morning for their scheduled ride, h e’ d paused when he saw her standing in the breezeway looking a little confused before he continued saddling Butterscotch for Kesslyn.
He was taking her along to ride the fences and check for damage. Apparently downed fencing was a regular occurrence. The fences had to be check to ensure the cattle did n’ t wander out of their grazing areas. Having the herd wander onto a neighboring far m’ s property and eat their crop would be a problem. The fences also keep other critters out. Likewise, they did n’ t want their prize grazing land eaten up by neighboring cattle either. The cattlemen rode the fences and repaired damage caused by the cattle, winds, or rains as needed.
They had been riding for over an hour, and Kesslyn was amazed at the size of the property. This was what sh e’ d wanted. To see the land for herself. The cattle itself was going to take some getting used to for her. They were big and kind of cute grazing peacefully from afar, but the smell was not something that sh e’ d ever adjust to.
For the most part, the land was very flat except for the occasional rise. It was at the top of one of these rises that Kesslyn had to pull Butterscotch to a stop. The sheer beauty of the land stole her breath. The small valley before her was like an ocean of bluebells rolling over the gentle hills like waves.
Beau pulled up and circled around behind her. She looked over her shoulder in amazement.
“ I t’ s beautiful, is n’ tit? This being my home, I sometimes forget to stop and appreciate the glory of the land .” He was smiling. It was the first genuine smile sh e’ d seen on his face since h e’ d found her in the Walker Ranch kitchen and thought she was there to find to him.
Beau was looking out at the beautiful field of bluebells, but Kessly n’ s eyes were locked on Beau. As lovely as the scene was, it did n’ t compare to the sight of Beau sitting tall in the saddle with a look of relaxed happiness on his face.
****
Beau watched Kesslyn fidgeting in the saddle on poor Butterscotc h’ s back and tried to keep his need to have her again in check. It had only been five days. H e’ d had long dry spells without a woman and been just fine, but being in close proximity to Kesslyn on a regular basis was wreaking havoc on his libido.
When sh e’ d strolled into the stable wearing those tight faded jeans and a little smile, Bea u’ s brain had stuttered to a momentary stop. She was a cowbo y’ s wet dream on the back of a horse with that red braid hanging down her back and a Stetson on her head. Good lord, how was he going to keep his hands to himself all damn day?
H e’ d stayed out of her way since h e’ d nailed her sweet ass against the wall in the barn. Instead of making her less argumentative and more affectionate, the encounter had pushed her further away from Beau. Sh e’ d been embarrassed and shy when she slipped out of the barn and scurried back up to the big house.
Then and there, Beau decided to give the woman some space. Sh e’ d been through a lot in a short time. Her parents passed away and left her alone. Then, her long lost grandpa passed and left her a company she knew nothing about and an entire town to look after a world away from her home. The welcome wagon was a randy cowboy who could n’ t keep his hands off of her. No wonder she ran. Beau knew women, and this lady was not the sort who had one-nighters. That made him want her all the more, because sh e’ d chosen him to be naughty with. He wanted to see her naughty side again. Frequently.
He peeked over at her again and wondered how long it would take her to admit she had far less riding experience than she let on. His little yankee princess was in for sore muscles in places she did n’ t know she had muscles by the end of the day. He chuckled inwardly. The woman would n’ t be able to walk in the morning.
The longer he watched her, the stronger the desire to pull her from
He was taking her along to ride the fences and check for damage. Apparently downed fencing was a regular occurrence. The fences had to be check to ensure the cattle did n’ t wander out of their grazing areas. Having the herd wander onto a neighboring far m’ s property and eat their crop would be a problem. The fences also keep other critters out. Likewise, they did n’ t want their prize grazing land eaten up by neighboring cattle either. The cattlemen rode the fences and repaired damage caused by the cattle, winds, or rains as needed.
They had been riding for over an hour, and Kesslyn was amazed at the size of the property. This was what sh e’ d wanted. To see the land for herself. The cattle itself was going to take some getting used to for her. They were big and kind of cute grazing peacefully from afar, but the smell was not something that sh e’ d ever adjust to.
For the most part, the land was very flat except for the occasional rise. It was at the top of one of these rises that Kesslyn had to pull Butterscotch to a stop. The sheer beauty of the land stole her breath. The small valley before her was like an ocean of bluebells rolling over the gentle hills like waves.
Beau pulled up and circled around behind her. She looked over her shoulder in amazement.
“ I t’ s beautiful, is n’ tit? This being my home, I sometimes forget to stop and appreciate the glory of the land .” He was smiling. It was the first genuine smile sh e’ d seen on his face since h e’ d found her in the Walker Ranch kitchen and thought she was there to find to him.
Beau was looking out at the beautiful field of bluebells, but Kessly n’ s eyes were locked on Beau. As lovely as the scene was, it did n’ t compare to the sight of Beau sitting tall in the saddle with a look of relaxed happiness on his face.
****
Beau watched Kesslyn fidgeting in the saddle on poor Butterscotc h’ s back and tried to keep his need to have her again in check. It had only been five days. H e’ d had long dry spells without a woman and been just fine, but being in close proximity to Kesslyn on a regular basis was wreaking havoc on his libido.
When sh e’ d strolled into the stable wearing those tight faded jeans and a little smile, Bea u’ s brain had stuttered to a momentary stop. She was a cowbo y’ s wet dream on the back of a horse with that red braid hanging down her back and a Stetson on her head. Good lord, how was he going to keep his hands to himself all damn day?
H e’ d stayed out of her way since h e’ d nailed her sweet ass against the wall in the barn. Instead of making her less argumentative and more affectionate, the encounter had pushed her further away from Beau. Sh e’ d been embarrassed and shy when she slipped out of the barn and scurried back up to the big house.
Then and there, Beau decided to give the woman some space. Sh e’ d been through a lot in a short time. Her parents passed away and left her alone. Then, her long lost grandpa passed and left her a company she knew nothing about and an entire town to look after a world away from her home. The welcome wagon was a randy cowboy who could n’ t keep his hands off of her. No wonder she ran. Beau knew women, and this lady was not the sort who had one-nighters. That made him want her all the more, because sh e’ d chosen him to be naughty with. He wanted to see her naughty side again. Frequently.
He peeked over at her again and wondered how long it would take her to admit she had far less riding experience than she let on. His little yankee princess was in for sore muscles in places she did n’ t know she had muscles by the end of the day. He chuckled inwardly. The woman would n’ t be able to walk in the morning.
The longer he watched her, the stronger the desire to pull her from
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