Rough Stock(27)

“Is Snake River all you want?”

He didn’t answer, but she thought she could see a longing pass through his eyes. She only recognized it because she’d seen herself in the mirror sometimes, on days when things got a little too hard.

Instead, he asked, “Do you…are you seeing anyone?”

Rowan sighed and shook her head. “No, not right now. I date sometimes, but, you know, Willow comes first, nursing comes second, and—”

“And you’d never even think about letting someone else help you shoulder some of those responsibilities,” Seth concluded. “Except me. I’m happy to help,” he added quickly. “If only so you don’t shoot my little brother.”

Rowan found herself wondering if Court would always be between them. She forced herself to turn away, because it wasn’t fair to Seth to even begin to think about him that way.

They walked the rest of the way in silence back to the house, side by side, though, arms brushing occasionally. Rowan hadn’t felt so electrified by a man’s proximity since high school. Since Court.

Seth picked up Willow and set her on his shoulders so she didn’t have to walk back. At the house, he put her down on her feet again, and she scrambled up the steps with the dogs chasing after her.

Rowan groaned. “Don’t let the dogs—”

But it was too late. The door opened and closed, and three large Great Pyrenees disappeared inside. Probably tracking mud on the rug and all over the floor. Rowan didn’t want to picture the couch when they were done.

“Too late,” said Seth with a grin.

Rowan sighed. “Just more to clean.”

The sun was out, but it hadn’t taken the edge off the chill. Rowan still felt guilty. Warm, but guilty. She reached up for the zipper on the borrowed jacket. “I seem to always forget to give this back to you.”

Before she could take it off, he covered her hands with his own, and Rowan was surprised but found herself not wanting to pull away. “It’s cold out here, Rowan,” he said softly. “Leave it on.”

Her heart hammered away in her chest, and she was finding it harder and harder to breathe easily. “It’s just a few feet to the front door,” she argued.

He looked down at her with those liquid dark eyes. “That’s not the point,” he whispered, leaning in.

His mouth was dangerously close. He smelled like the cold, spring air, and musk, totally male. His cheeks were rough with new stubble, and his lips were wine dark and far too tempting.

Rowan couldn’t stop herself from licking her own lips. “You called me darlin’,” she said quietly, “at The Spur. And you asked me to dance.”

“I did, didn’t I? I didn’t recognize you. You’re not the skinny, knock-kneed little girl I remember.”

Knock-kneed? No. Weak-kneed? Hell yes.

“Mama, hot chocolate!” Willow called from the porch.

Rowan never took her eyes off Seth. “Do you want to stay? For hot chocolate?”

He searched her face, and Rowan held her breath. “I can’t,” he finally said and turned away.

Rowan watched him walk back to his truck, open the door, and slide in behind the wheel. And though he hadn’t stayed, she couldn’t help thinking that maybe things had changed.

Or perhaps it was just wishful thinking.

He didn’t wave to her, or honk, or acknowledge her in any way as he pulled out, and so she turned back to the house, cursing herself for being so ridiculous.





Chapter Seventeen




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Seth woke up early, while it was still dark out, and tried to revive himself in the shower. It was only marginally successful. He dressed quickly and had just enough time to grab one of Sofia’s biscuits before saddling up Choctaw and meeting everyone else out front to start the day.

Court was driving the ATV they were going to use to pull the hay bales to the herd now that most of the snow had melted. The sound of the engine drowned out any complaints he no doubt had about being up this early and having to do actual work. Seth thought that was a good thing, because the less time he spent with his youngest brother, the better. He must not have been the only one trying to avoid conflict. Austin and Walker were apparently only communicating in a series of grunts, and even then only when absolutely necessary.

Gabe rolled his eyes at all of them.

It was probably easier to just have a sister. Even if that sister had a whip-smart mouth and a fiery disposition.

It was a twenty-minute ride to the herd, and Seth had hoped for a quick drop-off of the feed and then back to the homestead, but one of the cows was lowing intermittently. Seth lowered himself from his saddle and approached her slowly. She was swollen in all the usual places.

“Sawyer,” he called. “Give me a loop. She’s calving.”

