Heart of Texas Volume 1: Lonesome Cowboy

Intent on sleeping, he closed his eyes and tried to empty his mind. To his surprise a vivid image of Savannah appeared, clear as anything. He studied her a long while, this warm, gentle woman who’d come so fortuitously into his life. She was a comfortable person, and she possessed a kind heart. He liked Savannah Weston, but then it was impossible not to like her. In fact—even more than that—he found himself attracted to her. Strongly attracted.

It was years since a woman had captivated him the way Savannah had. She wasn’t like other women he’d known. He’d never felt relaxed or easy around the opposite sex, but Savannah brought out his every protective instinct. She was shy but genuine, and he liked that. He liked that a lot. Pretty, too, without being flashy. He sensed that despite her quiet unassuming manner she had courage and strength. She reminded him a bit of the frontier women he’d read about who’d helped tame the territory of Texas. Especially with those long dresses she wore.

Her brother, on the other hand, was another matter. Hardheaded, stubborn, suspicious. Laredo had taken exception to the way Grady spoke to his sister, but it wasn’t his place to get involved in their family affairs.

No, sir.

He’d work here while there was work to be had, get his truck back in good running order, then head for Oklahoma as soon as he could arrange it.

That would be the best thing for everyone. For the Westons and for him.

* * *

As she’d planned days before, Savannah drove into town the next morning. Her errand list seemed endless. Hardware store, library, the grocery. Finally she was hurrying toward the post office. Her last stop. She realized that the urgency to get back to the ranch had more to do with seeing Laredo again than with any task that waited for her. Anyone would think you were a schoolgirl! But she couldn’t help the way her heart reacted to the man.

The dinner she planned for that night was Grady’s favorite—chicken-fried steak, cream gravy and fresh green beans. A peace offering. He’d barely had a word for her all morning, but then he wasn’t communicative at the best of times. Still, there was no mistaking his anger. She’d felt his gaze following her in the kitchen this morning as she’d moved about, preparing breakfast. They’d carefully avoided each other’s eyes. Savannah seldom defied her brother, but Grady had left her no option.

Because she’d stood her ground, Laredo was staying. For some reason that made her happier than anything had in years.

Savannah purposely saved the post office till last, hoping Caroline Daniels, the postmistress, would have time to chat. Dovie Boyd, who owned the antique store and the Victorian Tea Room, was just leaving when Savannah pulled into the parking lot. They exchanged cheerful waves.

The interior of the post office was blessedly cool, and Savannah glanced toward the front counter, relieved to see no other patrons. Deciding to pick up her mail first, she found her postbox key and inserted it into the lock. The metal door swung open to reveal Caroline’s nose and brown eyes.

“Is it true?” the postmistress demanded.

“True?” Savannah blinked back her surprise at discovering Caroline’s face thrust at her though the small opening.

“I thought I was your best friend.”

“You are,” Savannah said.

“Then one would think you’d have told me about a handsome stranger working at the Yellow Rose.”

Savannah felt color explode in her face. Apparently word of her hiring Laredo had already spread through town. In less than twenty-four hours, too! How, she didn’t know—didn’t even want to know. This was the problem with living in a small town. Nothing was private. Unnerved, she closed the small door and twisted the key, locking it.

“Savannah!” came Caroline’s muffled voice.

Reluctantly Savannah unlocked the box and opened the door. “Who told you?” She withdrew the few envelopes from the box and thrust them into her bag.

“Ellie Frasier, and she said he’s cute, too.”

“Ellie met him?” Savannah asked. Ellie was the daughter of John Frasier, owner of the feed store. She was young and pretty, and she had a lively, fun-loving personality. More than once Savannah had hoped Grady would notice her, seeing as he made weekly trips to Frasier’s for grain and such. Savannah had hinted a couple of times that he needn’t rush home—that maybe he could invite Ellie out for coffee or a cold beer. Her suggestions had been met with a glare and a low growl that said he didn’t take kindly to her matchmaking efforts.

