by Linda Warren
“Could you please help my grandmother? The cow is going to hurt her and she won’t listen to me. She’s so stubborn.”
He tipped his hat. “It must be genetic.”
“What do you mean by that?” Her eyes narrowed.
He unlatched the trailer gate with more force than necessary and then pulled the ramp down so he could unload Romeo. A few years ago Falcon had bought several young geldings and Egan and Jude had broken them. They both had a soft voice that animals reacted to. Paxton liked the chestnut-colored horse with a white blaze on his face and had asked to keep it. Phoenix had named it Romeo and it had stuck. He had turned out to be a great quarter horse.
Paxton placed his boot in the stirrup and swung into the saddle. Mostly, he was avoiding answering her question. “Whatever you want it to mean,” he replied, and rode toward Miss Bertie.
* * *
“HOW RUDE.” REMI watched him ride away and had the urge to throw something at his straight back. But her temper soon cooled as she continued to watch him. He had to be the most handsome cowboy she’d ever seen. The most handsome man, too. He was rugged, strong and charismatic in a way she couldn’t explain because most of the time she just wanted to smack him. Maybe because he reminded her of things she’d forgotten—the touch of a man, the feel of a man’s hands on her body and a masculine scent that took her away to a beautiful place. It had all been snatched from her and she would never...
She shook her head. What was she doing? She couldn’t go back so she had to go forward. But just looking at Mr. Paxton Rebel made her aware that she was still very much alive.
He rode up to her grandmother and they were talking, but it seemed more like they were arguing. Her grandmother waved the stick at him and then stomped to the corral with Memphis on her heels. Remi’s eyes were glued to the cowboy and she wondered what he’d do to get the cow in the pen.
He removed a rope from the saddle horn and made a large loop. Swinging it above his head, he rode toward the cow, yelling, “Hi ya! Hi ya!”
The cow threw up her head, refusing to budge. He popped her with the rope and she spun in a circle and tried to charge him, but once again he stung her with the rope. The cow licked the calf and slowly started walking toward the corral. Halfway there she turned and tried to charge the horse, but the cowboy used the rope to guide the cow toward the open gate that Gran was holding.
Once the cow and calf were inside, Gran closed the gate, and the cowboy dismounted and jumped across the fence as if it was no more than a twig.
Gran shook the stick at him. “Let me tell you something, sonny boy, no man tells me what to do.”
“Yes, ma’am.” His voice was laced with sarcasm, but Gran didn’t seem to notice. She was intent on doing things her way.
“Good. Now let’s take care of this cow. Remi, open the chute.”
What! To do that she would have to climb over the fence and she knew she couldn’t. What did she do?
She looked up and stared into the cowboy’s dark caramel eyes and saw his concern for her.
“I got it. I’m closer.” He marched over and opened the chute, inches away from her.
“Thank you,” she breathed hoarsely.
“Aw. The lady knows the words.” The corners of his mouth turned into a smile and it was lethal to her emotional state. Her heart raced and her hands were clammy. Suddenly, she was hot. She pushed the hood from her head and unbuttoned her coat. She’d never had this experience before and she rather liked it. Only for a moment. She couldn’t be attracted to Paxton Rebel.
“Are you gonna help me or what?” Gran shouted.
In minutes they had the cow in the chute, and Paxton shoved the little calf in butt-first so he was facing the udder. It was swollen and the teats stuck out filled with milk.
Gran had a stool and a bucket and began to milk the cow. It sounded like rain on a tin roof. Paxton slid into the chute with the calf. Once the teats were smaller Paxton pushed the calf’s face toward the udder. The little thing searched for food, but still wasn’t latching on.
Paxton looked at her. “Reach in and pull a teat toward his mouth.”
“Huh. Okay.” She reached into the space between the boards and found a teat. It felt like a tight rubber glove filled with water.
“Squeeze it into his mouth,” Paxton said.
“I don’t know how to milk.”
“Just squeeze it.”
She did and milk squirted onto the calf’s face and he stuck his tongue out. She squeezed it again, and he caught the teat and began to suck.
“He’s sucking!” she shouted, excited. The calf was in full control so she let go and stroked his head and back. “He’s so cute. His red hair even has a curl to it. I think I’ll call him Curly.”
“We’re not naming this calf,” Gran snapped. “You don’t name animals you plan to sell, and this one will be sold in the fall to help pay taxes.”
“Oh, Gran.”
Gran stood, shaking her head. “City girls. You just can’t change ’em. Now I’m going to the house to fix lunch. We’ll have hot biscuits and gravy and fried chicken. Remi, help Handsome finish up. There’s square bales in the barn. Give her enough to keep her happy.”
Paxton opened the chute and the cow backed out, the little calf following her, eager to suck.
“It’s barely nine o’clock. Why is she fixing lunch so early?” He leaped over the fence and stood next to her, within touching distance. The cold air was suddenly warm. Too warm.
Her throat went dry. “She, uh, has to kill a chicken first and take the feathers off and whatever.”
