God Bless Texas: Cowboys of the Double R, #1
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This is what he wanted. This right here. He'd not known it until now, but he wanted her with a ring on her hand, their hearts united. He wanted Mrs. Jared Flint to stare at him like Holly did, to make him want to forgo breakfast and make love to her instead.
Jared Flint struggles to overcome his spotted past and put his years in prison behind him, slaving away beneath the Texas sun. Yet, hard work has done little to abate his ever-present anger. With every brawl, he strikes back at his abusive past, unable to turn loose of the hate that almost took a man's life.
Holly Carleton hopped a train on a dare and headed south. After her mama's passing, she's been rudderless, always searching for that one thing to fulfill her. Taking a job at a ranch at one of the towns along the tracks comes on a whim. But walking in on cowboy, Jared Flint, half-dressed – that was accidental. And something she'll never forget. He's strength and brawn in a perfectly carved package.
The days passing, their attraction growing, it becomes clear, he's held aloof from relationships for a reason. No woman deserves a man like him. Except together, they have a future rich in possibilities, and if he can just turn loose of the pain, a chance for forgiveness and love.
Book 1 of the COWBOYS OF THE DOUBLE R series by SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS. 32,000 words. A Contemporary Western.
Suzanne D. Williams
Best-selling author, Suzanne D. Williams, is a native Floridian, wife, mother, and photographer. She is the author of both nonfiction and fiction books. She writes a monthly column for Steves-Digicams.com on the subject of digital photography, as well as devotionals and instructional articles for various blogs. She also does graphic design for self-publishing authors. She is co-founder of THE EDGE. To learn more about what she’s doing and check out her extensive catalogue of stories, visit http://suzanne-williams-photography.blogspot.com/ or link with her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/suzannedwilliamsauthor.
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God Bless Texas - Suzanne D. Williams
For great is thy mercy toward me: and thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest hell. (Ps 86:13)
CHAPTER 1
THE RANCH FOREMAN’S steely glare spoke louder than words, the twitch of a muscle on his jawline and flared nostrils enough warning to cause the angry cowboy to back down. Bringing his bloody knuckles to his lips, Jared Flint sucked the stinging, split flesh and tried to look suitably cowed. Inside, however, his mood roiled, acidic.
Take the afternoon off,
the big man said in a slow Texas drawl. I expect you out at sunup tomorrow with your attitude adjusted. You’ll go with Dale to hunt down those feral hogs.
A curse word sat sharp on the end of his tongue, but Jared swallowed it, not wanting to lose this job over an argument with a lowlife like Simon Ervin. There used to be a day when he wouldn’t have cared. Over-dressed, egotistical cowboys like him were a dime a dozen nowadays. Driving trucks decked out from hood to tailgate in chrome, wearing hand-tooled boots that’d rarely seen the stirrups, they got hired, not because they knew how to work, but because Daddy
was worth a mint and had to be pacified.
Well, go on.
Jared snatched his hat from where it’d fallen and crammed it on his head, his footsteps aimed for the bunkhouse. Dust and cow manure clung to every fold of his skin, bits of hay and plant life sticking to his sweat-soaked shirt.
He couldn’t fault the foreman, Jim McCready, for admonishing him over it. Unlike Simon, Jim had ridden hard his entire life, enduring summer temps of over one hundred and bitterly cold winter nights. He’d run cattle across hundreds of miles through tough terrain, getting little to no sleep most nights for warding off predators like coyotes and mountain lions. He’d earned his position and deserved respect for it.
Just the same, Jared’s mood turned bitter.
Nothing was lower than catching hogs. Though it had to be done regularly, no one willingly volunteered for it, and he was in for an awful, wearying day. Knowing that, he shoved the bunkhouse door too hard, and it slammed against the inside wall.
He weaved through the dozen or so beds that filled the space, at his cot, sinking down amidst unmade sheets to remove his boots. Unlike Simon’s, they’d seen years of use, the leather scuffed and worn, softened from rain and mud and heat. He wriggled his toes and bent over to shed his socks. Cold air rushed over his feet.
He stared, his mind numb, until a passing ray of sunlight jabbed bright in his eyes.
With so much afternoon to waste, he should go to town and pick up a few supplies. At least, not be sitting around here when the others came in. His mind semi-decided, he headed for the showers, shedding his shirt outside the tiled stall. Unfastening his pants, he let them slid down over his hips. He reached down to tug the legs over his feet and, spinning left, stared, startled, into the eyes of a young woman standing not six feet away.
God bless Texas,
she said, her lashes spreading wide. I ... I didn’t know ... and I was here to ... to clean ... b-because Mrs. Porter said everyone was ... out ... You know? In the fields? O-of course, you know because ... y-your one of them, only ...
She exhaled. God bless Texas.
He wanted to laugh at her sputtered words, except she seemed rooted in place. He grasped the waist of his jeans and held them up.
Right. I’ll go now,
she said. In a breath, she was gone.
