Rancher And Protector

“I don’t see why not!” Rosemary said, irritated.

Both Wes and Jason laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“Have you ever looked in a mirror?” Jason asked, turning in the saddle to stare at her.

She frowned. “Of course I have. What are you talking about?”

“You’re a beautiful woman, the only woman, in a band of cowboys. But they treat you like you’re one of the guys. It’s amazing.”

She ignored the compliment. “I’ve known most of them for years, and they know Wes would fire them on the spot if they harassed me. So I don’t think it’s so surprising.”

“I guess you’re right.” He faced forward again and tugged on his hat. After a few seconds he asked, “So you always accompanied your father on the roundups?”

“No. I wanted to, but Mom wouldn’t let me. After she died, though, Dad always brought me along.” She remembered the times she’d spent with her father on horseback; they were her best memories. Out on the roundups they were equals, each with a job to do, each relying on the other. Memories—good memories—flooded her, and emotion built in her throat.

“He didn’t have a son, and he talked about how I’d need to understand ranching if I was going to run the place after he was gone.” Overwhelmed, she ducked her head as tears began to well in her eyes.

“Rosemary, I’m sure he—”

But she never got to hear his remark because Wes called out, drawing their attention.

“We’ve found the first of the cows. Let’s circle behind them.”

There were about fifteen head grazing, appearing undisturbed by their approach. Wes silently indicated where both Rosemary and Jason should go. Then they began driving the small herd toward the new campsite.

Rosemary eased up on a steer that had come to a halt. She had her lariat out to use to prod the reluctant animal. She slapped the steer on its rump. To her dismay, the steer turned and charged her.

Even as Maggie jerked out of the way, Rosemary heard both Wes and Jason yell. But Rosemary reined her in, struggling to stay in the saddle.

“Rosie, are you okay?” Wes asked as he raced to her side.

“Yes, I’m okay. Maggie took care of me.”

“He turned on you so fast, neither Wes nor I could get here in time,” Jason said. “Do you need to get off your horse and rest?”

“Not with that killer steer in the neighborhood. I’ll let you two deal with him,” she said with a shaky laugh.

“Right,” Jason agreed and turned his mount to force the steer back into the herd.

“I think Jason’s got his number. Are you okay to go on?”

“Of course I am, Wes. Thanks to Maggie.”

“Okay. I’m going to let you and Jason take this little herd on in and I’m going to search out more cows. I’ll see you two in a little while.

“I don’t think you should, Wes. It’s not safe to be out here alone.”

“I know Sara Beth made you promise to take care of me. That’s ridiculous, Rosie. I’m a grown man and I’ve been doing this kind of work all my life. But I’ll be careful, I promise. And you do the same.”

“Okay,” Rosemary agreed, but she wasn’t happy about it.

“Keep an eye on her, Jason,” Wes said.

Rosemary huffed in indignation. “I’ve been doing this all my life, too!”

Jason grinned. “Come on, Rosie, we’ve got to get moving so we can get back quickly.”

She was so used to Wes calling her Rosie that she didn’t even realize Jason was using her nickname until it was too late to protest. She’d have to do that later. Right now the cows demanded her attention.

It only took them about half an hour to reach the new camp. The two cowboys left to maintain the herd were having a cup of coffee with Cookie. When they caught sight of Rosemary and Jason’s herd, they mounted their horses and met them.

“Good job! Where’s Wes?” asked Nick, the newest hand.

“He’s looking for more cows,” Rosemary replied. “We’ve got to get back with him. Have you got these?”

“You bet! Be careful,” Nick called as she and Jason turned back to retrace their trail.

“I think that cowboy has a crush on you,” Jason said as they rode along.

“Who?” Rosemary asked.

“Nick. He watches you all the time.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t,” Rosemary protested.

“I know he does. I’ve watched him.”

“He’s probably thinking the same about you.”

“What? That I’ve got a crush on him?”

She laughed, in spite of herself. “Why are you watching him?”

“Because he’s watching you.” After a moment, he added, “Wes and I talked about it. He said he thinks the same thing. He’s keeping an eye on things.”

“He always keeps an eye on everything. Wes is a great ranch manager.”

“I know he is. You don’t have to sell me on him. I’ve already talked to him about staying on if I get the ranch.”

“Did he agree?” Rosemary asked anxiously. She hoped he would. She knew Wes and Sara Beth would be happy staying there with Jason. He would be a good ranch owner.

The admission surprised her. But it was true, she realized. In just these two days Jason had exhibited some of the most important qualities for an owner, including his willingness to perform any task he’d asked of his men.

Still, Rosie wondered how he’d own the Wyoming ranch when his business was in Denver. She asked him.

“I was wondering when you’d be getting around to asking me that,” he said. He reined his horse out of a gallop to answer her. “I intend to live here full-time.”