by Misty Malone
One Smart Cowboy
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Misty Malone
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Table of Contents:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
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Chapter One
Cheyenne sat on her old bed, looking around her old room. She still couldn’t believe she was back here, in this same room she never cared for, in the same house she cared for even less, on the same ranch she never liked at all. When she’d moved away four years ago to go to college in Paris she’d said good riddance to her room, and the house, and especially the ranch.
The ranch in Wyoming had been in her father’s family since his great-grandfather settled on a portion of it as a homesteader. The ranch had grown over the generations, as neighboring lands were bought and added to the original ranch, but nothing had ever been sold off. His family had been big on ranching, and her father followed in their footsteps. Her brother, Clay, felt the same way and would be taking it over some day. Her father loved the ranch, and tried relentlessly during her last couple years in high school to find something she liked about it, as well, but to no avail. Cheyenne was convinced she just wasn’t meant to live on a ranch.
Her mother had been the same way. In fact, Cheyenne was pretty sure the ranch is what had eventually come between her mother and father. In any event, as soon as she and Clay, who was two years her senior, were both out of high school, her parents divorced. Her mother left to live in Paris with her sister, and Cheyenne had quickly accepted the offer to accompany her. She didn’t really care much for her Aunt Mary, but since she spent most of her time away at college, it wasn’t a problem, except during summer break.
During the summer she tried to stay to herself and ignore her aunt as much as possible. Aunt Mary was too much of a diva, and very self-centered. It bothered Cheyenne that her own mother was becoming more and more like her, but she didn’t really see it as her problem. Her mother had met a man and was spending most of her time with him, so Cheyenne didn’t see much of her anyway. She gladly kept Cheyenne in spending money, thinking that was just as good as spending time with her daughter.
With money in her pocket, Cheyenne spent more and more time with her friends and less and less time at home, which was fine with her. She was barely passing her college classes, but since no one paid enough attention to realize it, that wasn’t a problem to Cheyenne, either.
However, everything changed suddenly when she graduated. Her mother immediately got married and announced she and her new husband were going to take his yacht traveling around the world. She looked at her daughter and said, “Now that you’ve graduated you’re free to do whatever you want, dear.”
Cheyenne was shocked. “But what will I do?”
Her Aunt Mary said, “Well, I would assume you’d get a job. Now that your mother’s moving out, I’m selling my house and moving to Venice. My late husband had a rather small vacation home there that I always loved. It’s just the perfect size for me. I’m tired of taking care of such a large home, and for just me, I don’t need nearly this much house. It’s just a headache to maintain.”
“When are you leaving?”
“I’m signing the papers to sell this house tomorrow, and then I’ll have thirty days to move.”
“But what about me?” Cheyenne was appalled. Her mother and aunt were both looking out only for themselves. Where did that leave her?
Her mother looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. “Well, dear, maybe you can get a job and find your own place.”
Cheyenne looked at her mother in disbelief. “Not in
thirty days, I can’t!”
“Well, then maybe you should speak with your father, dear. I’m sure he’d welcome you back to Wyoming.”
“But you know I don’t like the ranch!”
“Well, dear, you have a degree now. Maybe you can go see him, and stay long enough to get a job and find a more suitable place.”
With that, she and her husband left, leaving Cheyenne with her Aunt Mary, who didn’t hide her feelings. “Why don’t you make yourself useful for once and help me pack.”
Cheyenne had fled to her room and called her father. Now here she was, two weeks later, in her old bedroom. Thinking back through the whole scenario, she realized just how selfish and self-centered her mom was. She admitted to herself that she’d always known it, she had just ignored it so she could move to Paris and away from this awful ranch. But now that selfishness was hard to ignore. Her mother had deserted her, plain and simple, in favor of her new husband.
What was worse, she had no idea what kind of job she could find. Her father had indeed welcomed her home, but she sure didn’t want this to be a permanent move. The ranch was still full of stinky cows and smelly horses and big, strong, sweaty cowboys that Dad called his ranch hands. Somehow, the only thing that looked any different to her was a couple of the cowboys who appeared to be bigger and better looking than the ones who used to work on the ranch. She’d have to check them out over the next few days, but other than them, nothing seemed too interesting. It was good to see her dad and brother, Clay, again, but she couldn’t say she’d missed anything else.
Well, she’d have to give some serious thought to what to do. She did have her degree, but it was pretty worthless. Going to college in Paris, it was pretty easy to get a degree in English, so that’s what she did. About the only thing she could do with that over here, though, was teach, and that was low on her list of careers she might consider. Plus, she’d have to go back and get her teaching certificate before she could even do that.
She sighed as she thought of her dire situation. Well, there was nothing she could do about it now, so she unpacked and settled in a bit. Looking around, she decided she’d have to ask her dad if it was all right if she redid her room. She wasn’t in high school anymore, and she hadn’t cared for it much when she was. Her mother had redone her room, and their tastes weren’t exactly the same.
Having decided that would help, she went downstairs to see what the cook was making for dinner and when they would eat. The food on the plane was terrible, and she was starving.
***
Dinner at the Williams’ table that night, or supper, as she was told it was referred to on a ranch, included Cheyenne, her brother Clay, and her father, Sam, along with their ranch foreman, Ty Tomlinson. She was surprised to find out that he usually ate meals with the family, as they often spoke of the ranch and things that needed done. When she and her mother lived on the ranch, meals were family only. This was different, but glancing over at him, she couldn’t really say it upset her.
