Cowboy Wolf Trouble by Kait Ballenger

Author:Kait Ballenger
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks
Published: 2018-12-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“One more time, bud, and you’re outta here,” Naomi grumbled.

She glared at Black Jack. She’d already spent far too long this morning attempting to get a saddle on him to no avail, and now she’d caught him in the act, red-handed—or hooved, as it were. Those black eyes stared back at her with all the innocent surprise of a small child with his fingers caught in the cookie jar, despite the fact that the horse was reared up on his hind legs in a clear attempt to mount and hump the filly she’d been riding only moments earlier. She’d managed to drop her herding stick, again thanks to Black Jack, and had to dismount, which she now recognized for the ploy that it was.

Apparently, the horse fancied himself as much of a stud as his cowboy wolf of a rider did.

When Wes had left this morning to enact his plan to ensure Naomi and her ranch’s safety, he’d left the ornery beast in her care. After Black Jack had refused to take up residence in her stables, she’d had no choice but to bring him out along with one of her workhorses to round up the cattle. Thanks to her little rendezvous with Wes and the Grey Wolves, she was well behind on bringing the cattle in closer from out in the pastures. She needed to keep them close as their ship date to market drew nearer. The closer they were to plenty of feed and water, the less shrinkage when they were taken off their feed and water for a few hours to head to market. Too much excrement shrinkage led to a reduction in weight. Less weight, and her profits would see a significant drop—and the last thing this ranch needed was to lose any profit.

Black Jack lowered onto all fours again, trading his look of innocence for a pissed-off huff. The filly, unaware or maybe just unperturbed by Black Jack’s advances, stood by idly, flicking her tail. Her ears pricked up in interest as she stared off into the distance.

From the look in the horse’s eyes, Naomi knew there was a stranger on her ranch before he’d even called out her name.

“Naomi Evans?” a male voice called out.

She turned to find some young pretty boy with a clean-shaven face and a dress Stetson riding on one of the ranch’s four-wheelers. Per her and Wes’s plan, she’d been expecting him, and she’d instructed her ranch hands to send him out into the pasture where she was working.

The man dismounted the four-wheeler and sauntered toward her with an extended hand. “Quinn Harper.”

She shook his hand, sizing him up. Quinn Harper. A man Wes told her was a hunter for the Execution Underground. As part of his plan to ensure her safety, Wes had instructed her to set up a meeting with Quinn. She knew that Quinn’s group was hell-bent on protecting humanity against supernatural creatures at any cost. Supernatural creatures like Wes himself.

Black Jack snarled behind her, clearly displeased by the hunter’s presence.

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