Turk got up and went to the stable to saddle his horse. He slid on his tight jeans he always wore and one of his western shirts that he liked to wear.
Before he left he strapped on his sidearm.
In Texas in the summer time they had to be careful of riding up on rattlesnakes so a gun came in handy. His horse was used to Turk firing his gun off of his back but he didn’t like rattle snakes at all. He would bolt at the sight of one.
Everyone that was riding a horse that time a year had a sidearm.
Turk rode out toward town as soon as he got his horse saddled. He knew he would be lucky to get there before the train. If Macy got there before him she would be scared not having anybody to pick her up.
He knew she would be safe but the young men in town liked to check out any new young woman that happened into town. He had been guilty of that himself a few times.
CHAPTER II
MACY ARRIVES IN TOWN
Macy stepped off the train with expectations of the old west that she had read so much about in books. She expected to see cowboys walking up and down the streets or on their horses with guns strapped on their side. Instead she saw cars and trucks going up and down the streets. People were walking around in regular leisure and work clothes.
Macy got her baggage off the ramp and stood looking for her aunt to show up and take her to the ranch.
She was hoping she would be able to recognize her aunt. She hadn’t seen her since she was little even though she talked to her all the time on the phone.
A breeze was blowing out of the west fluffing her light brown hair. Her hair was soft and hung down to her shoulder blades.
Diamonds were hanging from her neck and arms shining like bright lights in the sun. Earrings were dangling from her ears.
She had on a monogrammed vest over her white top. She had dressed as if she was going to a dinner theater or even a business meeting in New York.
Her parents had Pictures of her aunt when she was young and she wondered if she still looked the same. She was hoping she hadn’t changed too much or she wouldn’t recognize her. She noticed several guys standing on the other side of the street looking at her. They didn’t seem like a threat so she wasn’t too worried but she was going to stay close to the station office just in case.
Turk rode into town on his horse setting high in his saddle.
He had an air of confidence about him anytime he rode. He felt like the King of his domain.
Some of the town’s people stopped and watched him pass as his horse’s hoofs made a clopping sound on the pavement. When he rode through town people stopped to watch him pass. He was the son after all to the owner of the largest ranch in the area.
Turk rode up to the train station and climbed out of the saddle, took his hand and pushed his Stetson back on his forehead.
His eyes had a twinkle to them and he had a crocked smile on his face as he tied his horse to a hitching post.
Macy watched him ride up as she thought to herself, “Now that’s what a real cowboy is supposed to look like.”
He spotted the young girl standing on the loading ramp of the train station by herself and knew right away that she had to be Macy Collins.
She was standing awkwardly in her heels holding her bags at her side while she looked around trying to avoid eye contact with Turk.
Turk knew right away she was from the city.
No country girl would dare wear a short tight skirt and high-heeled shoes in that part of the country with all this sun and sand.
She looked as if she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine. The skirt helped to define her well-shaped hips.
Her makeup was done with perfect care and she had jewelry hanging from her neck and ears that gave a special sparkle about her that seemed to burn into Turks eyes.
He could see the Boston upbringing on her face. She had a beautiful stuck up young lady look.
Her Ivy League clothes gave her a confident young woman look.
The girls out west wore jeans, boots or skintight leather pants. They very seldom wore any makeup. Some of them should really use some to.
Macy finally couldn’t avoid it as he was walking right at her. She made eye contact as she stood there looking at him with a curious look on her face. She had never seen a real cowboy up close before.
He had on a western shirt with small boots embroidered across the front.
Fringe hung from the front of the shirt and the sleeves.
He wore tight fitting jeans that showed his manhood bulging in the front and cowboy boots with spurs on his feet.
On his side was strapped his 44 magnum revolver with purl handles.
She swallowed hard as she realized he was about to speak to her. He was so big and fearsome looking she wanted to run away screaming at the top of her lungs. He was towering over her as her head came about his shoulders with her heels on.
He asked, “Ma’am would you happen to be Miss. Macy Collins?”
He stared into her dark blue eyes with his cold steel blue ones. He could tell that his stare was making her uncomfortable. Hell she made him uncomfortable. He cast his stare over her shoulder as he waited on an answer.
She looked at the big gun on his side curiously and reluctantly replied, “Y…es I am.”
A broad smile filled his face. They said you would be easy to recognize.”
Macy’s cheeks turned red and she blushed all the way to her toes as she looked up in his eyes and replied, “Thank you.”
“Your aunt sent me here to meet you. She said I wouldn’t have any trouble finding you. Just look for the prettiest girl in town’s what she said. She was right.”
Macy wanted to crawl under the dock. No man that looked like him had ever flirted her.
“I thought my Aunt was going to be the one picking me up.”
“No ma’am she couldn’t leave the ranch right now so she sent me to stay with you. She is sending a buggy for you but it takes a while to get here from all the way out at the ranch.
