomach now, rising higher, up over her ribs. She slapped them down.
“No, Albert.”
“C’mon, Letty Sue. I won’t tell a soul, I promise.”
“I said no.” She tried to pry herself up, shoving at him, to no avail.
“With your mama gone, we can spend more time together,” he said, kissing her lips again. “And get to know each other much better.” He rubbed his body against hers, frightening her with his boldness. “We both know that was what you were hinting at before. I’ll help with the ranch, I swear.”
She twisted in his arms, a swell of panic rising. “No, Albert. Let me up. Now.”
He didn’t budge, and though she wiggled, she couldn’t get out of his grasp.
“You’ve made me crazy with want, Letty Sue. Letting me touch you, just enough to stir my blood. Brushing your sweet body against mine every chance you get. You’ve teased me unmercifully for weeks. This is what you want.” He spoke low in her ear. “What we both want. Relax now, you’re gonna like it.”
She shook her head briskly. Foodstuffs scattered across the ground as she struggled. “I won’t like it. Don’t touch me!”
Her attempts to pull away were futile. His hot breath and the dangerous gleam in his eyes alarmed her like nothing else ever had. “Please, Albert! Let me up.”
“Do as the lady says.”
The husky command came from just beyond the edge of the blanket.
A man, tall and broad of shoulder, stood above them, pointing his gun. Albert immediately froze while eyeing the stranger. And when he finally lifted his weight from her, Letty Sue breathed a quick sigh of relief.
“Good. Now get yourself on out of here.”
Albert stood, lifting his arms in the air. The gun was trained on him. “B-But I have t-to see her home.”
The stranger laughed—a derisive, cold sound. “Don’t think so.”
“B-But I can’t leave her h-here with a stranger.”
Albert was being noble now? What had happened to his gentlemanly nature just a few minutes ago? Letty Sue wondered.
She stood and straightened, shaking out the creases in her dress and mustering as much pride as she could under the circumstances. When she looked up, the stranger’s silver eyes were on her, perusing her with intense interest from the top of her mussed sable hair down to her delicately encased toes.
“I’m no stranger,” the man with the gun stated.
Realization dawned quickly. Those eyes… She’d never forget them. Flashes of faded memory came bursting forth. She’d been just a child, but the sight of those gray eyes, the color of cold hard steel, had been stowed away permanently in her mind.
Silver Wolf.
“Remember me?” he asked, lowering his gun but directing his razor sharp gaze toward her.
Speechless, she nodded. She remembered the boy, barely, and his Cheyenne name. But he was a man now, tall in frame, with strong features—dangerous eyes, aquiline nose, a rigid jaw. And she sensed he was a powerfully competitive opponent to any who crossed him.
He’d saved her life, and Mama’s, too, when Letty Sue was just a child, coming to their rescue when Dog Soldiers had both females pinned down. The young Cheyenne brave of twelve had surprised the renegade Indians and fought them
off, saving both Witherses’ lives.
The gloomy images had faded in a little girl’s mind, but they resurfaced today—clouded and perhaps distorted, but they were there just the same. A bleak reminder of the terror they’d all been through.
The half-breed was dressed in white man’s clothes, a plaid work shirt, chaps over his trousers and a black Stetson that seemed to cover up rather long ink-black hair.
He was known as Chase Wheeler, but to Letty Sue, he would always be Silver Wolf.
He turned his attention back to Albert. “Get going, Albert. No harm will come to her. I’m the new foreman on the Double J. Now hop into your buggy.”
Letty Sue watched Albert until he was well on his way down the road. Humiliation set in then. How much had this man seen? Heard? He’d certainly heard enough to call Albert by his name.
Oh Lordy, Letty Sue.
“I suppose I should thank you,” she said lamely.
Silver Wolf began gathering up the food and putting it back into the basket. He rolled up the quilt and stood again, facing her.
She spoke once more, louder this time. “I said thank you.”
He drew in a deep breath, his eyes once again raking her. A cold shiver ran down her spine. “If you play games with boys, you have to suffer the consequences.” He shoved the quilt into her arms.
Outraged, she tossed the quilt to the ground. “I wasn’t playing games!” It wasn’t entirely the truth. Although Albert had startled her with his boldness, she’d never thought for a moment that he would force his attentions on her that way.
And somehow Letty Sue knew if she let the half-breed get the upper hand today, she’d be in for the longest, most insufferable three months of her life.
He stared at the blanket she’d just tossed down. Expressionless, he bent and rolled it up again. Standing tall, inches away from her, he shoved it into her arms once more. “You try tempting a real man like that and you’d lose your highly prized virtue within a matter of seconds.”
“Ha! A lot you know.”
He grabbed her wrists, firmly, without causing her any pain. He came near, the quilt the only thing separating their bodies. She backed up as he pressed forward. “I know what I saw. A beautiful woman enticing a man without an ounce of regard as to what she was about. You little fool. You’re a handful of woman any man would want to bed—without all that teasing. But don’t go thinking that bedding relates to wedding. You’re more trouble than you’re worth. You’d be left out in the cold, darlin’.”
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