Cowgirl in High Heels

Doctor number four was located in a smaller town close to the ranch, and when she called she was relieved to hear that they were taking new patients, but the soonest they could book a consultation would be in three weeks. Ellie took the appointment. She would have felt better, and more invisible, with a doctor in Bozeman or Butte, but people were going to find out she was pregnant sooner or later. She might even end up having the child here.

In a place where she’d alienated everyone in a ten-mile radius.

Maybe she needed to do something about that.

* * *

IF THERE WERE cows on that mountain, then they were doing a pretty damned good job of evading him. Ryan had spent almost ten hours in the saddle trying to find the strays, and he was beginning to wonder if someone had taken the animals. Whatever, he was late getting home and he still had to load PJ and drive two hundred miles tonight.

Ryan had just dismounted when he heard the door of the ranch house open and close. Great. The boss.

He continued to unsaddle the gelding as footsteps came across the flagstones, then crunched on gravel. Ellison stopped several yards away from him and for a moment said nothing.

“I don’t know if Lonnie took care of the snake,” he said, answering the question he was pretty sure she was going to ask.

“He looked for it, but couldn’t find it,” Ellison said. “You were gone a long time today.” She shifted slightly as he shot her a quick glance, wondering if the comment was a conversation starter, a criticism, or what. “I saw you ride away early this morning,” she continued. “What do you do on a horse all day?”

Conversation starter. Maybe the boss was getting lonely. “Today I looked for missing cattle.”

“How do cattle go missing?”

“Any number of ways. They can get through a hole in the fence. Gates get left open. Sometimes we don’t find them all when we move them to different areas.”

Ryan started brushing Skipper. “Walt says you’re bringing in a consultant,” he said without looking at Ellison.

“My uncle is.”

“Do your aunt and uncle plan to take residence soon?”

“They’d originally planned to move to the ranch at the end of the summer, but my uncle recently took a promotion instead of retiring.” Ellison’s expression told him that she wasn’t one bit surprised that her uncle had chosen work over retirement. “Now he’s chief of staff at his hospital and the move has been pushed back.”

“And you’re here to hold down the fort.”

“Milo wanted someone from the family here while the consultant did his evaluation.”

“And you happened to be at loose ends.”

“Yes,” she said, meeting his eyes as if daring him to ask more. A nerve touched there.

Tempting as it was, he decided not to press matters. “Do you know anything about this consultant?”

“He comes highly recommended.”

“By?”

“One of the neighboring ranchers.” He cocked his head and she added, “The Kenyons.”

“Is his name George Monroe?”

“You know him?” Ellison asked.

“I’m familiar,” he said flatly.

“You don’t seem too pleased.”

Ryan turned toward her, keeping one hand on Skipper’s damp back. “I don’t know how to say this politely, so I’m just going to say it. The guy’s a tool.”

Her eyebrows lifted. “Why do you think that?”

“He fired a totally competent crew at the Vineyard and brought in another that was no better than the first. He shakes things up just because he can.”

“That’s your perception,” Ellison replied calmly.

“Yes. That’s my perception.” Ryan tossed the brush into the bucket in the trailer tack room.

“One reason I’m here is to determine if I agree with his recommendations.”

Was she trying to make him feel better? If so, it wasn’t working. “By your own admission, you know nothing about ranching.”

“I know about people and employee efficiency.”

“But if you don’t know this business, how can you judge its efficiency?”

Ellison’s chin came up as he spoke, making it more than obvious that she didn’t like being challenged any more than she liked being wrong.

“Efficiency is usually evident. Like, say, if someone leaves a gate open and then spends the entire day looking for the cattle that got out.”

The first shot fired. All right. “They didn’t get out through an open gate.”

She settled a hand on her hip. “But if you mentioned the possibility, then I assume it has happened.”

“Ranch gates are almost always left open by people who don’t work on the ranch. Hikers. Hunters.”

Her mouth made an O before she said, “Regardless, searching for lost animals doesn’t seem the best use of time.”

“Seem being the key word here, because, by your own admission, you don’t know enough to make a judgment,” Ryan pointed out reasonably, pulling his attention away from her lips.

“Then perhaps you could edify me.”

“I’d be happy to,” he said. “But not tonight.” Even though it was only six o’clock, he had four hours of driving ahead of him.

“Plans?” she asked.

“Yeah.” He didn’t elaborate and after a few seconds Ellison nodded.

“I won’t keep you,” she said, her cool demeanor slipping back into place. She gave him a faint smile, then turned and walked back toward the house.

Ryan coiled Skipper’s lead rope and then, despite his best intentions, glanced over the horse’s broad back to watch Ellison retreat, feeling an unexpected twinge of regret. He could have made some inroads into her good graces, since it appeared that she’d come to the barn just to talk. But once George’s name came up, everything had gone to hell, which was probably only a taste of what was going to happen once the consultant got there.