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going on here or I’ll....”
    She had taken the workman by surprise, and he
swallowed tightly, trying to find his voice. “I-I’m j-just
following orders, son.” He gasped. “Damn, you’re strong for a wiry
boy.”
    Outraged, Rusty let her prisoner go. The man
slid to the floor, wiping his sweating brow with the back of his
hand. She spun around in a huff, knowing all too well who was
behind this. Revulsion ran rampant through her veins as she ran up
the hill, calling Guy every name she could think of. “Don’t think
you can get away with this! Where are you, you son of a she-wolf?!
You stinkin’ pile of horse manure. You can’t hide, you… you
polecat!” Pure rage stiffened her spine.
    She nearly pulled the front door off its
hinges. “Guy!” Her eyes scanned the large room as she tried filling
her burning lungs with much needed air.
    “Hey kid, don’t shout, I’m right here,” she
was simply informed.
    Rusty didn’t take long to reach his side.
“You… you,” she yelled, with fists flaring under his nose. “What
the hell are you doing to my home?” She asked the obvious but
feared his answer. And he answered her by folding his arms lazily
across his chest. She didn’t miss the amused gleam in his eyes as
he shook his head.
    So he thinks this is funny. Let’s see if he
can laugh over a split lip!
    “Calm down kid, why all this to-do over a
run-down shack?” Her temper was soaring like never before. “You
didn’t really believe I’d let that eyesore stand on my ranch after
I built this beautiful house. Did you?”
    “You’re mistaking if you think you can treat
this matter so lightly!” she warned. When he went to put his arm on
her shoulder, she was so irate, she swung it away roughly and
cuffed him on the nose.
    “Ouch!” Stunned, Guy touched his sore nose.
“Shit! You could’ve broken it.!”
    She was sorry it wasn’t, but it bled.
Pressing a bandanna to the injury, he cursed and Rusty smiled
believing that his pride was damaged more than his nose.
    “Dammit kid!” His voice cut like whiplash.
“You’ve got a hefty punch for a skinny runt.” He frowned, dabbing
at the blood. “And that was a lucky punch!” he added.
    “Lucky?” Rusty fumed and came at him again
but this time the cowboy was quicker and grabbed her wrists. “I
wouldn’t do that again if I were you,” he snarled.
    “What’s the matter?” she retorted, “afraid to
fight? Well, I’m not!”
    Guy sucked in his breath looking more annoyed
than angry. “Look, we both know I can whip your pants off.”
    “Coward!” Rusty yelled and kicked him in the
shins.
    “Ouch! Cut that out!” he yelped, jumping
aside to avoid another assault. Still holding onto her wrists, he
danced around her swift kicks and tightened his hold trying to
avoid more damage to his shins. She heard him curse under his
breath, then not suspecting the quick turn of events, swept her
over his shoulders. Rusty, squirmed, howled and pounded Guy’s back
with her fists. Outraged, she fumed, “Put me down, you bully!” His
shoulder dug into her mid-section and her backside burned from the
sharp smack of his hand. She groaned realizing that he was taking
her outside and she wanted to murder him hearing the workmen
laughing as the cowboy carried her down the hill into the wooded
area. Blood rushed to her head and her stomach churned with the
rocking motion. She called him every name in the book but her bad
mouth only rewarded her with another smack. Mortified, she swore
when she got her hands on him she’d do more than bloody his nose
and kick his shins. She promised herself that the area that
received the next blow would be between those two points.
    “Put me down, you freakin’ bully! You better
not be doing what I’m thinking or else…Yikes!”
    Rusty felt herself being tossed and went
underwater with a whoosh. She came up gasping, choking and
sputtering, madder than an itchy snake. “Damn you!” she spat out
water with an oath. Her