Her first impression of Ty was quite favorable. He was a large man, an inch or two taller even than her brother, who at an inch over six feet always seemed to be the tallest man around. Ty was obviously very muscular and in great shape, but most ranch hands were. Ranching was apparently hard work, judging by how tired and sweaty her dad and brother always seemed to be in the evening. Why anyone would want to do something that required that much hard physical labor, not to mention the awful smells, was beyond her. But some men seemed to go for this sort of thing.
Ty didn’t strike her quite the same as most ranch hands, though. He was quite the gentleman, extremely mannerly, and had obviously showered before coming in to eat. He had a very pleasant aftershave on, not that awful cattle smell most cowboys seemed to carry with them. He had dark blond hair with lots of curl, which combined with his deep blue eyes and chiseled face, made for one sexy looking cowboy. She found herself thinking if they’d met anywhere else and he was anything other than a cowboy she’d be doing whatever it took to get his attention. But he was a cowboy, and that was all it took to extinguish those flames before they ever got started.
During dinner, or rather, supper, Sam pulled her into the conversation. “So, Cheyenne, any idea what kind of job you’re going to be looking for?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Not really.”
Clay tried drawing her in, as well. “What kind of job were you thinking of when you majored in English; teaching of some kind?”
“Oh, hell, no.”
To her surprise, three male heads jerked up, looking at her. Her father shook his head. “Cheyenne, watch your language. You know we don’t talk like that here.”
Cheyenne had forgotten how funny he was about language. He didn’t allow any swearing at all, even though in her opinion a few small words here and there seemed more like an emphasis of what she was saying rather than swearing. She’d have to remember that while she was here. Noting all three men were still watching her, she quietly said, “Sorry.” They immediately all went back to eating. What was that all about?
Clay acted as if nothing had happened. “If you weren’t planning on teaching, what were you planning to do with a degree in English?”
“I don’t know.”
Again, all three heads looked up at her. She looked from one to the next, confused. “What? Do I have something on my face?” She swiped at her mouth with her napkin.
Ty studied her a few moments before returning to his supper. Sam persisted with the questioning. “Honey, are you saying you majored in English without having any plans for the future, and what kind of job you may want?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah, I guess so.”
Clay shook his head and frowned. “Then why did you major in English? That isn’t going to get you any kind of job.”
San turned to his son. “Now, son, she must have had some reason for majoring in English. Give her a chance to explain.” He turned back to face her again. “What made you choose that as a major?”
No one had ever questioned her on her major before. As a matter of fact, she didn’t think her mother or Aunt Mary either one even knew what she’d majored in. She suddenly felt rather foolish, even ashamed. “Being from here, a major in English was pretty easy.”
Once again, those three male heads were all looking at her. None looked impressed. Ty had the decency to get back to his meal, but Clay and Sam continued to look at her. Both were frowning. Clay looked appalled. “Sis, is that really the only reason you majored in English, because it was easy?”
When she didn’t answer, Sam seemed to make an effort to calm down before speaking. “Did your mother know what you majored in and why?”
“Not that I know of.”
Sam looked up at the ceiling, obviously trying to control his temper. “Just as I thought. She didn’t have a clue what you got a degree in, did she?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Honey, I’m sorry. I should have never let you go over there with her. But now that you’re back here, you need to do some thinking.”
“About what?”
“You need to decide what you want to do with your life. If you need to go back to school and get another degree, we can talk about that. As long as you can convince me you’re serious about a certain career, I’ll pay for you to go back. But I’m not going to pay for you to go back to school just for fun, or to get out of working. Your mother may approve of that, but I don’t. I think it’s important that everyone pulls their weight; no one gets a free ride in life.”
“But Mom never worked.”
“She would have been happier if she would have,” he said half to himself. “But as it is, she ran the house and ordered the supplies we needed at the ranch.”
“She ran the house? We had a housekeeper and a cook.”
Sam sighed. This had always been a bone of contention between the two of them. “I know. But she still planned the meals and made sure everything got done in the house that needed done. And I ga
ve her a list of things we needed on the ranch and she took care of ordering them, along with answering the phone and handling all the correspondence for me.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that,” Cheyenne said.
Sam looked at his plate as he thought that was probably because she did very, very little of it. But Cheyenne didn’t need to know that right now. He collected his thoughts, and looked back up at her. “Why don’t you take a couple days to think, and then we’ll talk. If you find a job you want to apply for, that’s fine. If you want to go back to school, we’ll discuss it. If you haven’t come up with anything, we’ll talk about it more, okay?”
“Okay,” she answered slowly. This wasn’t sounding good for her. She’d planned on coming home and just hanging out until she met a Prince Charming who would whisk her away to a city to live in his grand house. She’d actually envisioned herself running a house, but certainly not on a ranch. But apparently she was going to have to come up with some way of buying time until she met her prince.
She was pulled out of her thoughts and back to the present when Ty joined in the conversation. “So, Cheyenne, what are you interested in?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you have any hobbies, any interests, any field you think you may be interested in exploring a career in?”
“Not really. I like to shop or read by the pool.”
He smiled a bit as he offered a suggestion. “Maybe you can think by the pool instead of read.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
That put a picture in Ty’s mind he wouldn’t quickly forget, he was sure. Cheyenne was a beautiful woman, and the picture he had in his mind was worthy of a snapshot. He could picture her lying on a lounge chair by the pool in a sexy little bikini, taking in the sun. She was a rather small, petite little lady, close to a foot shorter than himself, but with wonderful curves everywhere there should be curves. She wasn’t a stick figure so many ladies today seemed to strive for. She was a refreshing change. Her eyes were a gorgeous green, and with her reddish-blonde hair Ty would be willing to bet she couldn’t stay out in the sun long without burning that gorgeous light-complexioned, rather pale skin of hers, but he could sure picture her lying there for a bit, anyway.