She ask me to ride ahead and keep you company till it arrives. If you don’t mind we can wait on the buggy at the café. I didn’t have much breakfast and I am starved.”
She looked at him and thought to herself, “It doesn’t look to me like he has missed too many meals.”
She didn’t know whether to go with this man or not but her aunt sent him so she should be all right. Besides that he was kind of cute looking.
He hadn’t introduced himself and Macy wasn’t sure who he was, she just knew he had that big gun on his side so she was going to do whatever he said.
He scared her with his cold looks but he had a nice smile and he was cute in his western outfit.
“A buggy in the twenty first century? What is this I have gotten myself into and what kind of an aunt is this time prefers buggies over cars, unlike normal people?”
Turk led her reluctantly to the café while her fear of him kept her away from walking to close to him.
For all she knew he was taking her someplace to steal her jewels. No her aunt wouldn’t send a man in to meet her that couldn’t be trusted. The like of trust came from living in a big city like Boston. There was a lot of crime there.
Turk was always a little uncomfortable around beautiful girls so he used his rough cowboy exterior to hide behind.
He watched her out of the corner of his eye as they walked thinking to himself. “She sure is going to have a rough time making it in the west. I bet she has never been near a horse much less ridden one. She’ll have to be able to ride if she is going to work out at the ranch. She just looks too fragile for the rough country.”
Turk noticed some men standing on the sidewalk watching her walk by. Her long smooth legs and short skirt was like looking at the centerfold of playboy to them.
All they ever saw there were women in jeans or cut offs with their butt cheeks hanging out with no makeup on. Most of them smelled like the horses they rode and the men in town had been with most of the unmarried girls.
They weren’t used to seeing a beautiful sophisticated woman in town with all her jewelry shimmering in the sunlight.
She remained oblivious to their stares. She ignored stranger’s looks when she walked anywhere hoping they wouldn’t speak to her. She didn’t like to speak to common people on the street.
She walked with her head held high and one foot in front of the other like a model walking down a runway.
Turk returned their looks with a look that could curl the toenails up and make their hair fall out.
They quickly turned away trying not to antagonize Turk.
His reputation as a fighter preceded him. He loved to duke it out with the men that crossed him.
Turk and Macy walked into the café and got a table in front of the window so they could watch for the buggy.
She had never been in a common diner so she wondered about the cleanliness of the place.
Macy stood by her chair waiting for Turk to pull it out for her.
Turk pulled out his own chair and sat down while motioning for her to be seated.
Macy sat down and said, “In Boston a gentleman seats a lady before seating himself.”
He grinned and replied, “Out here we don’t have no gentleman. There are only men. They are hardworking and they expect a woman to pull her own weight.
If a woman wants respect from her man she tags along where he wants to go and she sees to his every need. Those are the women that make good wives.”
Macy was appalled, she could tell from that statement he was a male chauvinist pig. Maybe that’s how they talked in Texas but the men in Boston would never speak to a lady like that. Macy could immediately feel the blood rush to her face. She wasn’t about to let him get away with that statement.
She would fire any of the men that worked for her if they acted disrespectful to her.
Macy looked at him and said, “Young man I can see that we are going to have trouble getting along. I am not about to set here while you tell me your barbaric views of women. I demand respect and I expect a man that works for my aunt to give me respect.”
“I don’t work for your aunt I work for the ranch ma’am. I am the ranch boss. I say what goes on at the ranch.”
“Why didn’t my aunt send a car into town to pick me up?”
Turk grinned at her with one of his broad smiles. He could see the fire in her eyes and it was getting him excited. He liked a woman who was willing to fight for what she thought was right even if it went against what he thought.
“Ma’am she doesn’t believe in those contraptions. If we have to use horses for transportation then you have to use horses. Contrary to your high-class upbringing out here you do for yourself or get left in the dust with the cow droppings. You will find out here that we folks don’t try to catch up with you city folk.”
“You people live in the dark ages out here. I bet you don’t have TV’s and running water either. What about education?
I bet you didn’t even make it to high school?”
Turk sat back as a searing look came busting through his expression Macy knew right away she had hit a raw nerve with her come back. He didn’t like a woman talking down to him. He had worked hard to get a good education so his adoptive parents would be proud of him.
“Ma’am we would rather set back and enjoy life at a slower pace. We do have running water but we don’t have many TV’s because there is no time to watch them out here and as far as my education I have a Bachelor’s Degree from the University of Texas.
If you are going to stay here long you are going to have to buy you some different clothes and change your whole outlook on western people. The clothes you have on won’t last a week here and the way the guys were staring at those legs they might want to get a feel of them.
You need to put that jewelry away in the safe at the ranch. All those diamonds would tempt even the most honest man out here. Megan is going to have to toughen you up.”
“I have you know that I will only be out here s few days and I will be going back to Boston.”
“I think you will be out here longer than a few days.”
