do,” he said as nonchalantly as he could manage. “It’s been a long day. Come on, let’s go have some supper.”
He downed two more slugs of pain remedy before entering the hotel dining room and, as he ate, his steak seemed to taste more and more delicious and the stale coffee less bitter. How much laudanum was in this pain stuff, anyway? Even Maddie’s stiff silence was less annoying.
Fact was, even bone tired with an arm that throbbed, he was beginning to feel pretty good. Who cared if she wanted to keep quiet? It was a rare woman who could talk a blue streak most of the time but keep her mouth closed when it was necessary. He had to give her some credit.
The waiter removed their plates and brought more coffee and some tea for Maddie. “You folks going to the carnival? Got some real pretty gir—uh, horses, I hear.”
“Horses?” Maddie’s eyes took on a sparkle he hadn’t seen before.
Jericho wasn’t interested in the girls the waiter tried not to mention, but horses? That was another matter. No matter how weary he felt, he always liked looking at good horseflesh.
“Oh, could we?” Maddie begged. “Please?”
He stared at her. He’d never heard her use the word “please” before. So the city girl liked horses, did she? Well, why not have a look?
The Summer Carnival was a six-block section of the main street, blocked off at either end. Admission was a nickel, and Jericho gallantly dropped two nickels into the burly ticket taker’s palm, one for him and one for Maddie.
She nodded her thanks. “Where are the horses?”
“Yonder.” The man tipped his graying head over his shoulder. “Behind the gypsy fortune-teller.”
Maddie wheeled in the direction indicated and started off down the walkway. She was in such a hurry, Jericho found he couldn’t keep up with her. He trailed her past the green-painted ice-cream stand and a man poking flaming swords down his throat to a roped-off area where a half dozen horses waited patiently for riders.
“Oh,” Maddie breathed. “How beautiful they are!”
He’d never heard such awe in her voice, but he had to agree. “Probably from a ranch nearby. They’d never look this good if they’d been herded up from Sacramento, or even shipped by rail.”
Maddie caught his good arm and pointed. “Look at that one, with the cream-colored mane.”
He’d been looking at that animal; she was a beauty, all right. A mare, maybe three or four years old, a golden-tan color with cream mane and tail. “You’ve got a good eye for horseflesh, Maddie.”
“In addition to the bank, my father owned a fancy riding stable in Chicago. All the society ladies took equestrienne lessons.”
Jericho moved in close to the palomino mare, let her smell his neck and chest.
“I do want to ride him.”
“Her,” he corrected. “Mares don’t have—” He swallowed the rest. “Sure, if you want to.”
She sidled up next to the horse and cautiously laid one finger on its nose. Then she looked up at Jericho with a yearning in her eyes that made his stomach flip.
“Could I really ride him? Her, I mean?”
The wrangler led the animal to the center of the roped-off corral. “She’s real gentle, Miss. You ever ridden before?”
“N-no, not much. My father never allowed me to ride.”
“Well, then, your man here can hold the rope so’s the mare can step real slowlike in a circle around him.”
Jericho walked her close to the animal and raised one knee so she could mount. “Put your foot here, Maddie, and I’ll boost you up.”
“Boost me? Is that proper?”
He laughed. She was one citified lady, all right. “Probably not,” he intoned for her ears only. “But seein’ as how we’re sleeping together...”
She sent him a dark look, then edged closer. Gripping his bad arm, she lifted her tiny little shoe onto his knee and he hoisted her up. He kinda regretted that she didn’t need more of a boost to her posterior; he enjoyed laying his hand on that nicely rounded behind.
His elbow gave a sharp twinge, which he ignored. The wrangler tossed him the lead rope and Jericho led the mare in a circle around the ring. Maddie kept a death grip on the saddle horn, but she made quite a picture in her pouffy hat and yellow shirtwaist, even with a black-rimmed bullet hole in one sleeve.
She rode around him a dozen times. Every so often she freed one hand and leaned forward to tentatively pat the mare’s neck.
“Good girl. Good horse. My, you are beautiful. You look like a big dish of coffee ice cream with caramel sauce.”
Jericho laughed out loud. After her last circuit she drew back on the reins and the horse stopped. “How do I get down?”
He dropped the lead rope and strode toward her, intending to hold out his arms. Oh, damn, he remembered he didn’t have two arms. Instead, he reached up and slid his good hand around her waist.
“Bring your other leg over the saddle and then jump down.” He gave her a little tug.
She went pale, but she lifted her leg over the saddle. Her skirt kicked up, revealing a froth of petticoats, and when she slid off she stumbled hard against him. For just an instant he felt her soft breasts brush against his chest.
Lord in heaven.
“Oh, that was wonderful,” she cried. “Wonderful.”
Jericho groaned. He thought so, too, but it wasn’t the horse he admired. It was her.
Maddie practically danced out of the corral. “Such a beautiful animal. You simply cannot imagine how happy riding her makes me!”
Jericho blinked. “You’re that happy about a horse?”
“Oh, yes. I sense a kindred spirit in the animal.”
“That never happened before?”
“No. Never. As I said, Papa never let me visit his fancy riding stable. I’m going to call her Sundae.”
“Kinda odd to fall in love with a horse, Maddie.” He meant it as a joke, but her face immediately looked grave.
“All my life I have felt different. Alone. Even when I was married.” She gave a little half sob. “Then,” she said in a voice so low he could scarcely hear her, “it was even worse.”
Jericho nodded. He knew what she meant. In fact, he knew exactly what she meant, but he was sure surprised at her words. “Yeah, I can understand makin’ friends with a horse. Glad you enjoyed it.”
Well, yes and no, Jericho admitted. He found himself a mite irritated at her feelings for the animal. Almost as if he was...