She was cute, whoever she was, five-foot-three or four, blonde and curvy, and in those cut-off shorts—
He muted his thoughts in an instant, releasing a loud breath, and all the turmoil that’d caused him to react to Simon bubbled afresh to the surface. This went deeper than a little name calling, fathoms deep to a horrible wound he’d let fester far too long.
BUMPED FORWARD, HOLLY Carleton stumbled on the uneven wooden floor. The passage of feet had worn patches smooth, but left others rough and jagged. It was crowded for a small Texas town, with a surprisingly young crowd.
I can’t believe you talked me into this,
she said.
Her companion, Shirley O’Malley, nudged her forward. Gotta christen you somehow.
Shirley worked at the Double R as an upstairs maid. She and Shirley shared a tiny closet-like space, not much more than two beds, a dresser, and a TV. So far, they got along just fine, though Shirley snorted some in her sleep and tended to be bossy. Like tonight when she’d insisted on dragging her to the Red Barn, the local hangout.
After the scare she’d had this afternoon, she’d much rather turn in early and pretend she didn’t exist. Stumbling in on that almost-naked cowboy still burned in her brain.
They do make ’em big here,
she said.
What’s that?
Shirley asked.
Nothing.
No way was she telling a soul what’d happened. Shirley was already impossible to tame, with her eye out for any man in blue jeans and a cowboy hat. If she found out about what she’d seen, she’d never shut up.
If that was another one of your protests,
Shirley continued, then bury it. We don’t have to be in until five a.m., and I aim to spend my night hours sliding between the sheets. I just gotta catch the right man’s eye.
She wanted to reply she’d never done any sliding with a man, but didn’t want to hear Shirley’s response. Shirley shoved her again, and the swirl of bodies sucked her in. Tossed between couples, grinding together in various fashion, she lost sight of her friend, and ended up with a short, square cowboy who, strangely, reminded her of a puppet from that kids show on public television.
He pushed close, the tingly smell of buttery cologne, making her sneeze. Using that as a way out, she squeezed through yet more dancers and tumbled free of the throbbing pulse and up against a corner booth. The tip of her boots thunked against a man’s left foot, and she grasped the end of the table, meaning to apologize. The face staring back at her took the words out of her mouth.
Eyes made from the sky, the kind of blue you saw on a mid-April day, light brown lashes, surprisingly long for a masculine face, and two perfect lips, quirked, amused.
Jared Flint,
he said. We’ve met already.
That was an understatement, although saying they’d met
was exaggerating. That’d been more him, surprised, and her gawking. She’d never seen that much of a man, and certainly not one as attractive as him. Shoulders thickened from hard work, a chest carved from stone.
Won’t you sit?
he asked.
I could.
Tucking her skirt beneath her bottom, Holly slid into the booth and buried her hands in her lap. Holly Carleton,
she said. I work up at the house.
The spark in his eyes said he knew that, and her cheeks warmed. Where she worked would be obvious. And now she looked like the inexperienced, naïve fool, she actually was when the less reference to that inane moment, the easier this would be.
He reached for his glass and looked aside. You want a drink?
He had water, an unusual choice for time spent in this place. He appeared to read her thoughts.
I have to be up early,
he said. I’d rather not have to fight a pounding head.
He glanced toward the dance floor. For that matter, I wouldn’t usually be here, except ...
Whatever the exception
was, he didn’t state it, but raised his hand, signaling a waitress. I’ll order you something.
The person who answered was a six foot, over-embellished cowboy with a decidedly nasty grin. He was attractive at first glance: dark hair perfectly brushed, a day’s growth of black beard, and given his clothing, clearly, made of cash. But the set of his mouth and the glint in his eye promised trouble.
Jared’s expression clouded. Move on.
Not a suggestion, but a threat.
Their visitor never blinked. If you weren’t always so hard up, you’d have a much happier life.
My life is what I’ve made it. Yours ... if you’d get your mama’s teat out of your mouth ...
The visitor erupted. Grasping Jared by the collar, he hauled him from his seat. Jared yanked free and swung, his fist cracking hard on the other man’s mouth. Blood spurted from his lip, and a melee broke out, women squealing, men hauling them back, a select few cheering the fight on.
The visitor swung back, making half-impact below Jared’s eye. Jared stumbled backward, from the force, only to circle and land another blow on the man’s temple. From somewhere to the rear of the room, the bouncer appeared, an enormous, strapping man in a t-shirt two sizes too small, and what had begun so fast, died in an instant. The crowd parted. Jared headed for the door, and the other man spun in place and walked toward the back of the room.
Holly rose and circled the perimeter, following Jared into the lot. She spotted him striding beneath a yellow street lamp toward a battered pickup truck.
Jared, wait!
She picked up her speed, rocks spitting from beneath her feet.
He paused, one hand on the handle. A jagged cut spanned his cheek, the skin beneath his eye turning dark.
Take me with you,
she said.
A million questions flashed across his face, most of them obscured by the low light.
Wherever you’d like to go,
she continued. I didn’t want to come tonight, and I’m thinking we have wanting to leave in common.
She lowered her hand to her side.
He held in place, silent, for a