“You’re kidding. Nobody does that anymore. I remember my grandma doing that when I was kid, but I thought these days everyone got their chicken at the grocery store or already fried at the chicken place.”
“Gran does everything from scratch, the old way.”
“Well, I don’t have time to stay for lunch. I have work to do at the ranch.” He started toward the barn and then stopped. “I thought you were supposed to help.”
“Oh, oh.” She walked toward him, holding on to Sadie, not knowing what she could do to help him.
Paxton nodded toward the dog. “You use her for balance, don’t you?”
She refused to answer as she followed him into the barn. A pungent hay scent filled the air. He cut the strings on a bale and gathered a block in his hands.
“I’d ask you to carry this, but I know you can’t.”
“You don’t have to be mean about it.”
He sighed. “I’m not. I’m just curious as to why you don’t want your grandmother to know you’re not as strong as you should be.” He walked out of the barn with the hay and she followed more slowly. Leaning on the fence, she watched as he laid the hay on the ground. The cow immediately began to eat.
She loved watching him. His actions were effortless and she knew the muscles beneath his winter coat had to be custom-made from hard work. Gran had said that he was a bull rider. To do that he had to stay in shape and just looking at him she knew that he did.
A honking sound echoed through the landscape and Remi looked up to see Canada geese landing on the pond. “Look, geese.” She slowly headed toward the pond and Paxton caught up with her.
“What’s so special about the geese?”
She sat on the small weather-worn bench Gran had put there to sit and feed the geese and ducks. Paxton sat beside her. Maybe just a little too close. Hay, milk and the musky scent of male surrounded her. She didn’t know why she was so aware of him and she had to stop torturing herself.
“It’s nice out here by the pond,” he said.
Large live oak trees shaded the pond on the right, their heavy branches just inches from the water. The air was fresh and invigorating. A peacefulness came over Remi.
“Yes, it
’s nice.” Her eyes met the caramel sweetness of his and she knew she was fighting a losing battle.
Finally, he asked again, “What’s so special about the geese?”
She pointed to two geese on the other side of the pond. “That’s Henry and Henrietta, otherwise known as Henny.”
“It looks like one of them has a broken wing. It’s almost dragging the ground.”
“That’s Henny. Gran said a bobcat attacked her, but she managed to get away. She can’t fly anymore so this is home now. Gran was worried Henry would fly away and leave Henny here by herself, but Henry has never left her side. Canada geese mate for life. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“Unbelievable.”
She scooted a little farther away from him. He was so close she was feeling breathless. “Yeah. It would be nice if humans could get it right, but there’s more divorce now than ever.”
“Mmm.” He leaned forward, his hands clasped between his knees. “I don’t want to be nosy, but what happened to you?”
“It’s a long story.” She ran her hand down the thigh of her jogging pants and wondered if he was someone she could confide in.
“I got time.”
“You said earlier you had to work,” she reminded him.
“Aw, that’s just to get away from Miss Bertie. She’s a character.”
“Yes, but she can be lovable, too.”
“I’ll take your word for that.”
The geese squawked on the pond, flapping their wings and ducking their heads into the water. It was peaceful and comforting and she felt as if they were the only two people in the world.
“So what happened?” He was prodding her, but in a nice way.
“My parents are very protective of me. It’s smothering sometimes. I wasn’t even two years old when my mom left Horseshoe and she didn’t come back for a whole year. Gran came to see us in Houston and she complained all the time that it was ridiculous Mom couldn’t bring me to visit her. Eventually we started visiting, but we never left the ranch. I guess my mom was afraid of running into Uncle Ira. They had a big fight over Ruger. It even went to court, and since Ruger was eleven, the judge let him decide where he wanted to live and he chose my uncle. My mom was devastated. I’ve called Ruger many times and he’s always tells me to stay away. He’s my brother and I’d like to have some sort of connection with him, but Uncle Ira controls him.”
She took a deep breath and realized she was rambling on like a girl on a first date.
“So your relationship with your brother and the rest of the family is strained.”
“Yes, you could say that.” She watched the geese play on the water. “My mom remarried two years later, and Nathan Roberts adopted me. He’s the only dad I’ve ever known. My mom refuses to talk about Ezra McCray. Everything I know I’ve learned from Gran and she tends to exaggerate. I do know he wasn’t a very nice person, though, because he beat my mother.”
“Everything I’ve heard is bad, too, so maybe you were better off not knowing him.”
She turned to look at him. “Does it feel strange for you and me to be talking?”
“No. Why?”
“Your father killed my biological father.”
“That could be a stumbling block, but it was a tragedy and it’s in the past. That’s the way I look at it. I mean, I didn’t kill your father and you didn’t kill my father. I think it’s time for everyone to move on.”
“Yeah.” She kicked at the grass with her sneaker. “It’s hard sometimes and I know my mother thinks about it constantly. She hates visiting Horseshoe, but I’m happy she allowed me to come and stay with Gran during the summers. I’m glad I know my grandmother, even if she’s a little eccentric.”
“Is that what she is?” His lips twitched into a smile and she found herself smiling back.
