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His lips formed a thin line. “I was harsh this afternoon. A lot of that old resentment came back. Bottom line, Caitlyn, you lived away from here a lot of years. It shouldn’t be a problem to do that again.”

  “I lived away because my father didn’t want me here. It wasn’t voluntary.” Despite every effort, she couldn’t keep the hurt out of her voice.

  “You made that decision. No one else.”

  She stepped closer to him, his woodsy masculine scent doing a number on her senses. “Yes, I did. At the time, you didn’t even care enough to ask why I made that decision.”

  He gripped his Stetson so tight he bent the rim. “You wanted me to beg you to stay?”

  “No. I wanted to talk. I wanted to have a say in our wedding, our marriage, our life.”

  He drew back. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. You planned the wedding.”

  “Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes. “I was to wear your mother’s wedding dress and the wedding would be at Southern Cross. Soon after, I was to produce babies and heirs, preferably all male.”

  He frowned deeply. “My father requested that you wear my mother’s dress and—”

  “No. He demanded, and you backed him up.” She cut him off faster than a road hog on the freeway. “I was never asked. Every freaking woman on the planet dreams of picking out her own damn wedding dress.”

  “It’s a little late to be discussing this now.”

  “You got it, so take your offer of a sale and stuff it. I have six months and I’m taking every second of that time.”

  “Your sisters might have something to say about that.”

  “I can handle my sisters.”

  He stared at her and she resisted the urge to move away. He was too close, too powerful. But she stood her ground, despite shaky knees and an even shakier disposition.

  “You’ve gotten hard, Caitlyn,” he remarked, his eyes roaming over her face. Heat rose in her abdomen and traveled up to bathe her cheeks.

  “Really? Your own edges are so hard they’d cut glass,” she retorted.

  His eyes met hers then. “That’s what you did to us.” Saying that, he walked out.

  She sucked in a breath and an errant tear slipped from her eye. He had to have the last word, and it was effective, engaging all her feminine emotions. Guilt invaded her conscience and that made her mad.

  Judd Calhoun would not get to her.

  AFTER SUPPER, they sat at the kitchen table and talked about the future. Etta, Rufus and Cooper were all the help Caitlyn had, and they always ate together. Cooper lived in the bunkhouse, and Etta and Rufus’s home was the first log cabin that Caitlyn’s forefathers had built on the property.

  Etta took a seat after checking on Gran. Cait had decided not to tell her grandmother until she felt Gran was ready to hear the news.

  “How is she?” Cait asked.

  “Still playing with those old clothes. Miss Dorie needs to get a grip on reality, but I don’t know how she’s going to handle what’s happening now. Lordy, Lordy.” Etta shook her head. “But I know one thing. I’m not playing Prissy from Gone with the Wind again. Enough is enough.”

  “Now you’d make a good Prissy,” Ru said, chewing on a toothpick. “A mite too skinny, though.”

  “Now you listen here—”

  Caitlyn made a time-out sign. “Take a breather. We have bigger problems than Gran’s make-believe. I’m open for suggestions.”

  Coop rested his forearms on the old oak table. “June is a couple of days away and we’ll have plenty of hay to bale. We can keep what we need and sell the rest. And, of course, sell some of the stock.”

  Cait took a sip of her tea. “I only want to do that as a last resort. Without cattle we can’t operate this ranch.”

  “Don’t worry about my wages, Cait,” Coop said. “I have a place to live, and food. All I need are a few bucks for beer, and gas for my truck.”

  “Same goes for Etta and me,” Rufus added.

  “I appreciate everyone’s help. My sisters will be here in a few days and we’ll decide what to do.”

  “No offense—” Coop swiped a hand through his sandy-blond hair “—but they’re city girls. They don’t know much about ranching.”

  “They’re owners of High Five, though, same as me.”

  “Yep.” Ru reached for his worn hat. “Things are getting rough around here. I think I’ll mosey over to our place and stretch out for a while.”

  “Just wipe your feet before you go in,” Etta told him.

  “Woman, don’t be a pain in my ass.”

  Cait was in the process of interrupting when there was a loud knock on the back door.

