Cowgirl Up! by Carolyn Anderson Jones Page B
Authors: Carolyn Anderson Jones
Tags: western fiction, Comic Fiction
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working him again, but slowly. So far we haven’t had any more outbreaks of the virus, so we’re hoping this was just a one-time incident.”
“I hope so too. We know the horses were injected on purpose, but why would anyone do that to those beautiful animals? The only thing I can think is that someone was trying to scare the Wilson’s and stop them from selling their property to developers.”
Cheyenne nodded in agreement and then smiled down at her.
“Speaking of horses, I understand you’re interested in buying a Paso. Why don’t you come to the ranch sometime so you can ride one. We’ve got a handsome chestnut gelding for sale that’s as smooth as silk. He’d be perfect for you.”
“Well, I was thinking about buying a Paso until I saw the new colt out of Maggie Mae. He’s the spitting image of Sinbad, and Ralph is going to sell him to me when he’s weaned.”
Cheyenne reached out and brushed his thumb gently across Sam’s cheek. “I remember when Sinbad died. You were so heartbroken you missed a whole week of school. I wanted to tell you how sorry I was, but I was afraid you’d knock me flat on my butt if I even came close to you, so I never did. I wished I’d been braver.”
Samantha narrowed her eyes and looked up at Cheyenne. She thought at first he was mocking her and she was ready with a nasty comeback. Then she saw the kindness in his striking black eyes and realized he wasn’t trying to get a rise out of her. He was serious. Funny, she thought to herself. She’d never noticed how handsome he was with his bronze face and hair pulled back in a tail. His Native American features were prominent and powerful. She bit her lip and sucked in a deep breath before answering.
“Thanks. It would be really nice to ride a Paso and see what they’re like, but I’d have to come when Marietta is away from the ranch. In case you haven’t heard, I’m number one on her hit list.”
Cheyenne chuckled. “You’re not the only one, trust me. She has a list a mile long. She’s going with Lance to Puerto Rico to look at some mares in two weeks so that might be a good time to come over. Maybe you’ll have some free time then.”
“I’ll check my schedule and let you know.”
“Hey, Sam! Come look at these bracelets,” Isabella called to her from across the room.
“Sounds like she found something worth bidding on. I’ll see you later.”
As Sam walked across the room to join Isabella she knew Cheyenne was watching her every move. She crossed her fingers and hoped she wouldn’t trip or do something stupid to blow her exit.
Sam was concentrating so hard on walking sexy she didn’t see Marietta Wilson making a beeline for the same jewelry table. They smacked into each other and champagne flew up in the air and came down everywhere, but mostly on Marietta. Every conversation in the room stopped and there was a deadly silence.
Well, so much for my sexy ass walk, thought Samantha. Her whole enticing exit in front of Cheyenne was ruined. He was probably halfway to the front door running for his life by now, and if he wasn’t he should be, thought Sam with a grimace.
Chapter Eleven
“You stupid idiot!” exploded Marietta. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going! Look what you’ve done to my dress!”
Sam looked at Marietta’s expensive silk suit. It actually looked better with the champagne drops sprinkled all over it. Kind of gave it a retro, 60’s look. Like tie-dyeing with Cristal, or maybe Tott’s in this case.
Lance rushed over and tried to calm his wife down, which Sam knew from previous experience would never happen in this century.
“Now Marietta. I saw the whole thing and it was an accident. Let me get you another glass of champagne.”
“Oh, you’re an idiot too!” she muttered and stomped off to the ladies restroom with Lance following close behind.
“
Esta quvruna,
” Isabella said
“I hope so too. We know the horses were injected on purpose, but why would anyone do that to those beautiful animals? The only thing I can think is that someone was trying to scare the Wilson’s and stop them from selling their property to developers.”
Cheyenne nodded in agreement and then smiled down at her.
“Speaking of horses, I understand you’re interested in buying a Paso. Why don’t you come to the ranch sometime so you can ride one. We’ve got a handsome chestnut gelding for sale that’s as smooth as silk. He’d be perfect for you.”
“Well, I was thinking about buying a Paso until I saw the new colt out of Maggie Mae. He’s the spitting image of Sinbad, and Ralph is going to sell him to me when he’s weaned.”
Cheyenne reached out and brushed his thumb gently across Sam’s cheek. “I remember when Sinbad died. You were so heartbroken you missed a whole week of school. I wanted to tell you how sorry I was, but I was afraid you’d knock me flat on my butt if I even came close to you, so I never did. I wished I’d been braver.”
Samantha narrowed her eyes and looked up at Cheyenne. She thought at first he was mocking her and she was ready with a nasty comeback. Then she saw the kindness in his striking black eyes and realized he wasn’t trying to get a rise out of her. He was serious. Funny, she thought to herself. She’d never noticed how handsome he was with his bronze face and hair pulled back in a tail. His Native American features were prominent and powerful. She bit her lip and sucked in a deep breath before answering.
“Thanks. It would be really nice to ride a Paso and see what they’re like, but I’d have to come when Marietta is away from the ranch. In case you haven’t heard, I’m number one on her hit list.”
Cheyenne chuckled. “You’re not the only one, trust me. She has a list a mile long. She’s going with Lance to Puerto Rico to look at some mares in two weeks so that might be a good time to come over. Maybe you’ll have some free time then.”
“I’ll check my schedule and let you know.”
“Hey, Sam! Come look at these bracelets,” Isabella called to her from across the room.
“Sounds like she found something worth bidding on. I’ll see you later.”
As Sam walked across the room to join Isabella she knew Cheyenne was watching her every move. She crossed her fingers and hoped she wouldn’t trip or do something stupid to blow her exit.
Sam was concentrating so hard on walking sexy she didn’t see Marietta Wilson making a beeline for the same jewelry table. They smacked into each other and champagne flew up in the air and came down everywhere, but mostly on Marietta. Every conversation in the room stopped and there was a deadly silence.
Well, so much for my sexy ass walk, thought Samantha. Her whole enticing exit in front of Cheyenne was ruined. He was probably halfway to the front door running for his life by now, and if he wasn’t he should be, thought Sam with a grimace.
Chapter Eleven
“You stupid idiot!” exploded Marietta. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going! Look what you’ve done to my dress!”
Sam looked at Marietta’s expensive silk suit. It actually looked better with the champagne drops sprinkled all over it. Kind of gave it a retro, 60’s look. Like tie-dyeing with Cristal, or maybe Tott’s in this case.
Lance rushed over and tried to calm his wife down, which Sam knew from previous experience would never happen in this century.
“Now Marietta. I saw the whole thing and it was an accident. Let me get you another glass of champagne.”
“Oh, you’re an idiot too!” she muttered and stomped off to the ladies restroom with Lance following close behind.
“
Esta quvruna,
” Isabella said
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