Falling For The Cowgirl

Jace stared at her for a long moment and then shook his head. “So you’re telling me that you chose Maxwell over your own family? Over your future?”

She winced at the verbal jab, which opened a truckload of questions in Travis’s mind.

“We aren’t family, Jace, and you took my future years ago.”

At the words, Jace’s jaw tightened and he narrowed his eyes. “You think Maxwell has anything to offer but a temporary wrangler position? Wake up, Amanda Jane. No rancher with any sense is going to let a woman run his ranch. Your daddy did you no favors letting you believe that fairy tale.”

“The only mistake my daddy ever made was telling me that all cowboys are honorable men.”

The silence stretched as everyone froze.

Though AJ had paled, she stood her ground, her gaze unwavering as she looked at the big man.

Jace released a breath, his eyes steely with fury. “You’re going to regret siding with Maxwell.” The words were low and ice-cold. “Mark my words. He’s going down and you’re going to go down with him.”

“Easy there, McAlester,” Travis said as he gently moved AJ aside. “Those are pretty strong threats you’re tossing around.”

Jace McAlester looked him up and down, contempt all over his face, before he stalked off.

“You okay?” he asked AJ.

She offered a shaky nod and wrapped her arms around herself.

Travis glanced up and down the street, where several people had stopped to see what was going on. He had a hundred questions for his new assistant foreman, but he wasn’t going to ask them in the middle of the sidewalk in downtown Timber, Oklahoma.

Instead he turned to Rusty, who sported a black eye and a split lip. The man’s red hair stood on end and his wrinkled, pearl-buttoned, white Western shirt was buttoned all wrong. Drops of blood spattered the once pristine shirt and his Stetson was dusty.

Rusty’s eyes were wide and his mouth open as he stared at AJ.

Travis shook his head. “So, Rusty, I see you’ve met the new assistant foreman.”

“Uh, yeah.” He blinked and turned to AJ. “She bailed me out.”

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Travis asked.

Rusty bowed his head. “I let you down, and I apologize.”

Travis turned to AJ. “Did you—”

“She fired me.” Rusty looked at AJ and wiped his eyes. “You were right, ma’am. I’ve got to get my act together. I’m going to look into that counseling. I appreciate your concern.”

Travis’s eyes popped wide open when Rusty folded him into a bear hug. “Thanks for putting up with me for so long.”

“Ah, yeah. Sure, buddy.” He stepped back, far from Rusty’s reach. “No problem. You understand we’re between a rock and a hard place here?”

“Oh, yeah. Absolutely. AJ explained that I was endangering the ranch and the kids.”

“She did?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Stop by the office on Monday and you can pick up your last check and your personal stuff.”

“I’ll do that.”

“Uh, Rusty, I’ll need your keys and your gate security badge.”

Rusty dug into the pockets of his baggy Wranglers and pulled them out along with a pair of pliers, a barbed wire stretcher–cable puller and a roll of electrical tape. “Here you go.”

Travis blinked at the sight. “How did you get all that in your pockets?”

“I don’t know. I was fixing fences when my girlfriend called yesterday. I shoved everything in my pockets and headed to town.” He shrugged and turned to leave. “Thanks again.”

“Ah, yeah.” Travis stared in stunned silence as Rusty moved down the sidewalk. When the wrangler was out of earshot, he turned to AJ. “Nice job.”

“Thanks.” She cleared her throat. “So I passed the test?”

“First one,” he said without meeting her gaze.

“Mind if I ask how you know Jace?” she asked.

“Rodeo. Seems like a long time ago.” He cocked his head in question. “What’s going on between you two?”

“Going on? Nothing. Jace McAlester is my stepbrother.”

Travis blinked, digesting the words. “I did not see that one coming,” he murmured. “Jace McAlester is your...”

She nodded.

He shook his head. His new assistant foreman was kin to the man who considered Travis his arch enemy. Oh, yeah. This day just kept getting better.

* * *

“Where are you going?” AJ asked as she double-timed her steps to keep up with Travis. She dodged people and pots of geraniums, trying to keep up with the man’s long strides down Cedar Avenue and around the corner to Main.

“Back to the ranch. I had to park around down by the library.”

Suddenly he stopped and she rammed right into him. “Oomph.”

Travis turned and grabbed her arm, steadying her. “You okay?”

Dazed, AJ met his dark eyes and nodded. Yes, she’d be fine once her heart slowed down and breathing commenced. “Why did you stop?”

He pointed to the sign in the office window of the Timber Independence on Main Street. “Timber Rodeo. We can sign up here at the newspaper office.”

“‘We’?”

“One of the things the grant committee looks at is our community involvement.”