  Chance Hardin, Etta and Rufus’s nephew, poked his head in. “Hey, I wondered where everyone was.”

  When Etta’s brother and sister-in-law were killed in a car accident, Etta and Rufus had taken in their three boys. Chance was the only one still around High Cotton, and he checked on his aunt and uncle often.

  “Chance.” Etta threw herself at him and hugged him tightly.

  “Let him go, for heaven sakes,” Ru said. “You’re gonna choke him to death.”

  Cait noticed Ru squeezing Chance’s shoulder, too. They were both glad to see him.

  Etta drew back, her bony fingers smoothing her nephew’s chambray shirt. “Why didn’t you call and let us know you were coming? We’d have waited supper. Are you hungry? We have plenty.”

  “No. I’ve already eaten. I was just passing by and wanted to say hi.”

  “Hi, Chance,” Caitlyn said.

  “Ah, Cait, the most beautiful woman in High Cotton.”

  She grinned. “Yeah. Me and every woman you meet.”

  He met her grin with a stellar one of his own. “Damn. Beautiful and smart. Can’t beat that with a sledgehammer.” He turned to Cooper. “Hey, Coop.”

  “Chance.” The cowboy shook his hand. “What are you doing these days?”

  “Working my butt off for the big oil companies.”

  “You still out on the rigs?”

  “You bet. Pays good money. We’re drilling over at the McGruder place, about thirty miles from here.”

  “I know. I’ve been by the place a few times and saw a lot dump trucks going in and out of there.”

  “Yeah. Old man McGruder is smart as a whip. This is the second well we’ve drilled on his property, and he probably has money coming out the wazoo. But now he’s selling sand and gravel off his land.”

  “Who buys it, and for what?” Cait asked curiously.

  “He sold a lot of sand and gravel to the oil company. They have to have it to build roads to the oil pads, so the big rig and trucks can go in and out without getting stuck. Of course, we had to have water for drilling, so Mr. McGruder got a new water well. They use the pea gravel for drilling, too. He’s also selling sand to a home builder who uses it for the foundation of new houses.”

  “Bart did that back in the eighties when things got a little tight,” Rufus said.

  “Where?” Cait asked, not remembering that.

  “The southwest pasture. We don’t run cattle there.”

  “How about some pie?” Etta interrupted.

  Caitlyn picked up the leftover chocolate pie from the table and handed it to her. “Go spend some time with Chance. I’ll clean the kitchen.”

  “No, I—”

  Cait gently nudged them out the door, knowing they wanted to visit.

  “I’ll help,” Coop offered.

  Within minutes they had the kitchen clean. Cait laid the dish towel over the edge of the sink.

  “Are you okay?” the cowboy asked.

  She wiped her hands down her faded jeans. “Not really. I don’t know how I’m going to save this ranch. With the oil and gas royalties, I was able to rebuild the herd Dad had sold. We were just getting to a point were we might show a profit. But if we have to sell off cows that won’t happen.”

  “A calf crop will be ready to market in June. That will help.”

  “Yeah,
but it won’t be enough to see us through a dry summer.” She massaged her temples. “It’s a bitch when the past comes back and bites you in the butt.”

  Coop leaned against the cabinet. “How much gambling money did your dad owe?”

  Cait dropped her hands. “I didn’t ask.” And she should have. Where was her brain? Going down guilt avenue at full throttle. Damn it. That should have been her first question. But her senses were too busy remembering what it was like to be in love with Judd.

  “Those people are not pleasant when they don’t get their money.”

  “Judd mentioned that.”

  “Maybe Judd was the only solution for Dane, for High Five.”

  She pointed a finger at Cooper. “Oh, please. Don’t you dare go over to his side.”

  “I’m not, but you know how your father was. He never had a spending limit.”

  “I know.” She stretched her shoulders, wishing she could close her eyes and the nightmare would go away.

  “I saw Judd’s truck here this afternoon.”

  “Yeah. He was doing what he does best, pressuring me to sell.”

  There was silence for a moment.

  “I wasn’t here all those years ago when you broke the engagement, but I assume you had a good reason.”