She looked at him with horror in her eyes. It hadn’t come to her that she might not be safe around these men. Were they going to kidnap her and hold her for ransom? If they knew how rich she was she could be in real danger.
“Does all these diamonds tempt you?”
He grinned enough to just show in the corners of his mouth.
“Heck no baby, diamonds are just rocks. I can only be tempted by a good looking woman that don’t try to give me lip.”
Macy sat for a moment. This made her worry about him even more.
Then she asked, “Is there a lot of muggings, rapes and murders in this town?”
“Heck no, these women give it out for the fun of it. They like it as much as the men do. These men don’t have to rape them. Some of the women might even rape a guy if she likes him well enough.
A man like me for instance is in big demand around here. I know how to make a woman feel like a real woman and all the women in this town know it.”
He looked at her like he was expecting her to be all exasperated over him.
Macy’s face turned red as Turks reply came out. He looked into her eyes when he spoke trying to see any reaction to his statements.
She looked back at him trying to see if he was going to attack her at any minute.
She thought she had him figured out. He was not only a pig he was self-centered to. How could he set there and say he was what a woman was looking for. He was cute and all but his manners stunk. He kind of reminded her of a western version of Michael her so called boyfriend in Boston.
Turk was curious what she was thinking about the west now.
He could tell by her reaction to his comments that she had a lot to learn about cowboys.
He knew that she was going to have to change a lot before she took over the ranch or he was going to have to run her off before his Mother offered it to her.
He was hoping to get her so upset that she would get right back on the train and leave. He knew if he did though his mother would really be upset with him.
The waitress came over and looked at Turk with a smile on her face.
“Turk you fool when are you going to take me out on a date again.
I need a little loving. I bought me a pair of those thong panties so I could show them to you on our date.
Don’t wait too long. I might show them to Hank Wilson instead. He seems like he is awfully interested.”
As she spoke to him she leaned over so Turk could see down her blouse. When she did she placed her hand over his shaft and on his thigh.
”Oh Turk I see you are already thinking about me. She rubbed her hand up and down it two or three times before she stood back up.
Macy had seen all of it but the table blocked the actual view of her hand. She could tell what she was doing though. She had never seen such a view of vulgarity in public in her life.
Macy was taken by the waitress’s frankness about a topic that was only discussed in whispers behind closed doors in Boston. She felt like the woman must be crude and had low morals to discuss that and do what she did in public.
Turk smiled at her, “I’ll take care of you as soon as I can get a free night. Right now I am working on something out at the ranch.
Mildred I would like to introduce you to Mom’s niece from Boston. Mildred looked down her nose at Macy and nodded her head. Macy could tell that Mildred didn’t like her at all.
He winked and then he ordered himself a hamburger and a bottle of beer.
When Mildred finished writing his order down she looked at Macy waiting for her to order.
Macy looked at Turk surprised he hadn’t ordered for her.
She had never had to order for herself when she was with a guy. The men in Boston always ordered for the lady. Turk looked at her with no clue what she was expecting.
“I’ll take a salad and a glass of unsweetened tea
with a squeeze of lemon.”
Mildred wrote her order down and left.
“So you are Turk? Why didn’t you tell me who you were? I have heard stories about you but I have never seen any pictures. Mom and Dad were totally against Aunt Maude adopting you.”
He looked at her with contempt in his eyes. She could see she was starting to get to him and she was starting to enjoy getting him back for the things he said to her. After finding out he was Turk she felt a little more comfortable with him. She knew she had recourse with her aunt if he got out of line.
“Is the slut who waited on us just now your girlfriend or just your shack job?”
Macy wasn’t used to talking like that but she felt the situation warranted it.
Turk looked at her with one of his “I’ll kill you” looks. She knew right away she had said something to him she shouldn’t have when his eyes narrowed and his lips clenched together. She had gone too far and she knew it.
Turk stared at her like he was coming over the table after her and replied in as controlled a voice as he could between clenched teeth.
“She is my old girlfriend and we have a special bond. I don’t appreciate you calling her names. She is a good woman.”
Macy retorted, “Just on the weekends?”
He made no attempt to come back at her but he did look like he was going to come across the table after her for a second. The thought of what Maude had said to him about being nice to her came to his mind but she was making it awfully hard for him.
Even though he hated her already he didn’t antagonize her anymore.
“Turk you and I are going to have fun together, I can tell.”
“Not if I can help it. You best stay away from me.”
“Oh Turk you are too high strung. Why don’t you relax and enjoy the world like you told me to do?”
“I don’t care much for your kind Macy Collins.”
“Turk what kind am I?”
“I don’t like people that think they are better than everyone else. How can you be so beautiful and so hateful?”
“Isn’t that how you are acting to me? I just came out here to relax and see my aunt who I haven’t seen in years. I don’t want to come out here and fight with someone the whole time I am here”
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