The Princess of Coldwater Flats by Bush Nancy

Author:Bush, Nancy [Bush, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Published: 2013-05-30T22:00:00+00:00

THE PRINCESS OF COLDWATER FLATS — NANCY BUSH

Chapter Seven

“Ornery, black-hearted, miserable, son-of-a-mongrel-dirt-chewing dog…‌doesn’t deserve to live on the planet…‌hope he chokes on his own self-importance and dies a horrible, screaming death…”

The litany had gone on for hours. Days, actually. Any time Sammy Jo was alone, she vented her feelings about Cooper Ryan. At the house. In the barn. In the fields. It didn’t matter that Ridge Range Ranch’s livestock didn’t seem to care. While the horses stared at her in gentle bewilderment, Sammy Jo kept up a stream of consciousness liberally sprinkled with words that would scorch the ears of the good, churchgoing people of Coldwater Flats, had they but heard them.

Sweating, Sammy Jo grabbed a bale by its twine and thumped it atop another at the crest of the hayloft. Her hands hurt, and she gasped for air. The air was dense as soup and almost as hot. Her eyes burned from floating bits of straw and dust.

She’d been called a lot of names over the years, some of them well and truly earned, but she’s never been treated so downright nastily by a member of the male sex. Who in God’s name did he think he was, anyway? Telling her she would have lain down and done it with him!

“Bastard,” Sammy Jo muttered fiercely. She hated him. All the way down to the tips of her boots.

Men like Cooper Ryan gave the whole male population a bad name.

Gazing out the open hayloft door, she focused on the dots of cattle and horses in the field. As if of their own volition, her eyes turned toward Cooper’s property. Someone was standing by the fence about a quarter of a mile off. Cooper?

Sammy Jo aimed an imaginary rifle, pulled the trigger and blew him away. “Take that.”

Immediately, she felt like an idiot. What was wrong with her? So he’d been crude and superior and completely wrong. No reason to act like a child. She was going to marry Brent and she didn’t give a rat’s ass what Cooper Ryan or the rest of Coldwater Flats thought about it.

You’re the biggest liar. And you do most of your lying to yourself.

Through her anger, Sammy Jo could still feel the stab of that remark. It hadn’t been as pointed as some of his other comments, but it had been the one that hit vital tissue. She knew he meant she was lying about Brent in particular.

Uneasy, she returned to yanking hay bales around until exhaustion forced her back to the house. After pouring a glass of lemonade down her parched throat, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then gazed at the living room telephone. She’d avoided Brent since their date. She’d avoided everyone.

Wrinkling her nose, she placed the call she’d been dreading for days.

“Rollins Real Estate,” Brent’s sister, Connie, answered.

“Hi, this is Sammy Jo. Is Brent around?”

“Oh, hi, Sammy Jo. He’s showing the Pendleton house to some couple from California.”

“Think I can barge in?”

Sammy Jo could hear her chew on her pencil.

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