armoire, she quickly got ready for bed.
As she settled gratefully between the cool sheets, a vagrant memory of Shea crossed her mind. Now that she thought of it, his pickup had been missing the almost universal gun rack. Maybe he hid his firearms. Or maybe he didnât agree with Judd.
Whatever his views on guns, he was one standoffish character! Far from offering to take her around, as Judd had hospitably done, Shea had as good as told her he didnât want her at El Charco.
Why? And why should it sting? She stretched, feeling her stomach muscles tighten sensuously, and smiled a bit vindictively in the knowledge that though, for reasons unknown, Shea seemed to be a woman-hater, he had most certainly responded to her physicallyâand she hoped he was thinking about her now and repenting his surliness!
What eyes he had! Like a summer thunderstorm charged with lightning. She sighed as her thoughts moved to Patrick. Let him be sleeping, forgetful of his troubles! At least, she could lighten his dreary confinement a little bit. And it was good to be home, back in her childhood bed. Hugging a pillow to her, Tracy drifted into sleep.
When she went up to Patrick next morning, a cranky Vashti was preparing to bathe and shave him. âHe should have a nurse,â she complained to Tracy as if the blind man couldnât hear. âBut heâs run off everyone weâve coaxed into coming out here.â
âA bunch of ninnies,â Patrick grouched. âThat last old hatchet-face shouldâve been thrilled to get a slap on the fanny!â
âStrangely enough, she wasnât,â Vashti snapped. âReally, Patrick, itâs not fair that all this falls on me because you shock and intimidate the people I hire!â
Patrick chortled. âAnd what kind of nurses are they if a blind cripple can fluster âem? Dammit, woman, Iâve told you to get one of the vaqueros up here. Any man of them would be glad to do it.â
Vashtiâs lips compressed. âItâs bad enough for Chuey Sanchez to track in manure once or twice a week. Why he canât just report to Juddââ
âChuey knows Iâm still the boss.â The spunk faded from Patrickâs voice and he sounded very tired. âYou donât have to shave me, Vashti. Judd will, or hell, Iâll grow whiskers!â
âIâve always wanted to be a lady barber,â Tracy said, laughing as she took the razor from the older woman. âYouâd look ravishing with sideburns, Patrick! Why donât we start some?â
âWhy not?â he chuckled, relaxing.
Vashti, crisp in beige linen, paused in the door. âDonât spoil him too outrageously,â she warned. âI have a new nurse coming and if she doesnât stay, Iâm going to be extremely vexed!â
Patrick made a rude sound and grinned up at Tracy. âThanks, honey. Try not to cut my throat.â
âKeep still, then,â she begged nervously.
The shave didnât take long. She bathed Patrickâs face and torso but he refused to let her do more. âI wouldnât mind a she-nurse if she was pretty and fun,â he grumbled. âBut the ones Vashti hires are skinny as snakes or broad as hippos and talk like they broke a thermometer in their mouth!â
âNow, Patrick, how do you know theyâre not gorgeous?â
âI can hear even if I canât see,â he rumbled, then grinned wickedly. âI can feel, too. And believe me, honey, those old girls were tough as rawhide or soggy as a wet sponge!â
âPatrick!â
He gave his good shoulder a truculent hitch. âIâm only half dead, Tracy, not all the way. Now listen, you get over to the Sanchezesâ today and see them and the vaqueros.â
âIs my singing that bad?â
âYou can sing when you get back.â He winked his live eye. âGet along with you now! Iâve got to save up my strength
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