pretty young gal and four orphaned children, but what could he do when Susanne had chased him off the place?
What would his ma do?
He knew the answer. She’d find a way to help. But she wasn’t alive to help him find a way.
As he rode past the barn, he eyed the corrals. Susanne’s brother had certainly built them strong, though the wire fences around the pasture showed signs of neglect.
He rode past the farm, then stopped to look again at the corrals behind him. They were sturdy enough to hold wild horses...and he desperately needed such a corral... A thought began to form, but he squelched it. He couldn’t work here. Not with a woman with so many needs and so much resistance. Not with four white kids. Every man, woman and child in the area would protest about him associating with such fine white folk.
He shifted his gaze past the corrals to the overgrown garden spot and beyond to the field where a crop had been harvested last fall and stood waiting to be reseeded. He thought of the disorderly tack room. His gaze rested on the idle plow.
This family needed help. He needed corrals. Was it really that simple?
Only one way to find out. He rode back to the farm and dismounted to face a startled Miss Susanne. “Ma’am, I know you don’t want to accept help...”
Her lips pursed.
“But you have something I need so maybe we can help each other.”
Her eyes narrowed. She crossed her arms across her chest. “I don’t see how.”
He half smiled at the challenging tone of her voice. “Let me explain. I have wild horses to train and no place to train them.”
“How can that be? You live on a great big ranch.”
“My pa doesn’t want me bringing wild horses in.” He continued on without giving her a chance to ask any more questions. “But you have a set of corrals that’s ideal.”
For a moment she offered no comment, no question, then she finally spoke. “I fail to see how that would help me.”
“Let me suggest a deal. If you let me bring my horses here to work with them and—”
She opened her mouth to protest, but given that she hadn’t yet heard how she’d benefit he didn’t give her a chance to voice her objections.
“In return, I will plow your field and plant your crop.” The offer humbled him. He’d made no secret of the fact he didn’t intend to be a farmer. Ever. He only hoped his brothers never found out or they’d tease him endlessly. Even before he finished the thought, he knew they would. He’d simply have to ignore their comments.
“I have no desire to have a bunch of wild horses here. Someone is likely to get hurt.”
“You got another way of getting that crop in?” He gave her a second to contemplate that, then added softly, “How will you feed the livestock and provide for the children if you don’t?”
She turned away so he couldn’t see her face, but he didn’t need to in order to understand that she fought a war between her stubborn pride and her necessity.
Her shoulders sagged and she bowed her head. Slowly she came about to face him. “This morning I prayed that God would provide a way for me to get the crop in. Seems this must be an answer to my prayer.”
He was an answer to someone’s prayer? He kind of liked that. Maybe he should pray that God would make Himself plain to him. He’d sure like the answer to that prayer, as well.
“So I agree to your plan.” Her eyes flashed a warning. “With a few conditions.”
He stiffened, guarding his heart against the words he expected. Stay away from the children. Don’t think you can make yourself at home. Don’t forget you’re a half-breed. She might not use those exact words but the message would be the same.
“The children must be treated kindly at all times. And I don’t want them getting hurt because of the horses.”
His mouth fell slack. He was lost for words. Nothing about his heritage? Nothing at all?
“Ma’am, there is no need for such conditions. I would never be unkind to a child. Or an adult. Or an animal. Everyone deserves to be treated with respect. And I would never put anyone in danger. For any reason.”
She studied him for several heartbeats. She seemed to be searching beyond the obvious, but for what?
He met her look.
His mouth grew dry. He blinked and shifted away. He saw depths of need and a breadth of longings that left him both hungry to learn more and wishing he saw less.
“Then we have a deal.” She held her hand out.
He took it before she remembered he was a half-breed, and marveled at her firm grip despite the smallness of her hand.
Inside his heart, buried deep, pressed down hard beneath a world of caution, there bubbled to the surface a desire to protect.
The one thing he meant to protect was his heart. No one, especially a fragile blonde woman, would be allowed near it.
“We have a deal,” he said.
Their agreement would certainly solve two problems. But he wondered if it would create a whole lot more to take their place.
A little later, Tanner rode into the yard at Sundown Ranch. His brothers trotted over to the barn as he led Scout in. Though they were close in age—Johnny was twenty, a year younger than Tanner, and Levi two years younger—his brothers were as different from Tanner as was possible. Johnny lived to please his father and to prove he was part of the white world. Levi didn’t much care what anyone except Maisie thought.
“You get them?” Johnny asked.
“I sure did. Ten in all. And all three of Ma’s horses. I have them in that little box canyon over the hill.”
Big Sam ambled into the barn. “Howdy, boys.”
“Hi, Pa,” they replied.
“You capture them horses?” he asked Tanner.
“Ten. Now all I got to do is break them.”
“Sure wish I could help you out, but you know my feelings.”
Tanner did. They all did. He could hardly wait to see their surprise when he announced his good news.
The supper bell rang and the four of them crossed to the house. It was a one-story structure, nothing fancy, but, as Big Sam often said with a great deal of pride, it was solid.
Maisie waited at the door to greet them. As part of her many rituals, she got a kiss on the cheek from each man as he passed. Not that Tanner was complaining. She was a good, loving mama to Big Sam’s boys and had
