Wind River Wrangler by Lindsay McKenna

Author:Lindsay McKenna [McKenna, Lindsay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-09-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

The morning was cold but refreshing. Shiloh was eager to take a ride with Roan out to the buffalo area of the ranch. Maud kept a herd of twenty cows, calves, and one bull mostly for the tourists who were dying to see what one looked like.

A week had passed since kissing Roan. As she used the hoof pick to clean out Charley’s hooves, her mind and heart were never far from Roan. Oh, he’d been circumspect and, as promised, made no move to become intimate with her since that blazing, sky-opening kiss they’d shared on the porch of his cabin.

Shiloh was glad that she’d not only worn jeans, cowboy boots, and a long-sleeved orange tee, but also had added a heavy sheep’s wool vest and her green nylon coat on top of that. Her fingers were near freezing by the time she was done with her gelding’s hooves. Looking up, she saw Roan outside with his big black quarter horse gelding, Diamond, checking the cinch before he mounted up. Her heart swelled with so many happy emotions. Hurrying around Charley, she unhooked the panic snaps and let the cross ties fall against the walls. Patting his black-and-white paint neck, she ruffled his thick mane. Charley’s ears flicked back and forth. He might be fifteen years old, but the cold morning made even him friskier than usual.

“Come on, Charley,” she clucked, pulling at the reins, leading him out to where Roan sat slouched comfortably in the saddle. His gray Stetson pulled low over his eyes, his profile rugged. Diamond was pawing the earth, raising dust, wanting to go. Her gaze just naturally fell to that wonderfully strong, well-shaped mouth of Roan’s. Shiloh saw him turn, his gaze meeting hers. She felt herself go hot with longing, her body clenching. The man could make her melt with just that calm stare of his.

“Ready?” Roan asked.

“Yep,” Shiloh said, quickly mounting up. Laughing to herself, she’d become relaxed around horses and riding. A few weeks ago, she’d been paralyzed over the idea of riding. She had on a red baseball cap that Maud had given her and drew the bill down, trying to shade her eyes from the bright sunlight flooding the valley. Giving him a quick smile, Shiloh pulled on her leather gloves, wanting to get her fingers warm. “Lead the way.”

Nodding, Roan barely touched the barrel of his gelding and the horse walked eagerly toward the pastures in the distance.

“Ever been around buffalo before?” he asked her as they rode side by side.

Shaking her head, Shiloh saw that they were going to ride between two huge pastures. “No. Why?”

Roan, who had just shaved and nicked himself earlier, carefully rubbed his jaw. “We’ll be going to drive them into another pasture. It’s June and the mother’s are calving. The bulls aren’t with them, but the mothers can be very protective of their young calf.”

“Okay. What does that mean to a city slicker like me?” she asked, and flashed him a grin. Roan’s mouth barely lifted.

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