Always a Cowboy

by Linda Lael Miller

  “I’d appreciate it.”

  “I prefer a humane solution myself. That’s why we’re here.”

  “Thanks.” He ended the call and contemplated what he should do next. There were always chores, needless to say, but he should check on Harold and Violet.

  And Luce. When he’d gotten up, she’d still been asleep. Everyone had been asleep.

  He rode back to the house and saw a recognizable car in the drive. He liked Lettie Arbuckle-Calder, but the woman was difficult to dissuade when she made a decision. He’d once tried—and failed—to deflect her from purchasing a nearby piece of property. She’d later sold it, and he figured that proved he’d been right, but he was never going to hear that from her. I was wrong was not part of her vocabulary.

  Why did he have a sinking feeling that this had something to do with him? If Mrs. A-C felt the need to meddle, leave him out of it.

  No such luck.

  When he walked onto the porch, he saw Harold had gotten up and was eating. An encouraging sign. Violet was keeping him company, munching kibble from her bowl, too. She deserved a double helping.

  “Hi,” he said lamely to the three women sitting there. “I’m checking on the dogs, but I see they’re in good hands. Red isn’t feeling well, so I’m feeding the horses.” A pause. “Beautiful day, isn’t it? See you later.”

  Just as he spun around, Lettie said in a steely tone, “Not so fast, young man.”

  At thirty-two, he wouldn’t describe himself as young anymore, but with his mother sitting right there, he wasn’t going to argue. However, he wasn’t going to apologize for his reluctance, either. The fact that he could tell Luce was laughing to herself didn’t make the situation any more comfortable. “Yes?”

  “I want to talk to you about the horses.”

  “Which ones?”

  What man wouldn’t be wary with three women looking at him expectantly? He certainly was.

  It was Luce, as bewitching in her faded jeans and plain shirt as she was in her stylish dress, who finally said, “The wild ones.”

  His mother added, “I think it’s a brilliant plan.”

  Oh, a supposedly brilliant plan involving wild horses and women? Just what every man needed. Both unpredictable. It would be rude to point that out, so he hedged. “I’m listening. I guess.”

  “The old Winston homestead. The one where you believe the herd winters, correct? I’ve looked into it. The state owns the property now because it was abandoned and no taxes were being paid. You know how slowly the government works.” Mrs. A-C sniffed in disapproval at the slow-moving wheels of bureaucracy. “But I have some influence here and there.”

  She probably had more influence than the governor, although he refrained from mentioning that. “I’m following you, but only so far. What’s your suggestion?”

  “I’d like to propose that the state of Wyoming make the property part of their park system on the basis of its being a historical landmark. If you can relocate the horses there, your problem’s solved and they won’t have to be shipped off anywhere.” She seemed very...self-satisfied. Yep, that was the word for it.

  He propped one foot on the top step, wishing it was that simple and not knowing how to delicately explain that it wasn’t. “Uh, well, it sounds great in theory, but—”

  “In theory?” Luce interrupted. She plonked down her coffee mug. “It sounds great, Drake. In reality. Not just in theory.”

  He gave her a quelling look. “You’ve been studying them, right? Doing research? Then you’re aware of how fast the herds grow. By the time this arrangement was set up, my problem would be a lot worse than it is now. Not to mention that I don’t know if the federal government would even agree to let a state park keep wild horses when it’s allocated land to manage them. And don’t forget that stallion’s kicked through almost every fence I’ve ever put up. Plus, there’s no guarantee the horses would stay put, because he moves them all the time. My bull is easier to contain. Sounds simple, but I promise you, it won’t be.”

  That reminded him he had to meet Jim Galloway in a couple of hours to go see a young bull owned by a friend of his.

  Full day. At least Harold seemed to be doing as well as anyone could hope. Jax had said he’d stop by later.

  Mrs. A-C tapped the table and said thoughtfully, “Probably valid points. I will ask all the right questions, then. Nothing is insurmountable.”

