Whirlwind Bride

“Oh, I suppose you mean you?” She looked down her nose, twisting the strings of her reticule. “The arrangements I made worked out fine. Your brother said the outlaws weren’t nearby, so I didn’t see the harm.”

“Yeah, your wagon was nearly wrecked because of a snake.”

“That could’ve happened no matter who went with me. I admit I was terrified when that horse ran away, but Miguel quickly got her under control.”

“You shouldn’t have gone without an escort. An older escort.”

“I imagine I’ll be going a lot of places without an escort, Mr. Holt.”

He hated when she called him that. “Well, Miz Phelps, down here you can’t just wander willy-nilly around these parts.”

“I was not wandering willy-nilly.” She gritted her teeth, her fist closing over the bag. “I had business to attend to, and I did that. If you don’t approve, then maybe you shouldn’t ask so many questions.”

Seething, and not sure why, Riley stared into her blue eyes. They were troubled yet determined. Unyielding. Just like another woman he’d known. Another woman who hadn’t belonged here.

He valued his friendship with Adam too much to turn his back on Susannah, but Riley couldn’t let his life get tangled up with hers, either. “You’re right. You’re a grown woman, and not accountable to me.”

She gave a sharp nod of agreement, but he caught a flash of confusion and surprise in her eyes.

He climbed up in the wagon and tipped his hat. “I’m glad you’re unhurt. And the baby, too.”

“Thank you,” she said grudgingly. “For coming to look for us. And for driving me back.”

“You’re welcome.” He clucked to the mare. As he rode away, Riley told himself the hollow ache in his stomach was because he was hungry, not because of what might have happened to her. Frustration had him jamming his hat farther down on his head. He’d managed to stay out of her affairs for all of one day.

The protective feelings that dogged Riley all the next week weren’t any more welcome by him than they would be by Susannah. An obligation to keep Adam’s sister safe was what he felt. Was all he would feel. Putting up hay for the winter, replacing rotten planks in his shed and barn, and working his three-year-old filly, Storm, had kept Riley busy. His body at least. His mind was plumb tuckered out trying to sidestep insistent thoughts of Susannah. Curiosity over whether the incident with the spooked horse might have sent her packing was wearing a hole through him. If the horse hadn’t scared her away, maybe her inability to find a job would.

As he rode toward Whirlwind the next Saturday for one of the fall horse races, he hoped Susannah had left town, but he had no way of knowing. With her delicate build and ignorance about life on a ranch, she reminded him of Maddie. Neither woman was suited to life in a hard land.

A land that had killed his wife.

A vicious dust storm had disoriented Maddie and caused the fall that had broken her neck. Riley would always feel some responsibility over that. The whirling, blinding clouds of dust had come up suddenly, while he’d been in Abilene at a horse sale. There had been no way he could warn her, nothing he could do. Hours after arriving home, he and his father had finally found her at the bottom of a shallow gully not far from the house.

Riley had blamed himself for a while, and then he’d felt nothing. Since Maddie, he hadn’t found another woman who had been able to stir even a passing interest. The fact that Susannah Phelps stirred much more than that needled him. A woman like her was just flat-out wrong for him. He knew what kind of woman fitted him and his life. It wasn’t Susannah.

He repeated that to himself when he saw her standing under the awning in front of Haskell’s Store. Sandwiched between the giant Baldwin brothers, with her silky hair piled atop her head, she looked like a specially wrapped package. Bright and shiny and too pretty for either one of those hairy sidewinders.

The dainty blue parasol Matt held for Susannah looked like a twig in his large hands. Russ leaned close to point out one of the horses in the street, where the race would take place.

She listened attentively, turned her head when Matt indicated Jake Ross on his bay. She stayed against the storefront, not even within spitting distance of the animals. She must be really terrified of horses.

Riley dismounted in front of Haskell’s and stepped up on the boardwalk. People wove around him, moving down to the street for a place near the action. Children’s laughter punctuated the buzz of adult conversation. Hurrying feet and restlessly stomping horse hooves stirred up the smell of dirt and animals. It looked as if the whole town had turned out. Riley squinted against the glare of the sun. Occasionally a stiff breeze shot through the crowd, bringing a crispness to the sunny fall day.

Susannah looked warm enough in a navy coat, which made her eyes even more blue than he remembered. A soft, becoming blush highlighted her cheeks, and a wisp of blond hair blew across her face. She was so pretty his whole body hummed. She looked fresh and … in the family way.

Her condition had become evident in the week since he’d last seen her.

“Good day, Susannah.” He touched the tip of his hat. “Russ, Matt.”

“Hey, Riley,” Matt said.

“Riley.” Russ grinned.

Susannah nodded primly, her gaze on a point past his shoulder.

“I didn’t expect to see you here today,” he said.

Rather than look at him, she smiled at both Baldwins. “I couldn’t say no to two such charming invitations.”

Matt switched the parasol to his other hand. “Even though I asked first.”

“Did not,” Russ said pleasantly, arms crossed over his chest.

“Ever been to a horse race before?” Riley asked her.

“No.”

“I thought you didn’t like horses—”

“She’ll like the race,” Matt interrupted with a grin. “I promised she would.”

Susannah’s lips curved as she glanced at the big man, who was standing a little too close to her for Riley’s liking. So far she hadn’t looked at him once.

“They’ll start down by the church, race through town and around twice,” Matt explained. “The winner takes home a money prize, the total of the entry fees.”

Riley was starting to feel like a spare wagon part. He glanced around. “Where’s Cora?”

“She isn’t feeling well.” Susannah finally looked at him, her blue eyes concerned. “I think she’s missing Ollie.”

Riley nodded, his gaze meeting hers in sympathetic understanding. “What about J.T.? Surely he’s around. He doesn’t miss a race.”

“He’s on watch at the other end of town.” Russ hooked a thumb toward the smithy. “Your brother needed another deputy.”

On his way into town, Riley had seen Davis Lee at the smithy, and had stopped. Since the McDougals had hit so close to town, Davis Lee wasn’t taking any chances. He’d posted a guard at either end of town for the race today.

“Are you racing today, Riley?” Matt asked.

“Yes.”

“On Whip?”