The Renegades: Cole

by Dellin, Genell

  Now he’d think she was too stupid to come in out of the rain, much less boss a trail drive. Her mind twisted with chagrin.

  But why should she care what he thought of her? She had hired him to protect her from Gates and that was it.

  That was all.

  Chapter 4

  They got the cattle bunched, headed south, and moving well before the sun had risen very high above the horizon. By the time they crossed the boundary of the Flying B and officially started down the trail toward the little town of Rocky Springs, Aurora began to feel much better about everything. Especially Cole.

  He had not made one sarcastic comment while she was directing the work, or uttered one personal remark when they were alone. In fact, he had ridden off in each of the four directions to check for trouble soon after they started, and he hadn’t shown the slightest emotion when he was near her. No amazement at her insanity, no disgust at her decisions, no anger, no … desire. Well, to be perfectly honest, he’d never really shown desire—that look in his eyes when he’d said there were many things he approved about her had been only a leer meant to tease and embarrass her.

  She jerked herself up straighter in the saddle and looked around, as if someone could have seen the imaginings running through her head. Lord help her!

  It was fine, it was great that he was behaving himself, and she hoped and prayed that he would keep it up. She could certainly do without the aggravation.

  She picked Shy Boy up into a trot. Cole was doing his job this first morning, and she was sure he’d continue to do it. Since that was what she’d hired him for, she shouldn’t waste any more thoughts on him. She had a trail drive to boss and a new home to find.

  Then there he came, Cole McCord, riding back to her from scouting the next turn in the trail, and her heart just lifted right out of her chest. It was simply happiness that caused it, not the sight of him. She was happy because things were going so well, so far. That had to be the reason.

  And because she felt really safe for the first time since Gates had first threatened her. Cole had scouted around, but he had never gone far, never let her out of his sight for very long.

  She swung in her saddle to see the herd stretching out behind her. An old longhorn cow that her father had always called Brindle because of her roany, mottled hide had pushed her way to the front of the hundreds of cattle to trot beside a lanky young steer who’d been in the lead since the first day of the gather.

  They made her smile. What a pair! But they would be the two main leaders for the whole drive, she could tell that much right now from the way they held their heads and the look in their eyes. Fine. Anywhere her men could get them to go, the others would follow, plus they were setting a good pace with no urging from the point riders, perfect for a herd on a road instead of on graze and an outfit trying to get them trail-broke in a hurry.

  She turned to face south again, deliberately avoiding looking at Cole. Cookie in the chuck wagon and little Nate in the hoodlum one were rolling out to the side, picking up a little speed in front of the herd, so they’d reach the nooning place first and have hot food ready when the men arrived. The next thing she and Cole had to do was ride even faster than the wagons and pick that nooning place.

  “Mmrhr, grrhr,” Bubba said, trotting serenely beside her horse.

  “That’s right,” she said, her eyes rebelliously fixing on Cole as he came closer. “Next, we have to find a good, shady spot by a creek to have our dinner. A picnic spot.”

  Her happiness grew, a feeling stronger by far than her apprehension of the early morning, and it swept all through her. She could do it, by thunder! With the help she had, she could get this herd to a new range and start a ranch of her own where no one, ever, could tell her to leave. The thought made her heart sing.

  She rode through the warming sunlight to meet Cole.

  “I suppose you and I might as well pull out now and ride ahead to find the nooning,” she said. “They seem to be trailing just fine.”

  He glanced back at the mostly peaceful herd.

  “Not bad for the first morning,” he said. “But I’d say we better stick with ‘em until after Rocky Springs. I know this trail to below the New Mexico Territory line, and the only way through is right down the middle of Main Street.”

  “I forgot about Rocky Springs!” she cried and immediately wondered if she was really losing her mind after all. “I guess I thought we were halfway to Texas by now.”

  “Only a few hundred miles to go,” he said dryly, swinging his horse around so he could ride beside her, heading back to the south.