  He hoped that was true, but he’d stumbled across a few situations that were pretty daunting. Yet he had to admire her confidence. He didn’t envy whatever official in the state government got her call. They’d be scrambling to accommodate her, no doubt about it.

  “I’d better get back to work.” He touched his hat. “Ladies.”

  Then he beat a hasty retreat—although not as hasty as he would’ve liked. Self-preservation was rarely unwise. He could stand his ground if he had to, but his philosophy was to be polite and get the heck out of there when it was three against one and he was the one. A minority position was always difficult. Besides, he had things to do, plenty of them, and he even took his truck so he wouldn’t have to go back to the house.

  Of course, when he got to the stable, Red was hard at work. Drake frowned. “I told you to knock off for the day. You really look like you could be running a fever.”

  “Nonsense.” Red continued to brush down a horse. “I don’t get sick.”

  “You don’t admit you get sick. There’s a difference.” He plucked the brush from the older man’s hand and went to work on the gelding. “I’ll finish this. Go take a nap.”

  “Naps are for old ladies,” he said gruffly.

  Time to play the trump card. “I told my mother you weren’t feeling well. She’ll tell Harry. Mrs. Arbuckle-Calder was there, too. Do you want the three of them catching you not resting? If I were you, I’d at least pretend to be asleep. Otherwise, in addition to whatever ails you, there’s a lecture in your very near future. Maybe three.” He fake-squinted at the door. “I think I see them coming now.”

  Red was no fool. He beat it. Drake shook his head and laughed sympathetically as he finished grooming the horse. He left a note for Ryder to clean the tack room when he got home from school; it was going to be good when the kid was out of school for the summer, because he did a great job with the smaller chores. Slater was teaching him how to ride, Drake was teaching him how to rope and Mace was teaching him how to shoot. For a city boy, he was catching on, too, and roping a calf when you hadn’t been riding long wasn’t all that easy. The first few times, the horse went one way and the kid went another and bit the dust, but he was getting the hang of it.

  Drake glanced at his phone and saw that it was time to go over to Jim Galloway’s. He probably smelled like horse with more than a hint of manure mixed in, but Jim wouldn’t mind that one bit.

  Jim and Pauline lived in a neat little house in town, perfect for two people, with tidy flower beds out front and a fenced backyard for their dogs. Jim looked younger since he’d married his second wife and won his battle with cancer, and he was grinning when he answered the door. “So you’re getting married, eh? That’s almost as fast as me when I met Pauline. What are you trying to do, beat my record? Pauline and I got hitched practically the moment we met. Hey, I have a request. Could you play the Texas two-step at the reception? My wife’s one hell of a dancer.”

  How had Jim found out? Was that just a lucky guess?

  He hadn’t told anyone. That meant Luce had, which he doubted, or his mother had figured it out. Maybe Mrs. A-C had looked in her crystal ball. Oh, yeah, Red had known Luce was in his bed the night before...

  Anyway, he wasn’t going to lie to Jim. He admitted, “We’ve talked about it. I don’t think I’ll be part of the entertainment committee, but I’ll be sure to mention your request. Now, let’s go see this bull.”

  Jim climbed
amiably into the truck. “I’m not going to say he’s easy to handle. Sherman’s moody, too, so you know how to deal with that. Impressive animal. I went and took a look at him before I called you.”

  “You didn’t need to do that.”

  “I have time on my hands now, so it was a pleasure to pretend I was still running a ranch, even for an afternoon. He’s a dandy.”

  “Bloodlines?” Drake shot off some rapid-fire questions about the bull as he started the truck again, got the answers to his questions, and thirty minutes later, they pulled into the yard.

  Jim’s friend Mike Gorman was old-school, with overalls and a bald head, and it was clear that he assessed Drake before he nodded and they walked over to the fenced pasture. He liked that. The man wasn’t going to give this animal away to just anyone.

