Real Cowboys. Roz Denny Fox

remove it as his men did. “Are you lost, Ms. Steele?” He leaned a brown forearm across a sheepskin-wrapped saddle horn. Belatedly, he introduced his crew.

      Kate ducked around the still-growling dog. “I brought Danny over to help. Well, it’s debatable how much help he’ll be.” She couldn’t suppress a smile, then noticed there was no sign of recognition on Ben’s face. “Uh…wait…you did invite him to chase strays today, didn’t you?”

      Another set of hooves clattered up the trail, now blocked by three foolishly grinning males. The way they didn’t take their eyes off her made Kate nervous. Clover nudged her mare through the crowd. Danny, riding behind her, slid off over the palomino’s rump when the girl stopped.

      “Mom? What’s up?” he asked, his face a mask.

      “Suppose you tell me, Danny. Did you not lead me to believe that Clover’s father expected you here at sunup?”

      His face fell and he hung his head.

      The men guessed at the situation and clustered around the boy. “Ma’am, that would probably be Miss Clover’s doing,” said the burliest of the riders. He was also the one closest to Clover, and playfully slapped her backside with his hat.

      “Ben, you said Danny could come ride with me one of these days,” Clover protested. “What’s wrong with today? He doesn’t need a cavvy horse, ’cause he has his own. His daddy used to win rodeo buckles.”

      “How many?” asked the youngest buckaroo. “Hard to win more events than the boss has.”

      Kate’s heart dived. Colton’s mom shone his trophies and buckles weekly. Danny viewed them as the measure of a real man. And now, here was another… Mentally she withdrew and let the conversation flow around her. She heard Danny declare his dad was Colton Steele, and the men acted suitably impressed. Except for Ben.

      “Clover, I don’t hold with stretching the truth to suit your fancy,” he said. “I ought to send you home and send your friend packing.”

      Kate couldn’t have agreed more, except that Danny was fighting to hold back tears. And, darn it, her son shouldn’t have his day ruined through no fault of his own. Her mother’s instincts burned hotly. “Is that open for negotiation?” she said, shading her eyes.

      The question gained her a closer inspection from Ben’s hooded dark eyes. The look sent hot prickles up Kate’s back.

      “Justin, Zach, Enrique, quit ogling Clover’s teacher and go load that second stock truck,” Ben snapped.

      “Look who’s ogling,” Zach Robles grumbled. But they tipped their hats to Kate and prepared to go. Only Justin rode right up to her window. “If you ever need anything done that takes more muscle than you or the boy have, sing out. Here’s our radio-phone number. Bobbalou keeps it in the chuck wagon, but we’re never far away. Won’t take but a few hours to mosey out your way, ma’am.”

      Not to be outdone, Zach and Enrique underscored Justin’s offer.

      As the last of his men finally rode off, Ben all but had steam coming out his ears. “What kind of negotiations? I wouldn’t have expected a teacher to condone Clover’s behavior.”

      “It’s your call, of course, but Danny and I did get up with the chickens to come here, false pretext or not. Maybe I’d be less testy if I hadn’t missed my morning coffee.”

      “What the hell,” Ben muttered. “Unload his horse. The kids can go search washes for strays. Leave your rig here. I’ll show you where to find Bobbalou’s chuck wagon. He keeps a coffeepot hot all day.”

      Clover slid off the palomino and gazed up at her dad. “You’d better bring Ms. Kate’s coffee up here, Ben.”

      “Do I look like a waiter?”

      Clover stabbed a finger toward the Chevy’s roof where Kate’s wheelchair was usually connected to the hydraulic lift.

      Ben nudged his hat back, but still had no idea what he was looking at.

      Kate mentally cringed. She knew it was inevitable he learn of her disability, but she’d purposely left her wheelchair back in her driveway to await her return. Caught now by such vanity, she waited for the pity that was sure to follow.

      “Is that some kind of newfangled winch?” Ben wrapped his gelding’s reins tighter around his wrist as he studied the apparatus.

      Clover punched his chap-covered leg. “It lifts Teacher’s wheelchair on and off the pickup. Oh, but your chair is gone, Ms. Kate. Did it fall off on the way here?”

      All the pity Kate had wanted to avoid rained down on her from Ben’s horrified expression. Instantly, she was back to feeling less than competent and her reaction was more curt than the situation warranted. “I don’t need backhanded hospitality, or your coffee or pity, Mr. Trueblood. I’ll be on my way as soon as Danny unloads Flame.”

      Picking up on her tone, Goldie planted her feet in Kate’s lap and growled and barked at the man reining in his shifting horse. With some effort, Kate boosted Goldie into the backseat, before adding through gritted teeth, “All I need is a promise that a responsible adult will see to it my son and his horse get home safely.”

      “We can work that out.” Ben sounded as brusque as Kate had. “I offered coffee with Bobbalou to be polite. I can’t waste time socializing if that’s what you thought. I have calves to brand and steers to get to market. I meant no pity, but I’m sorry I didn’t know what that contraption was.” Back stiff, Ben walked his horse a few yards down the trail then set off at a gallop and never looked back.

      Danny backed Flame down the ramp. He handed the reins to Clover and they shared a mystified glance before he secured the tailgate.

      Kate felt guilty for sounding shrewish, but she’d been stung. Call it pity or sympathy, what she’d seen in the man’s eyes magnified her physical limitations. And she’d be damned if she’d let him put himselfout for her. “Danny, I’ve changed my mind. Be at the arch at five o’clock sharp. I’ll return for you and Flame. Clover, tell your dad he won’t lose any work hours on our account.”

      “Aren’t you gonna leave Goldie?” her son hollered to be heard over the grind of the truck’s shifting gears.

      She was, oh, so tempted. Goldie did not like the owner of this ranch. And she should thank Trueblood for reminding her the feeling was mutual and extended to Kate. He wasn’t interested in being neighborly, and it was fine and dandy with her. Maybe after today Danny would recognize that Clover’s dad and other buckaroo types weren’t men worth emulating. “I’m taking Goldie.”

      “She can stay next time,” Clover consoled Danny.

      Kate nodded. But under her breath, covered by the noise of a revving engine, she said, “There won’t be a next time if I have anything to say about it.”

      Still ticked, she drove the big pickup and trailer under the arch. With any luck, she would get through the school year without another face-to-face encounter with Ben Trueblood.