  Cait thought about that. Would a man understand? Cooper was her best friend. She told him a lot of things, but sharing her feelings about Judd wasn’t on the table.

  “Okay, that’s a little personal, and I don’t do personal,” Coop said quickly. “Think I’ll head to the bunkhouse and nurse a beer.”

  “Think I’ll head to the study and nurse a gigantic headache named Judd Calhoun.”

  Coop smiled. “See you in the morning.”

  Caitlyn walked upstairs to check on Gran. She was curled up on a chaise longue, asleep in a dress from the forties, with her long white hair cascading over her shoulder.

  Kissing her wrinkled cheek, Cait whispered, “Dream on, Gran.” With a sigh, she sank down to the floor beside her. Resting her head on her grandmother’s hand, she picked up a high-necked dress from the thirties.

  So many people depended on her: Gran, her sisters, Etta, Rufus and Cooper. What would they do if High Five was sold?

  Judd had her by…What was it that guys said? By the short hairs? All she knew was that Judd had her where it hurt. Bad.

  She fingered the dress, which smelled of mothballs, willing herself to come up with a way to get the money she needed to save her home.

  Wait a minute. She sat up straight and threw the dress into the trunk. Why hadn’t she thought of it before?

  CHAPTER FIVE

  EARLY THE NEXT MORNING Caitlyn was on the way to Mr. McGruder’s. She wanted information about selling sand and gravel. She could have called, but Mr. McGruder was the kind of man who responded better when talking face-to-face. Being of the older generation, he didn’t care for phones all that much. He liked the personal touch.

  It didn’t take her long to get the buyer’s name and number. She didn’t ask about price because she knew McGruder wouldn’t divulge it.

  Back in her office, she called only to learn the man had all the suppliers he needed. Damn! She told him to keep her in mind if he ever needed another one, and gave him her name and phone number.

  By the time she hung up, all the excitement had oozed out of her and she felt stupid. Their financial situation wasn’t going to be that easy to fix. There must be a black cloud over her head or something, but she didn’t have time to wallow in misery. There was work to be done.

  She saddled Jazzy, her brown quarter horse, and set out to join Coop and Rufus. Red neighed from across the fence. The mare didn’t like it when Cait rode another horse, but Jaz was for work. Red she rode for pleasure.

  The day was already getting hot. Cait pulled her straw hat lower to shade her face. Her arms were protected from the sun by a long-sleeved, pearl-snap shirt. The sun was hell on a woman’s skin.

  Coop came to meet her riding a bay gelding. “We have a good count of calves in this pasture to go in June, and we have a lot more on the ground, maybe a September sale.”

  They ran a mixed-breed cow-and-calf operation now. Cait’s father had sold the registered stock years ago. In High Five’s heyday her great-grandfather would have nothing but purebreds on his property. But it took time and money to keep records of an animal’s ancestry, so that wasn’t an option for the ranch anymore.

  “We can make this work.” Coop glanced around at the knee-deep coastal the cows and calves were standing in. “They have plenty to eat and all we have to do is supply water, salt and minerals.”

  Cait moved restlessly in the saddle. “It’s the summer I’m worried about. When the coastal has been eaten and we have barren dry ground.”

  “We’ll rotate the pastures like always.”

  Cait’s gaze swept over the grazing cattle. “Where’s Ru?”

  “Checking the windmill.”

  “Good. We have to make sure they have water at all times.”

  “I’m heading for the northeast pasture. Catch you later.” Coop kneed his horse and then pulled up again. “Whoa, we got company.”

  Cait noticed the riders, too—Albert Harland, the Southern Cross foreman, and two cowboys. Harland was mean as a rattlesnake, sneaky as a ferret, and resembled the latter. His number one goal was to make life as miserable as possible for Caitlyn. He thought she was uppity and didn’t know her place.

  He stopped just short of galloping into her. If he thought she was going to show fear, then the man didn’t have a brain cell that was actively working.

  “Mornin’, Miss Belle.” He tipped his hat and grinned like a possum eating persimmons.

  “Harland.” She folded her hands over the saddle horn. “Is there a problem?”