  “He’s a handful,” Mike said, keeping it short and sweet. “He’ll get the job done and he’ll tone down some as he gets a few years on him. No one wants a lazy bull. I named him Tobias, but you can call him whatever you want.”

  The price was reasonable, and Drake couldn’t argue. This was a beautiful creature. He wrote a check then and there, because both he and Red trusted Jim’s judgment. They hashed out the details for getting Tobias to his new home, and when they got back into the truck to head for Mustang Creek, Drake was feeling decent about life. The mountain lion was going to be handled, he’d solved the bull problem and Luce had said yes. If Mrs. A-C’s ridiculous idea actually worked out, things were looking up.

  His phone beeped and he pressed the button that let him talk hands-free. “Yep?”

  It was Tripp. “You buy that bull from old Gorman?”

  “Sure did.”

  “My dad’s a traitor. I kind of had my eye on it.”

  “Son, I can hear you.” Jim was chortling. “I’m right here. You waited a shade too long, that’s all.”

  Tripp muttered something they couldn’t catch, but then he laughed. “So I’m talking to both of you? Since you’re there, Dad, I’m supposed to tell you that whatever you’re having for dinner tonight, Pauline isn’t going to cook it. You choose the place, but you’re taking her out. And via Melody to Hadleigh, I’m supposed to tell Drake the ring is ready and he can pick it up whenever. Why I’m expected to have time to relay all these messages is a mystery to me, because I’m watching the baby right now and that’s no picnic. I’d rather be herding ornery cows.”

  “Ring? What ring?” The moment the words were out of his mouth, Drake felt he already knew the answer to that question.

  “The one your mother ordered for you. Damn, I smell something suspicious. This diaper needs changing... Gotta go. Drake, see you on poker night. Dad, take Pauline someplace nice.”

  Jim looked as if he was going to burst out laughing as the call ended. “Don’t tell me. You didn’t know about the ring?”

  “No.” Drake felt like laughing, too, but his laughter would’ve had an edge to it.

  “You’ve been corralled. Blythe Carson’s always been a woman who gets things done.”

  He’d be more annoyed, but truthfully, his mother had probably done him a favor. She’d have a much better sense of what Luce might want in a ring than he did.

  He wanted a companion on evening rides. He wanted to see her smile, to hear the passion in her voice when she argued with him, to touch her, to taste her kiss, to imagine their children laughing and playing.

  So all he said was “You’re finding this way too funny. I guess after I drop you off, I need to go pick up a ring.”

  Jim agreed with a cheerful grin. “I guess you do, son.”

  * * *

  LUCE BIT HER lower lip, thought about the sentence she’d just written, then went back and erased it.

  She sat with her laptop on the front porch, since Blythe was out running errands. Violet was in the kitchen with Harry, but Harold had hobbled over and was keeping her company, sleeping at her feet. She found it touching that he was guarding her for Drake, even though he could barely get up.

  She’d come to Wyoming to gather information, and now she had far more than she needed. The dissertation was getting harder to write as she went; there was a lot of ground to cover.

  She was about to give it another try when her phone beeped. A text from Beth. I swear I didn’t tell.

  What did that mean?

  She typed back, Clarify?

  Operation Wedding has begun.

  Luce blew out a breath of frustration. She believed Beth, and she knew Blythe would keep her word and hadn’t said anything. So that meant her mother was evidently jumping to conclusions—the correct conclusions.

  At that moment, Drake pulled in, parked his truck, and Harold barked in greeting, then settled back down. He rested his head on her foot.

  “So she’s your new best friend?” Drake came up the steps looking accusingly at his dog, but he smiled. “Well, Harold, here’s a poorly kept secret. I like her, too.”

  “It isn’t a secret at all,” Luce informed him drily, although she felt the same way about Harold. “I have to tell you something. My mother seems to know about the engagement. She didn’t hear it from me, or from my sister or your mother. Oh, and Blythe’s already booked our flights for the anniversary party.”

