Stranded With The Rancher

Alex looked around when he entered. “Isn’t he coming?”

“He’ll be here soon.” Wyatt walked over to her. “I don’t smell smoke.”

“Being a firefighter, too, I guess you’d know if there’d been a fire in here.”

Yup. But he had news for her. There’d been one set already. It had started last evening when she’d arrived. He’d felt an instant attraction and it had brought a wave of heat more intense than any fire he’d fought with his buddies.

They heard barking. Wyatt undid the zipper and Pali came in, shedding his parka. The dog padded over to Alex who leaned down to pet him. Then she smiled at Pali. “Why don’t you sit on the stool to eat?”

“Thank you.”

She poured him a mug of coffee and handed it to him. “I was just telling Wyatt how much I love this coffee. He told me you get it from a relative in Montana. Do you think I could order some when I go back to New York?”

That was the second time she’d talked about going home. Why that bothered Wyatt, he didn’t want to venture a guess.

“I will make sure of it.”

“That’s wonderful.”

She made plates for Wyatt and Pali, and one for herself. Then she sank down on her sleeping bag and fed a piece of bacon to Gip who looked like he was in heaven as he gobbled it.

“How did you happen to come to the US, Pali?” The writer was at it again.

“I was born on a little farm in Orbaizeta, known for its cheese made from the milk of the Latxa sheep. But there’s little money to be made at home, so I left and went to Nevada where I had friends. It was there I discovered there was an opening in Whitebark for a shepherd, so here I am, and I stayed.”

“That was my grandfather’s lucky day,” Wyatt interjected.

“I bet you miss your family.”

“Yes. I go back four times a year to visit, but I’m very happy here. You’re a good cook.”

“Thank you, but all I did was warm the bacon without burning it. Wyatt’s the one who deserves the honors.”

“I think you do, too, for making the most out of being here in a snowstorm.”

“That’s nice of you to say.”

“I understand you’re a food magazine writer.”

“Yes. I’m writing a story on the mutton and lamb industry and the reason for the costs. Tell me—do you eat a lot of lamb in your native country?”

“Some lamb stew. But mostly we like blood sausage made from the sheep. We fill them with blood and dry them before adding the rest of the sausage filler.”

She made such a funny sound. “For me that would be an acquired taste, I think.”

Wyatt chuckled.

“Some things worth relishing start out that way.” Pali shot Wyatt a glance with a knowing grin. He’d just sent a message that penetrated the skin and went deep. Wyatt’s grandfather had made a big mistake, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it right now.

The hell of it was, a part of him didn’t want to change a thing.

* * *

ALEX SIPPED THE last of her coffee as Pali got up and put his plate and mug on the camp table. “Thank you for the meal. Gip and I are going to take a look around and see if any of the sheep are in trouble.”

“I’ll go with you.” Wyatt followed suit, then the two men put on their parkas and gloves.

“I’ll clean up,” Alex offered, needing to be practical, considering the situation. Wyatt flashed her a glance from under sooty black lashes. She smiled. “I do know how to do that.”

“Terrific. I’m not sure how long we’ll be gone, but you have everything here you need.”

He was right. Everything and everyone she could ever want or need was right here. Who would have thought she would have to fly thousands of miles and end up on a mountain in a blizzard for the ice around her heart to melt? “I’ll be fine.”

His blue gaze swept over her. “When I get back you can interview me.” The men stepped outside, but the dog whined and wouldn’t leave.

“Gip!” Pali called to him. “My dog knows a good thing when he sees it. He’ll be begging for food from now on.”

Alex laughed. “See you later, Gip.” The intelligent dog answered with a bark and left the tent.

She stood outside on the path Wyatt had made and watched until they were out of sight. There was still cloud cover, but the snow was slowing down. One look at Wyatt’s barely visible truck and she wondered how they would ever leave. Jose had said he’d be up to get her later today, but that wouldn’t be possible.

Alex went back inside to do the dishes and straighten the tent. How strange to be doing domestic work like this. Not her normal regimen.

Since the whole area must have awakened to the results of this storm, Wyatt’s grandfather would be fully aware of their situation. Being the ultra sheepman, he would know everything had come to a standstill. But probably no one knew how long they would be stranded.

That realization filled her with an excitement she hadn’t known in years. Alex would welcome all the extra time given her to get to know Wyatt Fielding better.

Taking advantage of her privacy, she warmed some water. After a quick sponge bath, she brushed her teeth and also gave her hair a good brushing. Then she put on a pair of her designer jeans and a clean blouse. For want of an extra sweater, she wore the same yellow crewneck with it.

Once she found the recorder in her suitcase, she sat down on the stool and talked into it about what she’d learned from Wyatt so far. When he returned, she’d get his voice recording.

While she waited for him, she prepared a list of questions on her laptop. In Casper, she’d made several recordings with experts. Alex listened to them now and planned to discuss what she’d already learned to see if Wyatt was in agreement or not.

When three hours had passed, she put her things aside and went out to the privy. After coming back, she washed her hands, then took stock of the food supplies. Wyatt had stacked canned goods against the rear wall of the tent. The tortillas and ground beef stood out and she decided to make tacos for lunch.

After putting the cleaned skillet back on the little stove, she popped open a can and poured in the beef to heat it. She would use the smaller pan to warm the tortillas. Then she made a fresh pot of coffee.

Before long she heard voices outside the tent and looked toward the opening. She was thrilled to see Wyatt walk inside.

“Sorry you were left so long.”

“No problem. I have lunch ready.”

“Give me five minutes to set up one of my pup tents outside—we have an injured ewe. Then I’ll be back.”

Wyatt grabbed the shovel and went back out. A minute later he returned and walked over to a corner where he kept a lot of gear. He carried a tent bag on his shoulder with careless male grace.

She stepped outside to watch him set it up. Then he walked over to the camper. In a minute, he and Pali came from that direction carrying the injured sheep and put it inside. Next, Wyatt returned to the larger tent with the shovel before he reached for a small satchel and went back out. Before long he came in and took off his parka.