One Brave Cowboy. Kathleen Eagle

corners of her mouth, nodded and winked at him in a way that just didn’t seem right for a married woman. “Put the man to work, Celia,” she said.

      Logan cleared his throat. “He rode over with me, and I have a—”

      “Few hours to contribute? We’re hauling bales and riding fence. Take your pick.”

      “I’ll have to take door number three,” Logan said. “The one marked Exit.”

      “But you’re already committed,” Sally said, cocking a finger at Cougar. “You’ll be helping Celia, and she’ll give you a ride back to Sinte.” She glanced at Celia. “Is that okay with you?”

      “What’s the assignment?”

      “Find out how six of our horses got into Tutan’s pasture.” Sally took off her glasses and waved them at Logan. “Your father-in-law—my damned neighbor—called the sheriff again. He doesn’t believe in handling these things between neighbors.”

      “My father-in-law.” Logan shook his head. “That’s a real kicker.”

      “I sent a couple of the kids out, but they came up empty, said they couldn’t find any fence down. I just want to make sure. If there’s a hole in that fence, we’ll get it fixed before Mary gets back.” She made a smooth-sailing gesture. “Peace in the valley for Mary’s sake. You think he’ll show up at the celebration?”

      “I doubt it. But she’ll want to see her mother. She’s only got three days this time.” Logan lifted one shoulder. “Kinda sorry I planned this party now. Only three days.”

      “She’s a short-timer,” Sally said. “Pretty soon she’ll be home for good. But I wouldn’t put it past your father-in-law