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because he'd recently bought a used gas-powered rock drill that he'd located on the internet, and it was on its way to the ranch.
Another week and he should at last satisfy a curiosity that had dogged him since the first time he heard the voices in the mountain. But for the moment, his attention was more focused on how to get something going with Rose than worrying about the source of the sounds. He just hoped he wouldn't make a complete fool of himself in Rose's mind when he tried.
***
Rose stood in front of the reconstruction of a pit house—a primitive dwelling that was dug into the ground, with posts to support the roof—while explaining to several visitors, and a couple of ranch guests, what it was like for the early Indians who'd lived in such structures, when she saw a big truck with a long horse semitrailer pulling into the ranch, with Tyler's truck right behind. On seeing Tyler step out of his truck, her heart started hammering.
All her best intentions had gone awry when she left Jack and Grace Hansen's house after watching the video of Tyler with his horses. From that time on she found herself daydreaming about searching for basket-making materials at the location where she'd been before and accidentally finding Tyler working his horses, or she'd fantasize about driving with him to the coast and watching him run the horses in the surf, but to do that they'd have to leave the ranch long before daybreak in order to get there by sunup, which led to thoughts of spending the night with Tyler in the pasture with his horses while sleeping under the stars.
Apparently his house was up there somewhere too, and now she wondered what kind of place he'd live in. After hearing Maddy's comments, speculation ranged from a large box with a window, to a camper on the back of his pickup, to a small travel trailer, to a cabin with no electricity, like the one up in the mountains where family and guests stayed at times. She could imagine Tyler living that way...
"I'm a scout leader," one of the visitors cut into Rose's thoughts. "How would I go about scheduling a field trip for my troop?"
Rose forced herself to divert her attention from what was going on at the semi with the horse trailer to what the woman was saying. "A field trip?" she asked, having missed the beginning of the question.
"For my Brownie scouts," the woman repeated. "I'd like to schedule a visit."
"We can block off a two-hour period any Monday or Tuesday, and the girls will have a chance to try their hands at weaving simple baskets," Rose said. She couldn't help looking beyond the woman when she saw Tyler leading the first of his horses out of the big rig—the beautiful dapple gray lead horse with the dark mane and tail she remembered as being named Luna, maybe because she was more like a dark moon. The mare was close in appearance to the other lead horse, the one the announcer referred to as Stardust, except that Stardust's mane and tail were light gray, almost white…
"Do you have a special group rate?" the woman asked.
"A what?" Rose replied.
The woman looked at her, curiously, and Rose decided she'd better pay attention to what was going on at the museum and ignore Tyler and his mares, so she turned her back to Tyler and focused on the woman and attempted to answer all of her questions, and those of the other visitors. By the time the visitors were leaving, which coincided with closing time, the big horse rig had left and Tyler was standing in the clearing in front of the lodge while talking to a small gathering of ranch guests. His horses stood behind him, none of which appeared to be wearing any tack except halters.
As she was looking his way, Tyler waved off the guests and started walking toward her across the clearing, six horses trailing along with him, which sent her heart skittering and her breath quickening. Fortunately, Tundra was penned up in the yard behind Marc and Kit's house so she didn't have to face the embarrassment of him growling
Another week and he should at last satisfy a curiosity that had dogged him since the first time he heard the voices in the mountain. But for the moment, his attention was more focused on how to get something going with Rose than worrying about the source of the sounds. He just hoped he wouldn't make a complete fool of himself in Rose's mind when he tried.
***
Rose stood in front of the reconstruction of a pit house—a primitive dwelling that was dug into the ground, with posts to support the roof—while explaining to several visitors, and a couple of ranch guests, what it was like for the early Indians who'd lived in such structures, when she saw a big truck with a long horse semitrailer pulling into the ranch, with Tyler's truck right behind. On seeing Tyler step out of his truck, her heart started hammering.
All her best intentions had gone awry when she left Jack and Grace Hansen's house after watching the video of Tyler with his horses. From that time on she found herself daydreaming about searching for basket-making materials at the location where she'd been before and accidentally finding Tyler working his horses, or she'd fantasize about driving with him to the coast and watching him run the horses in the surf, but to do that they'd have to leave the ranch long before daybreak in order to get there by sunup, which led to thoughts of spending the night with Tyler in the pasture with his horses while sleeping under the stars.
Apparently his house was up there somewhere too, and now she wondered what kind of place he'd live in. After hearing Maddy's comments, speculation ranged from a large box with a window, to a camper on the back of his pickup, to a small travel trailer, to a cabin with no electricity, like the one up in the mountains where family and guests stayed at times. She could imagine Tyler living that way...
"I'm a scout leader," one of the visitors cut into Rose's thoughts. "How would I go about scheduling a field trip for my troop?"
Rose forced herself to divert her attention from what was going on at the semi with the horse trailer to what the woman was saying. "A field trip?" she asked, having missed the beginning of the question.
"For my Brownie scouts," the woman repeated. "I'd like to schedule a visit."
"We can block off a two-hour period any Monday or Tuesday, and the girls will have a chance to try their hands at weaving simple baskets," Rose said. She couldn't help looking beyond the woman when she saw Tyler leading the first of his horses out of the big rig—the beautiful dapple gray lead horse with the dark mane and tail she remembered as being named Luna, maybe because she was more like a dark moon. The mare was close in appearance to the other lead horse, the one the announcer referred to as Stardust, except that Stardust's mane and tail were light gray, almost white…
"Do you have a special group rate?" the woman asked.
"A what?" Rose replied.
The woman looked at her, curiously, and Rose decided she'd better pay attention to what was going on at the museum and ignore Tyler and his mares, so she turned her back to Tyler and focused on the woman and attempted to answer all of her questions, and those of the other visitors. By the time the visitors were leaving, which coincided with closing time, the big horse rig had left and Tyler was standing in the clearing in front of the lodge while talking to a small gathering of ranch guests. His horses stood behind him, none of which appeared to be wearing any tack except halters.
As she was looking his way, Tyler waved off the guests and started walking toward her across the clearing, six horses trailing along with him, which sent her heart skittering and her breath quickening. Fortunately, Tundra was penned up in the yard behind Marc and Kit's house so she didn't have to face the embarrassment of him growling
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