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“You going to tell me what her business is here?” Wally finally asked.  “Or is she some well-kept secret?”

Stoney began hammering away at the barbed wire against the stake.  “She wants a trail guide through the Wind River Mountains.  I told her to go to the reservation.”

There was a silence made unbearable by the sun beating down on him, showing no mercy.  And Stoney knew what his father was wondering.  How on earth had she landed here? 

Stoney answered his unspoken question, finding it hard to look his father in the eye.  “Gerald Hammond sent her.”

There was another strained silence.  Wally cleared his throat.  “That was kind of him to be thinking of us.”

“I guess.”

“What did you tell her?”

“I don’t have time for this.  I’ve got too much work and with Mitch gone and...”  Stoney blew out a frustrated breath and hammered with more force than necessary. 

“Hammond must have thought it would be worth your while if he went out of his way to send the girl here.”

Stoney stilled.  He knew exactly what was on his father’s mind.  Medical bills left in the wake of Wally’s injuries threatened to take hold.  Although the money Melanie was offering to pay for his services would go a long way toward bailing out the ranch, it still wasn’t enough.  Not nearly enough.  He’d weighed all their options, run the numbers backwards and forwards until his head hurt, and none of it looked good.  Going back to rodeo seemed liked the answer to his prayers.  A step in the right direction anyway. 

The cowboy’s Christmas is what they called it on the rodeo circuit.  The biggest rodeos and the best purses were up for grabs for the best of the best during the month of July.  Stoney would be up against the best bull riders the circuit had ever seen.  Up until a year ago, he’d been considered one of the best.  He was banking on that still being true.

“This last year was worse than we’ve seen in a long time for the ranch.  Taxes are higher.  Medical bills are out of control.  We’re running out of choices, son,” Wally said, still looking out at nothing in the horizon.

Stoney felt his chest tighten.  This ranch had Buxton blood and sweat all over it.  He didn’t want to think about what would happen if they lost is all.  “I know, Pop.  That’s why I’m going back to rodeo.  I made some good money before, and it’s helped the ranch.  There’s no reason-”

“You know how your momma feels about you riding rodeo again.  One cripple on this ranch is enough.”

Fire spit through Stoney.  He straightened his spine and towered over his father in the wheelchair.  Before the accident, they use to meet eye to eye.  “You’re not a cripple, Pop,” Stoney said, softer than the fire in him would have allowed if he hadn’t taken control of it.  Despite his obvious position over his father, Stoney felt like a little kid defending his hero.  And his father had been--still was--his hero for all of his twenty-eight years.  Being confined to a wheelchair had wounded his father’s heart, but not his spirit.  Wally Buxton still had the power of an ox.

They stared at each other for a long while, not needing words to hear their thoughts.  That’s the way it had been with them for as long as Stoney could remember.  Wally was the one to break through the silence.  “Come on.  Your momma made some cherry pie and I’m sure Ms. Summers isn’t going to touch it, so we might as well have at it.”

He didn’t have time for another break today.  He’d already wasted too much time warding off Melanie Summers and her wild ideas.  His work load had doubled since Mitch Broader, their only ranch hand, left to take care of family business back east.  With his father out of commission, that left the brunt of the ranch’s workload on Stoney’s shoulders. 

He blew out a resigned breath, knowing it was important to his father.  “Sure, Pop.”

He walked alongside the motorized wheelchair.  He was getting accustomed to slowing his wide strides to keep in step with his father as the chair moved against the gravel.  He stayed at his father’s side out of respect the man deserved.  His father rolled into the house before him. 

He found Melanie sitting at the dining room table, one long leg draped over the other, a smile that seemed curiously triumphant written on her face.  His mother wore an uplifted expression he hadn’t seen in her for the better part of a year. 

What the hell was going on?

Adele pushed the dining room chair aside so Wally could position his wheelchair at the head of the oak table.  “Melanie and I were just having a lovely chat about her plans while she’s in Wyoming.”

Stoney eyed Melanie, a nagging suspicion floating up his spine.  “Oh?  And what would they be?”

Melanie averted her gaze for just a moment before lifting her soft brown eyes to him, shining a Cheshire cat grin, and giving fuel to that eerie feeling taking hold of his gut.  One bat of her dark eyelashes and he knew he’d been had.

* * *

“Didn’t you hear a damn thing I told you by the corral?” Stoney said, storming out the door after Melanie.  He’d held his anger in place long enough to make it out the screened door, slamming it in his wake.  “You’ve got no business coming here, filling my family full of dreams that aren’t going to come true.”

Melanie spun on her boot heels, propped her sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, and looked at Stoney over the wire rim.  “I have every intention of fulfilling my end of the bargain.”

“No one in their right mind would throw around that kind of money.  My family has been through enough to-”

“Which is why I think this business arrangement will work out well for both of us.”