  The easy tone of his voice, low and rich, and the teasing grin he gave her made her want to ride closer, close enough that their legs might brush.

  She was going insane. What had she just decided about keeping things all business?

  “Thanks so much for reminding me,” she said, mildly sarcastic.

  “Any time.”

  Bubba lifted his big head and added what sounded like a whole sentence to the conversation.

  “That’s right,” Aurora said to him. “But first we’re going to get them through Rocky Springs. Then we’ll eat.”

  Cole laughed.

  “You didn’t forget Rocky Springs because you thought you were halfway to Texas,” he said. “It was because you were deep in conversation with a dog.”

  She smiled at him.

  “Bubba’s a better companion than lots of people are,” she said. “At least he agrees with me most of the time.”

  She looked up to meet Cole’s slanting glance.

  “What?” she snapped.

  “Listen to yourself,” he said. “A good companion is somebody who agrees with you.”

  She shrugged, grinning a little at the teasing.

  “That’s right. Or … somebody who can put up a humdinger of an argument for the opposite point of view.”

  He raised his eyebrows.

  “Well, now, then, we may have a right interesting ride from here to Texas.”

  “Meaning you disagree with everything I say?”

  He cocked his head and looked at her, then nodded toward the wagons, which were almost out of sight ahead of them.

  “No. Only with a few things you’ve done, such as trailing that second wagon. One would be plenty to keep repaired and rolling.”

  “No, it wouldn’t. I had to bring two! I’m moving a household to a place where there are no stores and even if there were, I have no money and if I tried to put everything in the chuck wagon, we’d have no room for food!”

  Bubba, responding to the defensiveness in her tone, added his vocal support.

  Cole scowled down at him.

  “And I’m not too sure about bringing that dog.”

  “Good heavens, Cole, you surely didn’t expect me to go off and leave him! Haven’t you ever had a pet?”

  Even in the middle of the argument, she suddenly wanted very badly to know. What had Cole been like as a boy? Where had he grown up?

  He ignored the question.

  “If he gets footsore or hurt, you’ll have to leave him. He’s too big to carry in front of your saddle.”

  “We’ve left a spot in the back of the hood wagon in case we need it for new calves,” she said coolly. “We’ll put Bubba there if he needs to ride.”

  “What if there’s already a calf in it?”

  She scowled at him, her irritation rising fast.

  “What if lightning strikes and burns us all to bits? Life’s uncertain, Cole, in case you haven’t noticed.”

  “I’ve noticed, O Wise Woman of Many Years,” he said. “How old are you, anyhow, Aurora?”

  The question surprised her into silence. Was he wanting to know about her, too? The thought was strangely intriguing.

  “Never ask a woman her age,” she said.

  “I thought we were dispensing with manners on the trail.”

  She struck her saddle horn with her fist. But his quick wit also made her smile.

  “Will y
ou never stop it?”

  “Stop what?”

  “Throwing my own words back into my face. It doesn’t become you, Cole, if you’re supposed to be so good at taking the opposite point of view.”

  That made him grin.

  “I am good at it and I’ll prove it. I’ll give you three irrefutable reasons that you ought to sell that wagon and its contents in Rocky Springs.”

  “Sell it?”

  Horrified, she turned in the saddle to face him. His dark, amused eyes captured hers.

  “One, selling it gets something out of it instead of wasting it and its contents when you have to leave it by the trail somewhere.”

  He lifted one long, brown forefinger to keep count.

  “Two, it gives you another man on the herd. Or take the boy off the driving chores and put him with his brother on the remuda. It’s a big remuda for one kid to trail.”

  “Eighty horses,” she said, furiously biting off every syllable.

  “Three, it saves you from having to worry about all that extra junk when you get to where you’re going.”

  She glared at him.

  “There’s nothing extra. There’s nothing junk. The contents of that wagon are the absolute, bare necessities. I can’t do without any of them.”

  He shook his head. “Gimcracks and gewgaws, I’d bet money.”

