The Circle Eight: Caleb by Lang Emma

Author:Lang, Emma [Lang, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Beth Williamson
Published: 2013-02-06T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Although she still dreamed of Caleb’s touch, his callused hands and talented tongue, she still wanted to punch him. He drove them relentlessly, barely allowing time for necessities. He had warned her it would be a hard ride, but her body was still weakened by the wound and the subsequent fever. She was no weakling and could endure quite a lot.

What she couldn’t endure was the ranger ignoring her requests one more time. She had to stop and take care of business or she would piss herself right there on Cora. Benjy had long since fallen asleep, drooping in front of his brother on the saddle. The sun painted the sky pink and orange as it rose in the east.

“If you don’t let me stop, I’m going to hit you with my hammer,” she said through clenched teeth. “I mean it.”

He didn’t even turn his head. “This area is too open. There is a line shack up ahead about two hours. Belonged to a rancher who lost everything about five years ago. Land has gone to hell but the shack is still there.”

“Two hours? I will not mess my drawers because you don’t want the world to see my bare ass.” She pulled Cora to a stop and managed to slide off the saddle although her legs quaked. A couple bushes nearby were all she needed. She managed to pull her trousers down and squat when the ranger appeared in front of her. “You want to watch me piss?”

His cheeks flushed, which she found amusing as hell. “No, I want to spank your ass for being so stubborn.”

“Get in line. My father did it, so did my husband. Nobody is going to smack the stubborn outta me.” She held her own, never giving into any man. Sooner or later they accepted her the way she was and stopped trying to change her. The ranger was a slow learner.

“Dammit, woman. You try my patience. Do you know that Garza could have a sharp shooter ready to take your pretty head off your shoulders at any moment?” His face was tight with anger and what she would only assume was worry.

His words sank in and she had to take a minute to finish her business before she spoke. No one had ever accused her of being pretty nor shown such concern for her. It was another piece of the puzzle that made up Caleb Graham.

She used a few leaves to finish and then stood up. After she buttoned her trousers, she walked back to Cora with the ranger hot on her tail. His hot breath nearly set her neck on fire. When she reached the mule, she whirled around to face him.

“You called me pretty.”

He blinked quickly, then opened his mouth and closed it. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Nobody ever call you pretty before?”

She gestured to her trousers and her shorn hair. “Not hardly. I am plain as dirt, Ranger. If you think any different, then you might need spectacles.

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