“Now how do you figure on that?  Who’s gonna do all the work around here for the next month while I’m out there traipsing through the wilderness, keeping your pretty little hide alive.  In case you hadn’t noticed, we’re a little short of hand right now.”

“With the money I’m prepared to pay, you’ll be able to hire someone to take your place.  As for keeping me alive, I don’t want any special treatment.  I can hold my own.”

Stoney sputtered.  “That one is still open for debate.  Do you even know what it costs to hire a ranch hand to work sun up to sun down for a whole month?”

“Fifteen thousand dollars is not all that much for what I’m asking,” she said.  It was much higher than she’d originally intended on paying, but a lot lower than she’d consider if Stoney could do for her what Gerald Hammond said he could.

Stoney’s face hardened.  “Money like that may be nothing to you, but it keeps bread on the table for working folks.”

“I didn’t mean to imply-”

“I know what you meant to do.  You think you can buy me like a piece of stock at a cattle auction.  I’m not for sale.  And I’d appreciate kindly if you’d leave my family out of whatever death wish you have.”

She stifled a retort about the death wish and kept to the pressing issue. I can’t do that.  This is much too important to me.”  He shook his head and stared at her like he was looking right through her. 

She was struck by his strength once again as he fought to keep his control in check.  The tight set of his jaw belied his control and she got the feeling he could lift her without any effort and toss her over the fence if she pushed him. 

And she’d push him, all right.  It meant that much to her to prove to her father and herself that she could last a whole month in the wilderness without the aid of medical intervention.  Only then would her father agree to keep the funding for the Kenya project.  But she knew her father.  He was determined to keep her from going at all cost.  And he had a lot more money than she could combat with which to do it.

“Adele told me about the hard times the ranch has had.  This money could help you and your family.  I’m glad to be able to do that for them.  The only thing I ask is that no one knows we’ve gone.”

“What’s this all about?  Why is this so important?”

“My reasons are my business.”

He crossed his muscled arms across the expanse of his chest and studied her for a moment.  “You wanted for something?”

She giggled at the sidelong look of suspicion he gave her.  Not only because of the absurdity of it, but because he just looked too damned cute.  “You’ve got an imagination to go along with all that muscle.  No, I’m not on the run for any crimes.”  Only from my father and his control.  But that was none of Stoney Buxton’s business, and she was determined to keep it quiet.

He eyed her, the tick in his jaw twitching, telling her he didn’t find any of this amusing.

She coughed out the rest of her laughter, knowing she wasn’t going to get very far irritating him.  He was a business man.  She knew how to handle business men, although most of them wore designer suits and smelled of expensive cologne, unlike the sweat and dirt she smelled on Stoney.  Still, she turned on her best charm.  “Look, I don’t know you.”

“True enough.”

“And I don’t know what kind of struggles you and your family have gone through.  That’s really none of my business.”

“Right.”

“But it doesn’t take much more than 20/20 vision to look around here and figure out you could use a little help.”

He rolled his eyes and stepped off the porch stairs.  “I’m not looking for charity.”

“You need money,” she said to his back.

Stoney swung around to face her again, tossing her a cool look.  “And you’re just the person to open the check book.”

She cocked her head.  “Don’t be foolish.  This could help both of us.  You don’t look like the type of man to shy away from honest money.”

He drew in a deep breath and could hardly look her in the eye.  She knew he wouldn’t step anywhere near her request if it held the stench of a handout.  Men like Stoney were as complicated as the earth was old and the ground ran deep.  For him, it had to be honest and earned.  Nothing less would do.

“I’m not looking for you to carry my bags or draw the bath water,” she said when he didn’t respond.

His laugh was rich and hard and he dipped his gaze beneath his dusty leather hat, shaking his head.  When he lifted his head again, she saw them.  He had dimples.  Deep, and completely adorable.  Her heart betrayed her confidence and fluttered wildly.

“Good, because you’d be sadly disappointed.”

She forced air into her lungs and placed her hand on her chest to steady her rampant heartbeat.  “I’ve checked out the prices the other outfitters are charging for extended trailing.  It’s only right that I pay a little more since I’m asking for a personal guide.  This isn’t a handout, just a fair business arrangement.  I’m prepared to make the same offer to one of the other outfitters, too.  That is if you’re stubborn enough to decline.”

He took a long appraising look at her, much like a man does when he finds a woman attractive, as if he was weighing the option to pass her by or dip his head and kiss her waiting lips.  It filled her with a strange sense of longing she couldn’t define.

“I may be stubborn, lady, but I’m far from dumb.” 

Her eyes widened, almost afraid to believe her good fortune.  “So what are you saying?  Will you help me?”

He rolled his dark eyes, kicked his dusty cowboy boot in the hard, dry dirt, and said almost under his breath, “I’m gonna live to regret this.”  Then looking at her straight on with sapphire eyes as dark as a moonless night, he said, “You’ve got yourself a guide.”

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