“Yes, she is, and she likes you, so count that as a blessing.”
“It’s hard to believe Miss Bertie and my mom are friends. I didn’t even know about the Elvis club.”
“I think it’s nice to stay young in your heart.”
“Mmm. I think the feud is fading in some ways.”
“Why do you say that?” she asked.
“My brother Phoenix married Rosemary McCray in December.”
“Gran told me and I thought it was awesome. She also said that Uncle Ira had disowned Rosemary.”
“Yes. He married her off to a man twice her age and he abused her. Finally she had the courage to get out and make a life for herself, and still Ira wouldn’t accept her back into the family.”
“She’s my first cousin and I’d love to meet her. Gran said I have lots of cousins and I haven’t met any of them.”
“I can tell you for certain that Rosie—that’s what everyone calls her—would love to meet you. She’s that kind of person, sweet, loving and giving. And beautiful.”
“Do you have a crush on her?”
He laughed out loud and the sound echoed through the trees. The geese squawked and flapped around in the water at the interruption. It was in the forties, but his laugh warmed her through and through.
“The Rebel boys made a pact a long time ago to stay away from each other’s girlfriends. Actually, it was something our father told us to do—to never go against our brothers.”
He scooted on the bench to face her. “I think you’re avoiding telling me what happened to you. You’ve talked around it, but you haven’t actually said why you’re so weak.”
She clasped her hands in her lap. “Maybe because it makes me sound impulsive and immature.”
He poked a finger into his chest. “You’re looking at Mr. Immature.”
“I can’t believe that. You always seem so confident and in control.”
“Oh, man, I used to think that way, too. There’s nothing like being knocked off my pedestal. I’ve led a pretty selfish life riding the rodeo circuit, drinking and partying. And then there were the girls.”
“I can imagine.”
“Okay, don’t get snotty. What I’m going to tell you is going to change the way you think of me.”
“How do you know I think about you?” She blinked. “Oh, you think I might have a crush on you because every girl you meet does.”
He frowned. “No, it’s not that. It’s about immaturity. My immaturity.”
She settled back and listened.
“I had this high school girlfriend and we dated for years and then I started riding the circuit and we didn’t see each other that often. And then there were a lot of girls all chasing after me. I cheated on Jenny and slept with other girls. I felt bad about it and told her and you know what she did?”
“I don’t have a clue.”
“She forgave me.”
“She must really love you to be that forgiving.”
“I lost my father about the same time Jenny lost her mother and we had a connection because of that. We consoled each other and cried together, but it wasn’t love. Jenny and I were just best friends. I met this actress in Los Angeles and I asked her to marry me. And I didn’t tell Jenny. She was devastated with the news. I was a jackass because I couldn’t tell her the truth.”
“You’re a jerk.”
His eyes crinkled mischievously. “Oh, but this has a happy ending.”
Was he married? She hadn’t even thought of that. She’d swallowed hard. “She forgave you again.”
“No. There’s just so much a woman will take and Jenny had reached her limit. My brother Quincy was there to console her.”
“I thought you said the Rebel boys didn’t—”
“Yeah, but in this instance it was right. They fell in love, and when I found out, I acted like a fool and hit Quincy. Now, if you knew Quincy you’d know he has a soft heart, but he wasn’t going to walk away and let me have Jenny. The tr
uth is Jenny didn’t want me anymore and I realized I didn’t want her, either. We just kept holding on to that relationship for some reason and it wasn’t working. We both knew that and we finally said goodbye. Quincy and Jenny got married and they’re expecting their first child in March.”
The relief she felt at his words was insane. Why would she care that he wasn’t married? She couldn’t imagine any woman giving up Paxton, though. He was just too charming and handsome. But what woman enjoyed being cheated on? Remi certainly didn’t. Her dream man was a cad. And a Rebel.
He leaned closer. “So, you see, I win on the immaturity thing, but I’ve turned over a new leaf and I’m trying to make better decisions for the future. Do you think a bad boy can change?”
She met the gleam in his eyes with a strength she didn’t know she possessed. There was something about the mischief deep in his eyes that changed her whole way of thinking. But she had enough sense not to let it show.
“No.”
Chapter Five
The word slid across Paxton’s cheek like a chunk of ice. Cold. Cold. Cold. The woman didn’t have a sense of humor.
“Hey, I was just kidding.”
“I wasn’t.” The temperature of her voice dropped another degree.
He studied her face, the tight lips and the frosty eyes. “You really believe the guy who helped you to your feet in Port Aransas is a bad guy?”
“I think you’re a charmer and a ladies’ man.”
“Listen, I know I’ve lived a rough life, but I’m trying to change. I would think you’d at least give me the benefit of the doubt.”
“What does it matter what I think? We’ll never see each other again.”
She was right. What did it matter?
“You’re right. We’re two strangers talking, but I’ve been doing most of the talking. You’ve talked about everything except what happened to you. What happened?”
She wrapped her arms around her waist as if to ward off the memories.
“I know it was a motorcycle accident.” He didn’t know why he was pushing it, but he wanted her to talk and share something about her life.