  He was quiet, obviously thinking it through. “Okay,” he said finally. “That’s not ideal, but we’ll work with it.” He shoved a hand through his hair. “Harold’s choosy about the people he keeps company with. You ought to be flattered.”

  She definitely was.

  “He can sleep on my foot anytime he likes.” She studied Drake in silence for a few minutes. “The life of a cowboy,” she mused. “Mind if I use that for the title of my dissertation? Part of the title, anyway.”

  “You creative types,” he replied. “You sound like Slate. He’ll throw out a title for one of his movies and wait for reactions. Says he prefers first impressions.” He sat down across the table, appropriated her glass of lemonade and drained it in a single gulp.

  Luce didn’t mind at all. They were going to be good together. He’d never pressure her, and she wasn’t interested in changing him. Oh, he could use a few nudges here and there—everyone could—but a sexy cowboy had been on her life wish list, and he certainly fit the bill.

  “How about ‘The Life of a Cowboy: I Can Only Control What I Can Control’?”

  One corner of his mouth lifted in a smile. “Shouldn’t there be something in there about nosy graduate students? Let me revamp. ‘I Can Only Control Certain Things in Nature, and Women Are Not Among Them.’”

  Luce was really laughing now. His sardonic sense of humor was one of the things she loved about him, even when he was disheveled and smelled like saddle leather and pine forests. She shook her head. “That’s a chapter in The Cowboy Guide to a Successful Relationship. Stay focused. We’re talking about the most important thing I’ll ever write.”

  “Yeah, guess I forgot for a second there. Let me see if Harry can watch Harold while you and I go for a ride. I’ve been thinking about Mrs. A-C’s suggestion. The valley isn’t that far. When we first met, you said you wanted to see it. Besides, I haven’t been on a horse all day.”

  For him, astounding. Horse deficiency.

  She wanted to see the place where the horses wintered, no doubt about it. Luce would’ve jumped up with alacrity, but Harold’s head was firmly planted on her shoe. “Your mother’s lending me some boots. I’ll go put them on.”

  Drake came over to give Harold a reassuring pat and the animal lifted his head. “We’ll be waiting right here.”

  Luce went to her room, grabbed the boots and tugged them on. They were soft as butter, patterned with horses on the sides and totally comfortable.

  Drake nodded in approval when she reappeared. “Nice job, cowgirl.”

  She didn’t qualify for that title ye
t, but she was trying. “I’m learning, one day at a time, from a very qualified teacher.”

  He elevated his brows and gave her a devilish male grin. “I think you can hold your own. Oh, wait, we’re not talking about riding, are we?”

  “Watch it, Carson.” She smacked his arm.

  He caught her around the waist and pulled her to him. “This being in love business... I’m trying to figure it out and not getting very far.”

  “You’re trying to make sense of something that doesn’t actually make sense.” Luce kissed him with a lingering pressure of her lips on his. “I’m on the same sinking ship.”

  “We can drown together.”

  “We can do a lot of things together, most of them better than drowning! Now, let’s go for a horseback ride. I can tell you need an equine fix.”

  He ran his fingers up her arm. “And I can tell you have more confidence.”

  “Wait until the first time I fall off!”

  “We all take a fall at some point. I’ve even seen Red bite the dust.”

  “You have?” That surprised her.

  “Hell, yes.”

  It wasn’t funny, and yet, somehow, it was. “That old cowboy fell off his horse?”

  “Don’t ever bring it up.” Drake urged her toward the doorway. “I’d suggest not calling him old, either. He’s kind of sensitive on the subject. I’ve also discovered that it’s safer not to tell him he shouldn’t do something because then he’ll do it just to prove me wrong. So far he’s in the winning bracket.”

  “I didn’t mean old in a bad way.”

  “I know. He’s a surprisingly sensitive guy about certain things. Oh, have I mentioned that you have to saddle your horse by yourself?”

  He hadn’t. Well, that was on her list, too. “I was hoping to bribe Ryder to show me how so I could impress you.”

  “I’m impressed already. No worries there.”

  She could live with that.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE