One Hot Cowboy

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Authors: Anne Marsh
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the thirsty
    cattle and swung himself up onto the
    trough. The inch or so of standing water
    was barely enough to wet his boots. He got
    busy with the wrench, working the valve
    until the water came out grudgingly,
    flowing just a little faster.
    There still wasn’t enough. The pipeline
    was only delivering maybe five, ten,
    gallons per minute—far less than he
    needed to keep the trough full. Enough for
    today, sure. Maybe even enough to get the
    herd through the rest of the summer, but the
    well was running on empty. The sluggish
    trickle from the pump should have flowed
    hard and fast.
    Behind him, he heard Rose slide out of
    the truck and come over to lean on the
    railing. Watching.
    “Empty?” she asked.
    “Yeah,” he said curtly. This wasn’t a
    conversation he wanted to have right now.
    “You checked the pump?”
    Better to have a broken pipe or a
    clogged pump than the truth. He’d brought
    three drillers out to the ranch, and they’d
    all said the same thing. There hadn’t been
    enough rainfall this last winter, and the
    aquifer was done. His ranch had drained it
    dry. Sure, the change hadn’t happened
    overnight, but the slow, steady suck—
    decades of overuse—still spelled the end.
    “Pump’s sucking air.” He gave the valve
    one last, hard twist. It wasn’t going to help,
    but it made him feel better. “Water level’s
    just too damn low.”
    “Oh.” She chewed on her lower lip,
    running through an unseen mental checklist.
    “You had someone out here to take a
    look?”
    “I’m working on it,” he said tightly.
    “Right now, I’ll call it in. One of the hands
    can bring the water truck out here and fill
    her up.”
    Maybe, if he gave her a little more time,
    she’d see the light. Maybe she’d decide to
    sell all on her own.
    Hell. He was so screwed, it wasn’t even
    funny.
    Going back to the truck, he made the
    call. As he hung up, however, tossing the
    cell onto the front seat of the truck, he
    realized fate wasn’t finished with him yet.
    The truck had a flat. Punctured tires were
    an occupational hazard out here. They
    weren’t going anywhere until he’d changed
    the tire, because he wasn’t taking the rough
    ranch roads on a bare rim. He reached for
    the jack in the pickup bed.
    Rose looked at him. “You want a hand
    with that?”
    “No, it’s a one-person job,” he
    muttered. Stripping off his shirt, he hung
    his hat on the side mirror, grabbed a
    wrench, and lowered himself down,
    sliding under the truck to free the spare.
    Rose’s bare legs below her shorts
    moved in and out of his field of vision. He
    forced himself to focus on the task at hand.
    When he got the spare free, he slid it
    out, and her legs moved away. Somewhere
    close by, thunder rumbled, and the cattle
    called restlessly.
    “We’re going to have rain,” he said, but
    there was no response. It figured. When he
    wanted her far away from him, she was
    right there. When he wanted her to stick
    close by, she’d gone off. Sliding out from
    beneath the truck, he sat up and spotted the
    rain sweeping down from the hill.
    The gray sheet of rain was headed right
    toward them, and he saw Rose watching it
    from a little distance away.
    She laughed, delighted, as if he’d
    arranged the downpour just for her. “Look,
    Cabe! Rain!” She was fairly dancing in
    anticipation of getting thoroughly soaked.
    “That’s rain, all right,” he agreed. And
    he would have enjoyed watching her joy
    except he realized that a heavy downpour
    was going to turn the dirt road into shit if it
    stuck around. Getting the tire fixed quickly
    was suddenly paramount. “We’ve got to
    get on the road if we don’t want to get
    mired out here.”
    “You’re no fun,” she snorted, dancing
    away from him.
    True enough. Since one of them had to
    be practical, he dropped to his knees by
    the bad tire, working the jack underneath
    the truck. Rose had her face turned toward
    the approaching rain. Shaking his head, he
    worked

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