Prim And Improper

Louise took a tripping step backward, catching herself from falling with a down-stretched arm. Ty watched with amusement as she scooped up a handful of gloppy clay and palmed it menacingly.

“Don’t you dare come a step farther,” she warned.

“Or what?” he taunted. “Are you going to toss that little mud ball my way?”

She quaked with anger, and with surprising speed the wet ball of clay came whizzing toward his face. He ducked in time, but the projectile sped past him and smacked Zeus right on the nose. The spirited animal let out a sharp whinny of protest and reared threateningly.

Louise’s eyes widened at the sight of the impressive animal rising to its full height, and she watched silently as Ty grabbed for the bridle and tried to soothe the animal.

“Nice shot,” he said accusingly.

“You drove me to it,” Louise argued.

Ty felt his blood heating up for another fight just as a door slammed and Caleb came running out of the house, probably beckoned by Zeus’s whinnies.

Louise began to pick her way toward her horse. “Just don’t be surprised when you don’t see Sally anymore, Mr. Saunders.”

“I won’t. I have no doubt you’ll succeed in scaring her away from men.”

“M-Miss Livingston!” Cal sputtered anxiously. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“Or maybe you’ll teach Sally to follow your example,” Ty continued bitterly, “and she’ll learn how to simply scare men away.”

Louise’s hands balled into fists at her side. “If I could just scare you away I would count it as a victory!”

Cal looked from her to his brother in confusion and alarm. “Wait!” he said, darting after Louise. “Please, Miss Livingston, let me—” His string bean body hopped awkwardly over a puddle and he jutted out his hand, offering assistance to Louise.

“No, don’t,” she pleaded, obviously having had enough of being rushed at by Saunders men.

But Cal was determined to help the lady, and he grabbed her arm just as he lost his footing.

First Cal slipped, then, tugged by his movement, Louise lost her balance, too. Her free arm twisted in a loopy circle as she tried to regain her equilibrium, but Cal’s unsteadying hand was still gripping her arm, and when he collided with the brown-red mud, she followed.

Louise Livingston hit the ground with a definitely unladylike splat, Ty noted with unabashed pleasure.

Wearing an expression of pure astonishment on her mud-splattered face, Louise wallowed on the wet ground for a moment before she gathered her wits and started to pull herself up.

Cal. with his knobby knees poking up out of the mud, glanced over at her in panic. “Wait, Miss Livingston, let me help you!”

Alarmed by the idea of more of Caleb’s help, Louise flailed away from the young man. “No, please!” she cried, trying to push herself up before Cal could do any more harm.

A wide, generous smile tugging at his lips, Ty strode over, quickly looped an arm about her dirty waist and hoisted her to her feet.

“Oh!” she exclaimed as he lifted her effortlessly. She turned to look at him and he graced her with a broad, taunting smile. “Let me go, both of you!” She scurried away, slipping and sliding to her horse, and quickly mounted, “Thank heavens I learned about Sally’s unwise affections before it was too late!”

Cal shot to his feet. “Sally’s what?”

“Unwise affections,” Louise repeated as the mare pranced in a restless circle beneath her. The horse looked almost as anxious to get away from the Saunders ranch as Louise herself did.

“Wait! S-surely you’re not leaving! Not yet!” Cal cried, scrambling across a puddle toward her. “Don’t you want to come inside and change clothes? You look terrible!”

Louise scowled.

“Terribly wet, I mean,” Cal corrected nervously.

“I’d be glad to lend you a pair of those pants that you seem so keen on wearing, Miss Livingston,” Ty said.

“No, thank you!” she snapped, kicking her horse into a canter that soon turned to a gallop in her hurry to be gone.

Ty watched her speed across the valley, laughing unconsciously at the wild sight she created with her scraggly hair and mud-coated cape flapping behind her.

Still gawking in surprise and confusion, Caleb pushed himself off the muddy ground and observed unnecessarily, “That was Miss Livingston!” His tall, gangly frame made him look like a mud-soaked scarecrow. “What did she want?”

Ty frowned. He feared that he’d just unwittingly fouled up his brother’s romance.

“Why did she say that about Sally?” Cal asked. “What did it all mean?”

Ty sighed. His brother set quite a store by Sally Livingston. Cal wasn’t going to be too happy when he discovered the course of true love had just hit a snag. Ty punched his brother’s arm in a playful, calming gesture. “We’d better go inside, Cal, and think this whole thing through. It might take me a while to sort out Louise Livingston.”

As soon as Louise put Blackie away, she scurried toward the house—but not fast enough to avoid Will Bundy, an old miner who was huddled outside the boardinghouse with several of his cronies.

“Jumpin’ Jehoshaphat!” he cried, spitting a stream of tobacco juice into the mud. “What happened to you?”

Nothing she cared to repeat. “Just some mud, Will,” she muttered, circling quickly to the kitchen entrance, a ragged soul seeking sanctuary. It was late; dinner for the boarders would be soon. Her nostrils flared happily at the smell of baking bread, and she hovered near the oven, warming herself. She felt chilled to the bone, though indignation still coursed hot and fresh through her veins.

The gall of that man!

She shook in fury at the memory of Ty Saunders’s broad smile as he hoisted her out of the mud. Worse, she couldn’t forget the feel of his arm around her waist, the strength with which he’d picked her up, as though she weighed no more than a rag doll. She had experienced a tightness down in the pit of her stomach as she’d looked into his mocking gray eyes then, but God help her, her response had had nothing to do with revulsion at being manhandled by that creature. Rather, it was a tug of attraction, a feminine appreciation of Ty Saunders’s looks and strength and raw unshaven masculinity, coming at the worst possible time.

It was lust, pure and simple. And somehow, that only made her all the more angry at the despicable man.

Sally dashed in and stared in wide-eyed shock at her sister. “Oh, Louise—your dress! What happened?”

Mud covered her practical, dark blue frock, and now it was drying in front of the heat of the oven like a wet clay pot in a kiln. Louise shifted to give her backside time to warm.

“I had words with Mr. Saunders.”

“Ty Saunders?”

Toby burst through the door. “What happened!”

Her mind instinctively turning to business, Louise sent a reprimanding glance Toby’s way. “Who’s minding the store?”

“I put up a sign that said I’d be back. Please tell us what happened, Louise. It looks like you’ve been wrestling!”

His guess was closer to the truth than Louise cared to admit. “It’s just as well you’re both here, because I’m only going to say this once.” She lifted her chin and took a deep, fortifying breath. “Never, never, are we to have anything to do with the Saunders family.”

“Did Ty throw you down into the mud?” Toby asked, his voice sounding suspiciously enthusiastic.