Indiana Wild (Spirit Pass Book 1)

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said I wanted to get married? I just hired on as a cowpuncher, not a whore. I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man on earth!” She snapped heatedly looking at him as if he was insane.
    “ Your days as a cowpuncher on this ranch are through,” Jonathan growled deeply, cutting the air with a wave of his hand to emphasize his point.
    “ Are you firing me, then?” Indy asked glaring up at Jonathan.
    “ You’re damn right I’m firing you. I’m also going to haul your ass back to Meeteetse and find out who sent you in the first place,” Jonathan replied hotly glaring down into Indy’s green eyes that had darkened with emotion as his words cut through her.
    “ Fine! You don’t have to fire me. I quit! I never wanted to work for this two-bit dump anyway. But, for your information I am staying at least one more night in that damn cabin since I spent so much time cleaning and fixing it up. Now get the hell out of my sight before I sic the boys on you,” Indy yelled, furious he had the nerve to fire her. She was so mad she was ready to scream. Of all the arrogant jerks! To think she wanted to marry him after one little kiss. If she had married every guy she had ever kissed she would have been married at least three or four times by now!
     
     
    *.*.*
    Jacob came up behind Jonathan and laid a calming hand on his brother’s shoulder. He was warily watching Indy. Fear, defeat, and resignation crossed her face before her lips tightened in determination. He watched her hand tremble slightly before her fingers tightened around the hammer she was holding. From the look on her face, he had no doubt she would either follow through with sic’ing the dogs on them or using the hammer to knock some sense into his stubborn-headed brother.
    “ Come on, Jonathan. We need to talk,” Jacob said softly, pulling his brother back a step.
    Jonathan stared at Indy a moment before turning sharply on his heel and striding over to the buckboard with a curse. He was still reeling from the kiss they had exchanged in the cabin. Hell, he felt like someone had cold-cocked him in the head. He didn’t know if he wanted to kiss her senseless or throttle her for being so damn hard-headed. Climbing up next to Jacob, he picked up the reins before looking down at Indy who was standing by the leaning horse stall, defiantly glaring back at him.
    “ Be ready to head to Meeteetse first thing in the morning,” Jonathan said before pulling the mules around and heading back down the road toward the main house.
    *.*.*
    Indy was so mad she felt like her head was going to explode. She turned and headed for the river, throwing the hammer down when she reached the edge of the shallow, rocky shore. Standing on the edge of the bank, she threw her head back and screamed out her frustration.
    “ Argh! I hate big, bossy, arrogant, knuckle-headed males!” Indy shouted out in frustration as she clenched her fists into tight balls and stomped her feet in an effort to get mad so she wouldn’t start crying but it was no use, overwhelming defeat swamped her already overtaxed emotions.
    *.*.*
    Maikoda watched from the woods across the river as the white woman yelled at the white man named Jonathan. He couldn’t help but smile as she faced the big man unafraid. She was different from any woman he had ever known, white or Indian. She was fierce like the mother bear protecting her cub. When she walked toward the river he watched curiously as her two dogs followed her sitting and watching as she moved back and forth screaming, cursing and yelling dire threats to all males. He observed as she suddenly stopped and closed her eyes, standing motionless as if waiting for something. She stood there breathing in and out slowly. He could tell she was saying something as her lips moved but no sound escaped from her. She did this for several minutes before she opened her eyes. Even from the distance separating them he could see the tears glistening in her bright green eyes as

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