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Abby need an intact dad, and raising bucking bulls and kids is a lot more satisfying than dodging bulls that are intent on running me through. Speaking of which, I have to get Wild Card ready. We'll meet in my rig right afterwards. Do you know where it's parked?"
    "Sure," Jeremy replied. "I've been watching you guys for three days now."
    After Josh left, Jeremy said to Tyler, "Incidentally, your act is world class. Keep it up."
    Tyler laughed. "I t will be even classier if I can find the money for two mares I've located that I want to add to the team."
    "You're planning on driving eight horses?" Jeremy said.
    "Hopefully," Tyler replied. "I like to think I have backup for my six-horse-hitch . I'll show all eight when they're ready, and I'll do more liberty work. The crowd seems to like it."
    Jeremy gave Tyler's arm a squeeze, and said, "If anyone makes it happen, you will. You've been at this from as far back as I can remember and I never once questioned your ability to do exactly what you're doing. You must be getting some good contracts by now."
    "I am," Tyler replied. "Stock transportation was included in this one, but eventually I'll need my own eighteen wheeler and an assistant or two."
    "You'll make it happen, and I'll be even prouder of you when you do."
    Tyler smiled because , all the time he was growing up, he had nothing to feel proud about, and hearing Jeremy's words felt good because he knew they were coming from his heart. But his smile brought another smile from Amy, who giggled and tangled her hands in his hair and tugged, making him laugh too.
    Billy looked askance at Tyler, and said, "Do you want me to take her now?"
    "She's not fussing so I'll hold her until she does ," Tyler replied. "Besides, I think she's stuck." Amy's fingers, which remained tangled in his hair, had him thinking about other fingers tangling in his hair, long slender fingers he could imagine moving down his neck, and across his shoulders, and over his back, and he could also imagine running his fingers over the smooth golden skin he'd seen when he stepped into the cavern and saw Rose sitting in the pool…
    "What's her name?" Jeremy asked.
    "Rose," Tyler replied before he could catch himself. He looked at Josh with a start. "Why did you ask that?"
    "Why did you answer Rose?" A wide grin spread across Jeremy's face.
    "Okay, " Tyler said, "she's the woman Marc hired, and no, I'm not involved with her and don't intend to complicate my life that way, so you can wipe that stupid grin off your face."
    Billy raised her hand in protest, then stepping between them, took both men by the arms, and said, "Come on, you guys. Let's go watch Wild Card kick butt."
    A s Tyler walked with Billy and Jeremy toward the arena, it came to him that, even though he was excited to see Jeremy again and know where he and his family were living, he also wanted to be back at the ranch. He wasn't sure when he'd started having thoughts about getting something going with Rose—maybe when she was standing in the meadow with her golden-eyed wolfdog, and the realization came that the dog wasn't reacting to him, but instead to Rose's response to him—but once the idea took hold that his presence affected Rose he couldn't shake it, because her presence affected him too. He even imagined having her beside him at night, maybe in a double sleeping bag under the stars.
    He'd never been in a relation ship before because eventually she'd learn about his problem, and he couldn't imagine a woman staying with him after that, especially a college-educated woman like Rose, but he'd never had a woman react to him the way Rose did either, and that thought seemed to dominate his mind.
    T here was still the issue of his opening fissures in the rock floor of the spring and Rose's opposition to it because of a belief in non-existent spirits, but he was sure they could reach a neutral position on that once he solved the mystery of the sounds, which should come sooner, rather than later,