“So, is he as cute as Ellie says?”

Savannah’s blush deepened and she raised her hand to her face. “I...I wouldn’t know.”

Caroline’s chuckle was full of disbelief. “Okay, if you won’t answer that, then tell me his name.”

No harm there. “Laredo Smith.”

“So you were able to talk Grady into hiring another hand. Where’d he happen to meet Laredo?”

This was where the story got difficult. “Grady didn’t exactly...hire Laredo.”

The brown eyes staring at her from the back of her mailbox darkened perceptibly. “What do you mean?”

Savannah sighed. She might as well explain it once and for all and be done with it. “Laredo isn’t working for Grady. I’m the one who hired him.”

“You?” Those same eyes narrowed. “Meet me up front.”

While Savannah had hoped to discuss the events of the day before with Caroline, she’d wanted to bring up the subject of Laredo in her own time. She certainly hadn’t expected an inquisition, especially this soon. But lately Caroline had been encouraging her to get out more, mingle. Savannah decided to accept her friend’s advice the day Caroline took it herself.

“You’ve got that look again,” Caroline teased when Savannah approached the counter.

“What look?”

“The one that says you’re...you know, perturbed.”

“Well, I am.” As far as Savannah was concerned she had every right to feel perturbed, annoyed and downright peeved. The entire town was discussing her life, or soon would be, particularly when it became common knowledge that Laredo Smith worked for her and not Grady. She absolutely deplored gossip and refused to partake in it. She’d never pry into anyone’s personal business. Why, she’d been Caroline’s best friend for ages, and not once had she asked who’d fathered five-year-old Maggie. If Caroline felt inclined to tell her, then she would, but Savannah would rather die than ask.

“Get over it, Savannah. It isn’t every day a handsome stranger wanders into town.”

“Laredo didn’t exactly wander into Promise.” She supposed she’d have to tell Caroline the truth. That’d be preferable to having her hear wild rumors later on.

“I know. His truck broke down. It’s the transmission, and with parts and labor it’ll be close to fifteen hundred dollars. Plus it’s going to take at least ten days for the parts to come in.”

Good grief, Caroline knew more about Laredo than she did! “Who told you all that?” Silly question when the answer was obvious. Wiley had mentioned that he was going to help Laredo tow his truck into Powell’s Garage that morning. Paul Powell’s wife, Louise, did the paperwork and was a known talker. Apparently she’d been at the garage when Wiley and Laredo arrived. To complicate matters, Wiley tended to have a loose tongue himself. Savannah had the sudden urge to sit down with an entire pitcher of iced tea, only she had the feeling that all the iced tea in the world wasn’t going to make anything better.

Caroline watched her closely. In a gentler tone of voice she asked, “You hired him yourself?”

“Yes. I’ve been looking for someone to help me with the garden and—and now that I’m starting to get more orders for my roses, well, it makes sense to hire some help.” She could have managed very well on her own, though, and Caroline knew it.

“You like him, don’t you, Savannah?”

“Of course I like Laredo. He’s kind and thoughtful and...” She couldn’t continue. “Grady was just awful! Oh, Caroline, I was mortified.” She brought one hand to her mouth, remembering the confrontation between the two men after dinner.

“Grady? What else is new?”

“I offered Laredo a job. I shouldn’t have done it without talking to Grady first, but he needed the work and you know how I’ve been after Grady to hire an extra hand.”

“So you hired him, and Grady didn’t appreciate your...help.”

Savannah looked away. “That’s putting it mildly. He insisted he didn’t need anyone else and offered to drive Laredo into town that very minute. He made it sound as if he wanted him off our property, the sooner the better. I didn’t know Grady could be that rude! I was embarrassed, and angry, so I...I stepped in and claimed I’d hired Laredo to work for me.”

Caroline’s eyes sparked with approval. “I’ll bet Grady just hit the roof.”

“Put it this way—he wasn’t pleased.”