  “That remark just flies all over me,” she snapped. “Bet your money and lose.”

  “We had better wager a kiss instead.”

  A surprised thrill seized her stomach and turned it over.

  “A kiss?”

  He gave her that impossibly innocent look he’d used at breakfast.

  “A minute ago, you said you have no money,” he said, in the voice of true reason. “I’m sorry. I forgot about that when I suggested a bet.”

  He smiled in such an infuriating way that her tongue tingled with the desire to tell him off roundly. Yet she couldn’t stop thinking about a kiss.

  “Of course,” he said, with a shrug for emphasis, “if you’re afraid you’ll lose …”

  “I won’t lose,” she said. “There’s not a gimcrack or a gewgaw in the load.”

  His eyes looked deep into hers with the greatest of satisfaction, as if she had just fallen into a trap of his making.

  “You needn’t be so smug,” she said. “You’ve already lost.”

  “No, darlin’, you have,” he drawled.

  He gave her a look hot enough to melt her in her saddle.

  Then he grinned that crooked, devilish grin of his, and it and his dangerous, dark eyes told her he knew exactly what she was feeling.

  “No, to tell the truth,” he said, sure of himself as the sun in the sky, “I reckon we’ve both just won.”

  He turned away, faced forward, and loped on ahead, leaving her seething.

  Darlin’. She’d show him darlin’. She’d show him wagers. It’d be a snowy summer day in hell before he ever collected a kiss from her, the arrogant sidewinder!

  She smooched to Shy Boy to pick up the pace and started catching up with him to tell him so.

  “The wagons are going into the cut,” he called back. “We need to narrow the herd.”

  Aurora wheeled her horse, and they covered the quarter mile back to the front of the herd side by side. In a wordless agreement, they each headed for one of the point riders and rode with them to help start funneling the cattle into the winding gash between two mountains. Just before the leaders went in, Aurora beckoned to Cole, and they rode in front of them.

  “The trail goes right through the middle of town,” she called back to the point men. “We don’t want to do any damage.”

  Monte raised one hand high to show he’d understood, and then she was following Cole into the narrow passageway with the herd coming on behind them. The horses held a long trot, and the cattle came on only a little slower.

  The cut was about a half mile long, with the mountain on each side looming fifty feet or more over their heads. Then they reached the south end and came out of it into an only slightly wider valley still surrounded by mountains. They passed a farmhouse or two with the herd leaders only a stone’s throw behind them, and entered the town. It was composed of only a dozen or so buildings, if that many, but three times that many people began stepping out of them to watch the herd passing through.

  “Never seen a herd trailed by a woman before,” a man’s voice called.

  “She ain’t took ‘em nowhere yet,” someone answered, laughing. “Only brought ‘em down from the Flyin’ B.”

  Annoyed, Aurora looked at Cole.

  “How do they know who I am?” she shouted over the noise of the oncoming hooves.

  “Recognize your brand, probably.”

  “We’re trailbranded Slash A. They don’t appear to be fellow ranchers who’d know where the Flying B land is … or was.”

  He opened his mouth to answer. Then, as if he’d seen something in the corner of his eye, he turned abruptly. Aurora looked, too.

  Three men, on muleback, were riding out from behind a building, the first of them already blocking the road. Two more appeared from the opposite side of the street. They all carried shotguns. In their hands, not in saddle boots. They looked poor and mean as snakes.

  “Miss!” yelled the one in the middle. “Hey, Missy Benton! Hold it right there!”

  A sudden, sharp fear raced through her. Had the cattle damaged something? No. If that were so these men couldn’t know it, since they were ahead of the whole herd. Who were they, anyhow?

  She turned and held up her hand as a signal for the point men, but they had seen and were already slowing the herd. Worried, she stood in the stirrups to try to see whether the flank men had yet made it out of the cut, whether the cattle seemed likely to stay in the road or scatter. She and Cole were almost upon the human and mule blockade when she turned back around again. Thank God she had hired Cole.

