Cathy Mcdavid - Cowboy Dad

“Are all the trails on ranch property?”

“The shorter ones are. The longer ones cross over onto federal land. We stay in constant contact with the neighboring ranches. They let us know in what areas their cattle are grazing so we can avoid any accidental run-ins.”

Gary was in the middle of telling Aaron about the all-day trail rides, which were combined with mini fishing trips, when the radio clipped to his belt emitted a loud beep.

Pulling his horse to a stop, he held the radio to his mouth and said, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Where are you?” a male voice Aaron didn’t recognize asked.

“Five miles out. At the base of Windy Pass.”

“Hoof it on back. Jake’s orders.”

“Something wrong?” Gary shifted in his saddle, his steel-gray brows drawn together in a deep V.

“He needs Aaron back here on the double.”

“What for?” Aaron asked, feeling himself tense. Jake was up to something.

“Did he say what for?” Gary repeated Aaron’s question into the radio.

“Nope. And I didn’t ask.”

“All right.” Gary signed off after giving the caller their ETA.

It was faster to ride the trail to the end than turn around. Once again, he and Aaron talked very little. Probably because the scowl on Aaron’s face discouraged conversation. He considered refusing to return then thought better of it. Gary could wind up taking the heat for something that wasn’t his fault.

It was past one o’clock when they arrived back at the ranch, and Aaron was hungry. Had Jake’s call not come in, he and Gary would have broken for lunch. While Aaron was unsaddling Dollar, Natalie arrived in her golf cart. She parked far enough away not to spook the horses.

Walking toward him, she waved hello.

Because he liked what he saw, he stopped to watch. Her strides were long and her shoulders straight. She might only be a shade above five-six, but she carried herself like someone much taller. Aaron supposed there were guys put off by a woman exuding so much self-confidence. Not him. She had the makings of a true competitor, and Aaron found that a whole lot sexier than tight jeans and a low-cut blouse.

“I’m your ride,” she said, going up to Dollar and scratching him between the ears.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. I was just told to come get you.”

“And take me where?”

She followed him when he carried his saddle and bridle into the tack room. “Founders Cabin. It’s where Walter and Ida Tucker lived. They were the original owners of the ranch and started the resort.”

“Hailey and Jake’s grandparents?”

“That’s right. After they passed on, their cabin was converted into a sort of museum and conference center.”

“Conference center?” Aaron had grabbed a brush on his way out of the tack room. “As in meetings?”

“Yes.”

She knew more than she was telling, Aaron would bet on it. But like the rest of her family, her loyalties lay rock solid with the Tuckers.

“We’d best hurry.” She checked her watch. “My orders were to take you to the cabin as soon as you and Dad got back.”

She was the second person to mention “orders” that day, and Aaron’s hackles rose. Jake Tucker really did like to throw his weight around.

“We’ll head out as soon as I put up Dollar and grab something to eat.” The sandwiches he and Gary packed that morning were still in their saddlebags.

“But Jake said I sh—”

“I don’t really care what he said.”

Natalie retreated a step, her internal struggle evident on her face.

Aaron swore under his breath. Like her father, she didn’t deserve to be put in the middle of his test of wills with Jake, and he was wrong to involve her. But something inside Aaron wanted Natalie to stand up to her boss. Defy him. Choose Aaron over him.

She wouldn’t, of course. Not in a million years.

“I’m sorry. I had no right taking my frustration with Jake out on you.”

She nodded mutely.

“He has a talent for rubbing me the wrong way.”

“I’d say it’s mutual.” Her expression was mildly reproachful.

Inhaling slowly, Aaron continued in a calmer tone. “Jake’s waited this long for me, five more minutes won’t make a difference. I’ll tell him that you did your best to hurry me along, but I refused. Everyone here will vouch for you.” He gestured at the half-dozen hands milling about the stable area, staring at them and trying their darnedest not to be conspicuous about it.

Her father was the exception. He kept a close, unguarded eye on his daughter.

“Okay.” Natalie went back to the golf cart, strides still long, shoulders still straight.

He’d won her over. Sort of. Aaron felt a small rush of satisfaction he wasn’t entitled to but enjoyed nonetheless.

After returning Dollar to his stall, he grabbed a sandwich and a cold soda, then slid onto the seat beside Natalie.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Let’s not keep the man waiting.” Which, of course, was exactly what Aaron had done.

She smiled at his joke, and he was glad—very glad, really—there was no residual tension between them.

Aaron wolfed down his sandwich and drink while they drove, which was a good thing. The trip to Founders Cabin was a short one. Located away from the other bunkhouses and main lodge, the cabin sat atop a small hill amid a dense thicket of trees. Not close to anything except a narrow tributary of Bear Creek.

There were two cars and one pickup truck parked outside the cabin. Natalie eased the golf cart between the vehicles and stopped beside a stone walkway leading to the front porch.

Aaron glanced over at her. The guilty expression she wore gave her away.

“Please. I don’t want to walk in there blind.” He impulsively laid a hand over the one she rested on her leg, and curled his fingers around hers. “Tell me what’s going on.”

She swallowed, and her gaze traveled to their joined hands, reminding him that he’d once again placed her in an unfair position.

He was about to retract his question when she suddenly blurted, “Jake’s called a family meeting. I don’t know why or what it’s about. He doesn’t tell me these things, and he doesn’t have to.”

“Thanks.” Aaron gave her hand a brief squeeze.

He didn’t turn around after climbing out of the golf cart, not even when Natalie started the engine and drove away. At the bottom of the porch steps, he paused to read an engraved brass monument sign. It told a short history of Walter and Ida Tucker and how they started the resort. They were an interesting and colorful couple. Aaron was sorry he never had the opportunity to meet them.

But as luck would have it, he was about to meet, and go head-to-head with, their offspring.

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