“Where’s yours?” Sawyer asked.

Seth glared at him and held out his hand. “Just give it here.”

Sawyer unfastened his rope from his saddle and threw it to Seth.

“Well, you’re a little bit early, darlin’,” Seth told her as he slipped the reata over her head.

“Way too early,” Austin growled.

Seth looked up at him, puzzled. “Only by a couple of weeks,” he replied. “She’s obviously Sampson’s favorite.” Indeed, if she was dropping early, their prized bull had seeded her first when he’d been let out with the herd in June.

“No, she’s a hell of a lot earlier than that,” Austin snapped and turned his horse away.

“I feel like I’m missing something,” Seth said to Sawyer as he climbed back up into the saddle and tied the reata to the horn. “A whole lot of somethings.”

The two of them watched as Austin circled the herd, putting as much distance between himself and his irascible twin as possible. Seth and Sawyer turned their horses toward home, leading the cow along behind them.

“Late-season calving,” Sawyer said quietly when they were far enough away from everyone else.

Seth turned to look at him with surprise. He vaguely remembered, a few years ago, that Austin had wanted to try it. He’d predicted that that coming winter would be bad, and it had been. And then the next. And then the next. Dad had believed him each time but still hadn’t wanted to risk taking out a loan for a larger piece of land required for the extra feeding. Dad never wanted the bank to get even a toehold on Snake River. The Barlows had owned it outright for almost seventy-five years.

Winter after winter, beef prices soared because so many ranchers were losing so many heads. But there had been no money for the Barlows to take advantage of the market.

Seth shook his head. “But we still don’t have the extra land to—”

Sawyer looked at him like he was a few bricks shy of a load.

Seth groaned and closed his eyes for a moment. “That’s what the money’s for. The money Austin wants.”

Sawyer snorted. “Took you long enough. You need a nap, bro. A nice, long nap, and wake up in the middle of summer. Fresh as a daisy.”

“I wish,” Seth grumbled then gazed to the north, toward the mountains in the distance. “A silver mine,” he mused.

“Yep,” replied Sawyer. “There’s hay in them thar hills. If Austin can grow it. If the mining operation didn’t fuck up the nutrients in the soil before they tapped out the silver.”

“Did they?”

Sawyer’s nose wrinkled. “Survey says…maybe not.”

Seth raised his eyebrows at his younger brother. “Maybe not?”

Sawyer shrugged. “Land only went up for sale two months ago. And the ground’s frozen. One soil test came back encouraging, for our purposes anyway. The other two were inconclusive. But someone’s probably going to buy it. And soon, if we don’t. Miners will come sniffing around for mineral rights after the thaw. If their tests look good…well…we can’t outbid them. But they won’t lay down the money first, not without those test results.”

“But Austin wants us to lay down money without them. And if the spring thaw comes in and the ground’s contaminated…”

Sawyer frowned. “Then we lost most of Dad’s insurance money. On the other hand, it was only going to last us another few years if we couldn’t start turning a profit again anyway.”

Seth blew out a harsh breath. “So, go broke now or go broke later.”

“If we go broke. Maybe it’s time, Seth. Maybe it’s our time again.”

Or maybe Snake River was over and the howls from the foothills at night were just scavengers waiting to feast on their corpses.

“I can see why Walker’s reluctant to go for it,” Seth declared.

Sawyer snorted. “He doesn’t even know about it. Austin only got as far as ‘silver mine for sale,’ and Walker lost his mind. It’s not helping that Walker’s still raw about Dakota and Austin spending so much damn time together.”

Seth ignored his brother’s furtive looks and nudged Choctaw to keep leading the cow toward home. Sawyer took the hint, and they walked in silence the rest of the way, until the cow balked just when they were in sight of the homestead. Choctaw tried to pull her along, but she refused to walk a single step farther.

Seth swung down out of his saddle and, with the reata, hauled her the last few feet into the paddock. He closed the gate tightly, but before he could climb back over, he caught sight of a hoof peeking out from underneath the cow’s tail. “God damn it,” he muttered. Then he sighed and took off his gloves, passing them over the top of the fence. “Take these,” he growled at Sawyer.