Texas Rebels: Paxton. Linda Warren

not naming this calf,” Gran snapped. “You don’t name animals you plan to sell, and this one will be sold in the fall to help pay taxes.”

      “Oh, Gran.”

      Gran stood, shaking her head. “City girls. You just can’t change ’em. Now I’m going to the house to fix lunch. We’ll have hot biscuits and gravy and fried chicken. Remi, help Handsome finish up. There’s square bales in the barn. Give her enough to keep her happy.”

      Paxton opened the chute and the cow backed out, the little calf following her, eager to suck.

      “It’s barely nine o’clock. Why is she fixing lunch so early?” He leaped over the fence and stood next to her, within touching distance. The cold air was suddenly warm. Too warm.

      Her throat went dry. “She, uh, has to kill a chicken first and take the feathers off and whatever.”

      “You’re kidding. Nobody does that anymore. I remember my grandma doing that when I was kid, but I thought these days everyone got their chicken at the grocery store or already fried at the chicken place.”

      “Gran does everything from scratch, the old way.”

      “Well, I don’t have time to stay for lunch. I have work to do at the ranch.” He started toward the barn and then stopped. “I thought you were supposed to help.”

      “Oh, oh.” She walked toward him, holding on to Sadie, not knowing what she could do to help him.

      Paxton nodded toward the dog. “You use her for balance, don’t you?”

      She refused to answer as she followed him into the barn. A pungent hay scent filled the air. He cut the strings on a bale and gathered a block in his hands.

      “I’d ask you to carry this, but I know you can’t.”

      “You don’t have to be mean about it.”

      He sighed. “I’m not. I’m just curious as to why you don’t want your grandmother to know you’re not as strong as you should be.” He walked out of the barn with the hay and she followed more slowly. Leaning on the fence, she watched as he laid the hay on the ground. The cow immediately began to eat.

      She loved watching him. His actions were effortless and she knew the muscles beneath his winter coat had to be custom-made from hard work. Gran had said that he was a bull rider. To do that he had to stay in shape and just looking at him she knew that he did.

      A honking sound echoed through the landscape and Remi looked up to see Canada geese landing on the pond. “Look, geese.” She slowly headed toward the pond and Paxton caught up with her.

      “What’s so special about the geese?”

      She sat on the small weather-worn bench Gran had put there to sit and feed the geese and ducks. Paxton sat beside her. Maybe just a little too close. Hay, milk and the musky scent of male surrounded her. She didn’t know why she was so aware of him and she had to stop torturing herself.

      “It’s nice out here by the pond,” he said.

      Large live oak trees shaded the pond on the right, their heavy branches just inches from the water. The air was fresh and invigorating. A peacefulness came over Remi.

      “Yes, it’s nice.” Her eyes met the caramel sweetness of his and she knew she was fighting a losing battle.

      Finally, he asked again, “What’s so special about the geese?”

      She pointed to two geese on the other side of the pond. “That’s Henry and Henrietta, otherwise known as Henny.”

      “It looks like one of them has a broken wing. It’s almost dragging the ground.”

      “That’s Henny. Gran said a bobcat attacked her, but she managed to get away. She can’t fly anymore so this is home now. Gran was worried Henry would fly away and leave Henny here by herself, but Henry has never left her side. Canada geese mate for life. Isn’t that wonderful?”

      “Unbelievable.”

      She scooted a little farther away from him. He was so close she was feeling breathless. “Yeah. It would be nice if humans could get it right, but there’s more divorce now than ever.”

      “Mmm.” He leaned forward, his hands clasped between his knees. “I don’t want to be nosy, but what happened to you?”

      “It’s a long story.” She ran her hand down the thigh of her jogging pants and wondered if he was someone she could confide in.

      “I got time.”

      “You said earlier you had to work,” she reminded him.

      “Aw, that’s just to get away from Miss Bertie. She’s a character.”

      “Yes, but she can be lovable, too.”

      “I’ll take your word for that.”

      The geese squawked on the pond, flapping their wings and ducking their heads into the water. It was peaceful and comforting and she felt as if they were the only two people in the world.

      “So what happened?” He was prodding her, but in a nice way.

      “My parents are very protective of me. It’s smothering sometimes. I wasn’t even two years old when my mom left Horseshoe and she didn’t come back for a whole year. Gran came to see us in Houston and she complained all the time that it was ridiculous Mom couldn’t bring me to visit her. Eventually we started visiting, but we never left the ranch. I guess my mom was afraid of running into Uncle Ira. They had a big fight over Ruger. It even went to court, and since Ruger was eleven, the judge let him decide where he wanted to live and he chose my uncle. My mom was devastated. I’ve called Ruger many times and he’s always tells me to stay away. He’s my brother and I’d like to have some sort of connection with him, but Uncle Ira controls him.”

      She took a deep breath and realized she was rambling on like a girl on a first date.

      “So your relationship with your brother and the rest of the family is strained.”

      “Yes, you could say that.” She watched the geese play on the water. “My mom remarried two years later, and Nathan Roberts adopted me. He’s the only dad I’ve ever known. My mom refuses to talk about Ezra McCray. Everything I know I’ve learned from Gran and she tends to exaggerate. I do know he wasn’t a very nice person, though, because he beat my mother.”

      “Everything I’ve heard is bad, too, so maybe you were better off not knowing him.”

      She turned to look at him. “Does it feel strange for you and me to be talking?”

      “No. Why?”

      “Your father killed my biological father.”

      “That could be a stumbling block, but it was a tragedy and it’s in the past. That’s the way I look at it. I mean, I didn’t kill your father and you didn’t kill my father. I think it’s time for everyone to move on.”

      “Yeah.” She kicked at the grass with her sneaker. “It’s hard sometimes and I know my mother thinks about it constantly. She hates visiting Horseshoe, but I’m happy she allowed me to come and stay with Gran during the summers. I’m glad I know my grandmother, even if she’s a little eccentric.”

      “Is that what she is?” His lips twitched into a smile and she found herself smiling back.

      “Yes, she is, and she likes you, so count that as a blessing.”

      “It’s hard to believe Miss Bertie and my mom are friends. I didn’t even know about the Elvis club.”

      “I think it’s nice to stay young in your heart.”

      “Mmm. I think the feud is fading in some ways.”

      “Why do you say that?” she asked.

      “My