Texas Blood Feud by Dusty Richards

Author:Dusty Richards
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2009-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

The pulque was flowing. Cherie strummed her guitar and sang a song about the wild vaquero from the ranchero. Oh, Chet was dancing, his boots shuffling dirt as he and Deloris danced apart in the firelight, twisting and turning as the song went on. Her hips and skirt like a weeping willow in a strong wind. Then, with her skirt and many petticoats in her hands, she raised them to free her brown knees and her shapely legs to kick to the music.

Oh, what a wonderful night.

Deloris shook his shoulder the next morning to wake him. He half rose, looked around out of bleary eyes, and told her he wanted to sleep all day. That was it. She let him.

At sundown, he got up, washed his face in a water bucket, and wished he’d not drunk a single drop of the pulque the night before. But shortly, Deloris came for him, dragging him to the large fire cooking where a fat young pig roasted on a spit.

“That is your three-dollar pig you ordered last night.”

He poked his chest. “I ordered?”

“Si, you said, ‘Cook me a fat weaning pig tomorrow,’ and gave me the money last night.”

“Hell.” He reached over and drew her tight to him, then kissed her hard. At last, they stopped to catch their breath. “I must have. He’ll be muy bueno anyway.”

“Sí,” she said, and they kissed again like it would be for the last time in their lives.

They danced and drank and partied most of that night.

Damn shame that she was married. He woke up before she did in the predawn, and he covered her good when he climbed out of her pallet—so she didn’t freeze—her being naked and all. He found Matt drinking coffee, seated on the ground by the growing fire. Nina poured Chet some.

“Today we better get home, Matt. No telling what they’ve got into at the ranch.”

“We better,” Matt agreed. “It’s been fun and thanks to these ladies here, we were able to locate those thieves and you recovered enough money to buy new mules.”

Chet agreed with an open-mouth yawn. “Get our asses home.”

“Food will be cooked in a short while,” Nina said. “You two better stay and eat.”

“We will. We’ll go saddle our horses if we even have any.”

“They are fine,” Nina assured him with a laugh. “We have watered and fed them well.”

“Them mule thieves won’t ever bother you again,” Chet said. “And I bet that remittance man don’t either.”

She nodded in approval. “Matt told me what happened.”

“They got what they deserved.”

Their ride home was long and torturous. A dozen times, Chet considered getting off his horse, laying down someplace out of the wind and the sun, and sleeping a couple of hours. He didn’t, and late afternoon in a blustery wind, they rode through the gates and were met by a hard-eyed Susie.

“Rachel died.” She hugged him. Sobbing, she looked up, swallowing hard. “May did all she could for her.”

Chet felt a great knot in his chest. “Sorry I wasn’t here.

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