  Shy Boy responded to her leg pressure and moved her closer to him.

  “I don’t know them,” she muttered, half under her breath. “How do they know me?”

  He didn’t answer. He didn’t appear to even hear her, he was watching the men so intently.

  He didn’t seem worried, though.

  “Whaddya mean,” shouted the man who had called to her before, “comin’ through this valley with all them cattle? You reckon us folks got no more sense than to stand here and let you gather ourn in with ‘em as you go? Yore a cow-thievin’ outfit, ain’t you?”

  For an instant, Aurora couldn’t process the harsh words.

  Then they set fire to her temper. The only worse insult was to be called a horse thief.

  “I’m not stealing cattle! All I’m doing is taking my own down a public road.”

  “And I’m not a day over twenty-one,” her grizzled accuser said, drawing his mule to an arm’s length in front of Shy Boy, where he could stare Aurora in the face.

  “Around here, we hang cow thieves,” called out one of the men riding with him.

  Then the leader stood in his ratty wooden stirrups and looked all around them.

  “Folks, listen up,” he shouted. “This’n here thinks Rocky Springs is full o’ greenhorns. She’s aimin’ to steal our cattle and throw ‘em in with her herd. Mebbe she’s already did such.”

  Astounded, Aurora stared at him, then turned to Cole as a buzz of excitement began all up and down the street. Cole kept his hard brown gaze trained on her accusers.

  Her palms went cold. Was this coming to gunplay in a hurry? He couldn’t take on five shotguns with his six-shooter, not with this madman holding the muzzle squarely on Cole’s chest.

  She waited for Cole to say something that would give her a hint of what to do, but he sat silent and stone-faced, his gun hand hanging at his side. Why didn’t he do something, say something? This was the reason she’d hired him!

  But all he did was make a quick gesture of his gun hand toward her, as if she should act.

  “I don’t know what you’re t
alking about,” she said loudly, drawing herself up to her full height in the saddle, glaring at the man who had accused her.

  “You’s mistaken about the public road,” the old reprobate said.

  So. Damn it. They were here to extract a toll. She’d never heard of such problems anywhere this near Pueblo City, but then she had hardly been off the place all winter.

  “Virgil …” said one of his henchmen.

  “Shut up, Buster,” said another. “Virgil’s in business now.”

  Five pairs of beady eyes were trained on her face, but Virgil’s kept flicking back to Cole. He cocked his grizzled head to one side and squinted at him, then looked back at her.

  “Wal?” he said. “You cain’t depend on that curly hair and them big blue eyes t’ move them cattle through here.”

  He fixed his beady eyes on Cole.

  “Nor on yore gunslinger, Mister Cole McCord, neither,” he said.

  A cold hand gripped her stomach and squeezed. How did he know Cole? Maybe by sight? Or had word traveled ahead of them from Pueblo City?

  Cole watched the men as if they were a contingent of rattlesnakes, but he was not going to open his mouth, she knew that now. Her temper flared, as much at him as at this snaggle-toothed rustler sitting in front of her.

  “You’re the cow thief, collecting a toll!” she said to Virgil’s face.

  He laughed at her. His men grinned at her.

  “I’m missin’ three yearling heifers and a matched pair of black steers,” Virgil said. “You got ‘em.”

  Fury and fear raced through her blood, fighting for the control of her feelings, making her hands shake on the reins. She wanted to, desperately, but she wouldn’t let herself turn to Cole again. He had to watch those shotguns and besides, hadn’t she demanded to be trail boss?

  And there was no other help. Most of her men couldn’t even see her, had no way of knowing what the holdup was.

  She tried to think. God only knew how many head they would demand as toll. But even if Cole took over, there wasn’t anything he could do, either, and she knew it. It was two against five—although the point men might be able to avenge them once they fell. It wouldn’t take many shotgun shells for these idiots to kill them all and get the whole herd.