  “Yep.” The saddle protested from his weight. “The fence is down again on this pasture. One of your bulls, the big black one, keeps getting into our registered cows, and Mr. Calhoun would appreciate it if you’d take care of your fences and keep your mangy bull away. It costs us money every time he breeds a cow. You got it?”

  Anger shot through her veins like a rocket. “I got it.”

  “And if I catch that bull on the Southern Cross again, I’ll shoot him. Do I make myself clear?”

  “You bag of—”

  Harland broke into Coop’s effusive tirade. “Yates, if I catch you on the Southern Cross, I’ll shoot first and ask questions later. Ex-cons aren’t welcome there.” He jerked his reins to turn his horse, but Caitlyn reached out and grabbed them, effectively stopping the horse. And rider.

  “What the hell?” the foreman spluttered.

  “Let’s get one thing straight, Harland. That gun business works both ways. If Judd Calhoun doesn’t want to see a lot of dead registered cows sprawled on his property, then I suggest you think twice before shooting my bull.”

  “Why, you—”

  “And if you even look crossways at Cooper, you’re gonna have a whole lot of mad woman coming your way. Got it?”

  “Bitch,” Harland muttered, and jerked his horse away.

  “Give your boss the message,” she shouted as they rode off her land.

  “Damn, Cait.” Coop stared at her with a startled expression. “You can bullshit better than anyone I know.” His eyes narrowed. “Or did you mean that?”

  She shifted uncomfortably in the saddle. “Actually, if I had to shoot any living thing, I’d probably throw up.” She lifted an eyebrow. “But I can talk a good game. I did mean what I said about you, though.” She turned her horse. “Now let’s go get ol’ Boss before he gets us into any more trouble.”

  They’d named the bull Boss because he fought every bull that came within his chosen territory. He liked having the cream of the crop, and usually that included their neighbor’s cows.

  Caitlyn and Cooper crossed onto Judd’s ranch through the broken barbed wire, and found the bull easily, smack-dab in the middle of a herd of high-class registered cows. He was bus
y sniffing every animal in sight.

  “This could prove to be a little difficult,” Coop said, pulling up alongside Cait. The two of them watched the two-thousand-pound bull chasing cows. “He’s not going to like having his fun interrupted.”

  “Any ideas?” she asked as she caught sight of Harland and his cowboys on the horizon. They were watching, waiting for her to make a fool of herself.

  “The old-fashioned way?” Coop suggested.

  “Okay.” She knew cattle and she knew horses, and both were unpredictable. Cait wasn’t counting on Boss being docile and following her to High Five. He was in the midst of sealing a thirty-second love affair with a high-priced cow, and he wasn’t going to take their intrusion kindly. “Let’s give our quarter horses a workout. Ready?”

  “Yep. Watch those sawed-off horns.”

  “I’ll take the left,” Cait said as she meandered into the herd. Coop moved to the right of the bull.

  The cows scattered, and as soon as Boss spotted the riders, he swung his head in an agitated manner and pawed at the ground with a you’ll-never-take-me stance. Cait patted Jaz’s neck. “Okay, let’s show him who’s the boss.”

  They effectively cut him away from the herd, and Boss wasn’t happy. He charged, but Jaz did her magic, swinging back and forth, not letting him get by. The bull charged the other way, but Coop was there, blocking his path. Boss swung toward Cait again and she let Jaz work the way she’d been trained. The quick moves had Cait on full alert. She had to stay focused and not lose her balance.

  As the bull switched gears and charged toward Coop yet again, Caitlyn pulled the Hot-Shot cattle prod from her saddle and rode in and zapped the animal from the rear.

  Not liking the sting, Boss spun round and round, snot flying from his nose, and then made a dead run for High Five.

  “Hot damn,” Coop shouted. He rode right on the bull’s tail, whooping and hollering.

  Jaz was ready to run, too, and Cait had a hard time controlling her. As Jaz pranced around, Cait saw that Judd had joined Harland and the boys. There was no mistaking him. She backed up Jaz with a quick step, thumbed her nose at the watching crowd, then hightailed it for High Five. She didn’t even mind eating Coop’s and Boss’s dust.