Colorado Dream (The Front Range Series Book 4) by Charlene Whitman

Author:Charlene Whitman [Whitman, Charlene]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ubiquitous Press
Published: 2016-11-14T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Angela’s face paled under the overcast sky. “Are you sure this is safe? He’s awfully big.”

Brett stood in front of Miz Foster’s appy gelding, holding the reins loose in his hand while trying not to gawk at Angela, who looked purty as a picture in that split riding skirt and high boots the rancher’s wife had given her to wear. Her thick black hair was pinned up under her straw hat, exposing her milky neck. Brett swallowed back a sigh.

Miz Foster smiled, gave that high-pitched titter of hers, and put her hands on her wide hips. “He’s a cotton puff,” she said to Angela, with a thick drawl. “He won’t do a thing unless you make him. The girls learned to ride on him.”

Angela looked about to swoon as she studied the horse from hoof to head. Ol’ Nicker couldn’t have been more bored. Prob’ly knows it’s Sunday. Folks and horses were meant to have a day o’ rest. But a pleasant little ride round the ranch wouldn’t take long. Then you c’n git back to nappin’, he told the horse silently with a pat on the neck.

He had approached the missus when the family—and Angela—had returned late morning from church, after Angela had gone inside the big house and the rancher’s wife was giving some instruction to the cook out in the garden. Miz Foster about turned pink when Brett had inquired whether he might take Angela out for a ride, explaining that she’d never sat on a horse afore.

Brett’s affection for Angela must’ve been written all over his face, though he tried his darndest to hide it. But women like her could smell a man courting a mile away, and her eyes lit up in a kind of conspiratorial way. He knew Angela would need some riding clothes and a lady-broke horse and reckoned he’d have to ask Miz Foster’s help in that regard. Plus, if Angela was staying in the big house, he’d best get in the missus’s good graces.

She’d been more than happy to comply. Truth be told, the idea had sent her in a tizzy, with her hands flapping and mouth working, looking like a busy bee off to fill the hive with honey. Brett had rushed to clean up and put on his nicest clothes—a pair of brown denim pants and a pale-yellow shirt he’d bought at the Greeley mercantile he’d not yet worn—wanting to make the right impression on Miz Foster. And, he had to admit, on Angela.

Archie and Tate had given him looks when he changed out of his busting clothes after supper. But Brett reckoned if he smelled like a sweaty horse, he might not get another chance to kiss those delicious lips.

Standing there, watching Miz Foster help Angela up onto the side saddle and instructing her how to sit and use the reins, Brett could hardly contain his fidgeting. He knew he had to do the proper thing and be all gentlemanly—’specially riding around the ranch for all eyes to see.

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