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The Cattle Drive [The Armstrong Brothers of Cedar Creek] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Rebecca Joyce Page B
Authors: Rebecca Joyce
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your thoughts and opinions to yourself.”
“Yes, sir,” the other man softly replied.
Sitting there thinking of how events had accumulated over the years sent a vicious stream of bile through him. He wanted what was rightfully his, and he was going to get it…all of it!
He thought to himself, “Stupid, simple people.”
Soon it would be his turn. He would show them all what he was capable of. He would make all those involved pay, and one in particular would pay dearly.
“Try your best. I will be waiting for you at the finish line,” he said, turning his horse and slowly riding off.
* * * *
Henry was sitting at the kitchen table on the phone with his gram when his father came in. Michael walked into his kitchen and grabbed a beer. He placed his hat down on the kitchen table and walked over to the fridge and grabbed his keys.
He was still irked at the fact that she never asked. She just assumed. Who the hell was she anyways? Michael didn’t take well to being ordered around, let alone having some little woman tell him what he was going to do.
He stood there…stewing.
“Fuck it, I’m going for a drive,” he mumbled to himself before heading out the door.
Finishing the last of his beer, he threw the bottle to the ground and watched it shatter into several pieces. He walked into the barn and quickly drew back the silver tarp, uncovering his most prized possession, his ’67 Shelby GT. He opened the door and slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine.
Henry heard the engine right before it peeled out of the barn. He quickly ran over to the kitchen window just in time to see his father speed out of the drive way, kicking up dust and dirt behind him.
“He’s in the Shelby,” he said, looking out the window.
“I really hate that car,” she muttered to herself.
“Did you say something, Gram?” Henry said, returning to the conversation.
* * * *
Rachael was putting Mystic back into her stall when she heard the roar of the engine going by in the wrong direction. She quickly shut the stall door and ran out of the barn in time to see the metallic-blue Shelby fly past her home. She grabbed a set of keys and headed for the pole barn. Quickly getting into her Viper, she started the engine and peeled out of the drive, racing after the Shelby.
Michael was speeding down the dirt road, trying to figure out his next move. Since the dinner, she was all he could think about, and those damn green eyes. He hated it.
He couldn’t concentrate. “Why did you have to kiss her?” he said aloud, slamming his hand down on the steering wheel. Getting more frustrated, he pushed down on the gas pedal.
She was going damn near a hundred miles an hour by the time she caught up with the Shelby. Rachael put her hand on the horn to warn him, but the car took off, speeding further down the lane.
“Shit!” she muttered to herself.
Rachael hit the gas.
Before Michael knew what had happened, the candy-apple-red Viper sped past him and raced down the road. He quickly ignored the interruption of his thoughts and tried to get the woman out of his mind. Speeding down the old country road, Michael saw off in the distance the same Viper blocking the road. He quickly slammed on his brakes, trying with all of his strength not to lose control of his car. He managed to get it stopped about fifteen feet from the Viper. When he emerged from the Shelby, he saw Rachael step out of the Viper.
“Going somewhere?” she asked with a smile.
“Woman, I could have killed you!” he said, walking over to her. Rachael came around the front of her car and met him halfway.
“I thought I would save Henry the grief of burying his dad. This road is a dead end. It drops about twenty feet into a quarry I have set up for a watering hole for my cattle.”
“This land is damn near ten miles from your home,” he said, yelling at her.
“I know. I own it, and the ten thousand acres that go with it,” Rachael said calmly
“Yes, sir,” the other man softly replied.
Sitting there thinking of how events had accumulated over the years sent a vicious stream of bile through him. He wanted what was rightfully his, and he was going to get it…all of it!
He thought to himself, “Stupid, simple people.”
Soon it would be his turn. He would show them all what he was capable of. He would make all those involved pay, and one in particular would pay dearly.
“Try your best. I will be waiting for you at the finish line,” he said, turning his horse and slowly riding off.
* * * *
Henry was sitting at the kitchen table on the phone with his gram when his father came in. Michael walked into his kitchen and grabbed a beer. He placed his hat down on the kitchen table and walked over to the fridge and grabbed his keys.
He was still irked at the fact that she never asked. She just assumed. Who the hell was she anyways? Michael didn’t take well to being ordered around, let alone having some little woman tell him what he was going to do.
He stood there…stewing.
“Fuck it, I’m going for a drive,” he mumbled to himself before heading out the door.
Finishing the last of his beer, he threw the bottle to the ground and watched it shatter into several pieces. He walked into the barn and quickly drew back the silver tarp, uncovering his most prized possession, his ’67 Shelby GT. He opened the door and slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine.
Henry heard the engine right before it peeled out of the barn. He quickly ran over to the kitchen window just in time to see his father speed out of the drive way, kicking up dust and dirt behind him.
“He’s in the Shelby,” he said, looking out the window.
“I really hate that car,” she muttered to herself.
“Did you say something, Gram?” Henry said, returning to the conversation.
* * * *
Rachael was putting Mystic back into her stall when she heard the roar of the engine going by in the wrong direction. She quickly shut the stall door and ran out of the barn in time to see the metallic-blue Shelby fly past her home. She grabbed a set of keys and headed for the pole barn. Quickly getting into her Viper, she started the engine and peeled out of the drive, racing after the Shelby.
Michael was speeding down the dirt road, trying to figure out his next move. Since the dinner, she was all he could think about, and those damn green eyes. He hated it.
He couldn’t concentrate. “Why did you have to kiss her?” he said aloud, slamming his hand down on the steering wheel. Getting more frustrated, he pushed down on the gas pedal.
She was going damn near a hundred miles an hour by the time she caught up with the Shelby. Rachael put her hand on the horn to warn him, but the car took off, speeding further down the lane.
“Shit!” she muttered to herself.
Rachael hit the gas.
Before Michael knew what had happened, the candy-apple-red Viper sped past him and raced down the road. He quickly ignored the interruption of his thoughts and tried to get the woman out of his mind. Speeding down the old country road, Michael saw off in the distance the same Viper blocking the road. He quickly slammed on his brakes, trying with all of his strength not to lose control of his car. He managed to get it stopped about fifteen feet from the Viper. When he emerged from the Shelby, he saw Rachael step out of the Viper.
“Going somewhere?” she asked with a smile.
“Woman, I could have killed you!” he said, walking over to her. Rachael came around the front of her car and met him halfway.
“I thought I would save Henry the grief of burying his dad. This road is a dead end. It drops about twenty feet into a quarry I have set up for a watering hole for my cattle.”
“This land is damn near ten miles from your home,” he said, yelling at her.
“I know. I own it, and the ten thousand acres that go with it,” Rachael said calmly
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