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out to his old pickup. He tossed the suitcases in the bed with his stuff and pulled a tarp over everything. After stretching out the kinks in his back, he climbed into the cab next to the boy, leaned over, and smiled at the woman. "Should be at Wild Horse about eleven or so." As an afterthought he added, "But it's a rough ride, especially the last part of the way. You never been up there into that part of Idaho?"
Ellie grinned back, shook her head, then said, "Let's go, cowboy."
They left Sparks going east on I-80, making good time until they reached Elko in late afternoon, where they stopped for gas. During the ride, Billy-boy didn't do much of anything as Rowdy and Ellie got acquainted, small-talking. But about ten miles from Elko he became restless, starting to rock. Then Ellie took his hand in hers and crooned huskily an old childhood song: "Can she bake a cherry pie, Billie-boy, Billy-boy…" The boy had almost dozed off by the time Rowdy pulled into the Union station.
The hundred or so miles north was along rough secondary roads winding through the Ruby Mountains. Then north and east of Mountain City they hit a long stretch of oiled gravel and bounced along slowly as darkness closed in around them, blotting out the lonesomeness of high desert. Finally, they pulled into Wild Horse about ten-thirty, dusty and tired.
Rowdy made an expansive gesture to Ellie with his hands. "Welcome to Wild Horse, gal."
She took it all in with one sweeping glance: the gas station and little general store, the cafe, and the motel of bungalows where they were parked. Back down the road a couple hundred yards they'd passed a cluster of lights, thirty or so trailers where the gysum miners lived. And that was the sum total of civilization. But she nodded thoughtfully, stared at Rowdy, then added in a serious tone, "Cowboy, you'll have to show me around when we have more time."
He laughed and led them into the motel office, where Mr. Papadopolos, the tiny wrinkled Greek who owned Wild Horse, welcomed them.
Rowdy's bungalow was the only one available. So after a brief discussion they agreed that Ellie and Billie-boy would stay with him until they could make other arrangements. They took their bags to number four and looked it over. There were two beds in the tiny bedroom, so they had the rollaway put up in the front room/kitchen. Rowdy glanced around and sighed, "Just like those first years back on the circuit."
Ellie shrugged. "Well, at least Wild Horse's a long way from… everyone ," she said cryptically.
***
Later that evening, after he'd called Jack Ricciardi in Mountain Home and received directions to ranch headquarters, about twenty miles east of Wild Horse, Rowdy turned in early. Ellie put Billy-boy to bed in the rollaway in the other room, singing another old song until the boy fell asleep.
Dozing off himself on his right side, Rowdy was surprised when the covers were suddenly lifted, letting in a cool draft. Then Ellie slipped into bed behind him, pressing her bare chest up against his back, her warm crotch against his hip. And despite her early protestations, her body parts seemed in pretty fair shape to him.
Rowdy was wide awake now and rolled over to face Ellie's enthusiastic lovemaking.
***
Rowdy was up at five the next morning, slipping out of bed, dressing, and tiptoeing by the sleeping Billy-boy. But before he opened the door to the tiny bungalow, Ellie whispered hoarsely from the bedroom, "Hey, aren't you even going to say goodbye, cowboy?" He turned and laughed. She was leaning far out of bed in order to see him, brazenly exposing her upper body, a sexy expression twinkling in her violet eyes. For a moment he considered rejoining her in bed, but remembered his meeting at six with the Lazy R foreman.
"Bye, Ellie, I gotta go," he said reluctantly, then left for work.
***
That evening, Ellie was grinning widely when Rowdy returned, dusty and tired from working the north fence line on the ranch. She couldn't
Ellie grinned back, shook her head, then said, "Let's go, cowboy."
They left Sparks going east on I-80, making good time until they reached Elko in late afternoon, where they stopped for gas. During the ride, Billy-boy didn't do much of anything as Rowdy and Ellie got acquainted, small-talking. But about ten miles from Elko he became restless, starting to rock. Then Ellie took his hand in hers and crooned huskily an old childhood song: "Can she bake a cherry pie, Billie-boy, Billy-boy…" The boy had almost dozed off by the time Rowdy pulled into the Union station.
The hundred or so miles north was along rough secondary roads winding through the Ruby Mountains. Then north and east of Mountain City they hit a long stretch of oiled gravel and bounced along slowly as darkness closed in around them, blotting out the lonesomeness of high desert. Finally, they pulled into Wild Horse about ten-thirty, dusty and tired.
Rowdy made an expansive gesture to Ellie with his hands. "Welcome to Wild Horse, gal."
She took it all in with one sweeping glance: the gas station and little general store, the cafe, and the motel of bungalows where they were parked. Back down the road a couple hundred yards they'd passed a cluster of lights, thirty or so trailers where the gysum miners lived. And that was the sum total of civilization. But she nodded thoughtfully, stared at Rowdy, then added in a serious tone, "Cowboy, you'll have to show me around when we have more time."
He laughed and led them into the motel office, where Mr. Papadopolos, the tiny wrinkled Greek who owned Wild Horse, welcomed them.
Rowdy's bungalow was the only one available. So after a brief discussion they agreed that Ellie and Billie-boy would stay with him until they could make other arrangements. They took their bags to number four and looked it over. There were two beds in the tiny bedroom, so they had the rollaway put up in the front room/kitchen. Rowdy glanced around and sighed, "Just like those first years back on the circuit."
Ellie shrugged. "Well, at least Wild Horse's a long way from… everyone ," she said cryptically.
***
Later that evening, after he'd called Jack Ricciardi in Mountain Home and received directions to ranch headquarters, about twenty miles east of Wild Horse, Rowdy turned in early. Ellie put Billy-boy to bed in the rollaway in the other room, singing another old song until the boy fell asleep.
Dozing off himself on his right side, Rowdy was surprised when the covers were suddenly lifted, letting in a cool draft. Then Ellie slipped into bed behind him, pressing her bare chest up against his back, her warm crotch against his hip. And despite her early protestations, her body parts seemed in pretty fair shape to him.
Rowdy was wide awake now and rolled over to face Ellie's enthusiastic lovemaking.
***
Rowdy was up at five the next morning, slipping out of bed, dressing, and tiptoeing by the sleeping Billy-boy. But before he opened the door to the tiny bungalow, Ellie whispered hoarsely from the bedroom, "Hey, aren't you even going to say goodbye, cowboy?" He turned and laughed. She was leaning far out of bed in order to see him, brazenly exposing her upper body, a sexy expression twinkling in her violet eyes. For a moment he considered rejoining her in bed, but remembered his meeting at six with the Lazy R foreman.
"Bye, Ellie, I gotta go," he said reluctantly, then left for work.
***
That evening, Ellie was grinning widely when Rowdy returned, dusty and tired from working the north fence line on the ranch. She couldn't
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