Dont have time. We got some green colts penned and some of the boys are gonna try to halter em. Id better be there. These youngns try to hurry things along. I have a hell of a time tryin to teach them that when youre dealin with horses, the slow way is the fastest way.
Maura smiled. How many times had she heard her own father say the same thing, she wondered fondly. Like Abe, Doyle Donovan was a horseman and would be until he died.
Turning toward the house, Abe motioned for her to follow. Come along inside, Abe said to her. Ive got a chore for ya. That is, if you dont mind doin it.
Curious, Maura followed the old man into the house, where he immediately walked over to a rolltop desk that was situated in one corner of the small living room. Inside the desk, he pulled a large white envelope from one of the storage slots, then waved it in Mauras face.
This came in the mail yesterday. Quint needs to look it over. Pronto. I called him last night, but he says he cant get back over here for a few days. Id like for you to take these papers over to the Golden Spur.
Go to Quint Cantrells ranch? The thought of seeing the man again sent a thrill of excitement zinging through Maura. Yet at the same time, she was wary of meeting him on her own without Abes presence to act as a buffer. The other evening, during his short visit, Quint had been polite enough to her, yet shed sensed he wasnt all that pleased about Abes having a nurse. If he decided to really jump her out about the issue, she didnt know how she would handle him.
Lord, Maura, you wouldnt know how to handle Quint Cantrell under any circumstance. Hes way too much man for a woman like you. And dont you forget it.
Iwell, if its important to you, Id be glad to, she finally said. After all, the man was paying her an extravagant wage for being his private nurse. And it was her job to see that he didnt fret unduly over things. Is the ranch hard to find?
No trouble at all, he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. Ill make you a little map while you go fix yourself up or whatever it is you women do before you leave the house.
Maura wasnt about to fix herself up for Quint Cantrell, but she couldnt say that to Abe. Instead she went to her room and hurriedly showered, then changed into a cool white shirt over a pair of Levis. After swiping a brush through her hair and a bit of peach color across her lips, she returned to the living room and found Abe waiting with the map and papers in hand.
As he watched her approach, a wide grin spread across his face. Here you go, honey. The map is easy to follow. Just take your time and dont get in no hurry to get back here. I feel good. Not nary a vertigo spell. Maybe Im plumb over em.
Abes way of putting things made Maura want to laugh out loud. Instead, she said with a straight face, If youre plumb over them, Abe, then you probably dont need me to keep hanging around here.
Frowning now, he reached out a bony hand to grip one of her shoulders. Maura, now I was just tryin to be positive. We both know that those damned spells could hit me right out of the blue. And I aint lyin when I say that theyre scary things. Makes me feel like Im dyin. What would I do if you werent around to get my head straight and all those little marbles back in place?
He had ten men working here on this end of the ranch, not to mention several more on the western half of Apache Wells property. Except for the nights, the man was never alone. True, none of the ranch hands had any medical training, but then Abe wasnt looking for them or her to keep him physically safe, she realized. It was becoming obvious to her that he wanted her here for other, emotional reasons, and for now Maura was content to leave things at that.
Theyre not marbles that make you dizzy, theyre pieces of calcium that float around, she pointed out to him. But dont worry, Abe. Im not leaving. I just want to make sure that youre still okay with me being here.
The worried frown on his face eased into a genuine smile. Im better than okay. Havin you around is almost like havin Jenna back.
Maura patted his arm. Since shed moved onto the ranch, Abe had talked to her a lot about his late wife. He was clearly still in love with the woman and missed her greatly. She empathized with the old mans loss. Especially now that she was on her own and her bed was as empty as her heart.
Im glad, she said softly, then clearing her throat, she promised, Ill be back later this evening.
An hour later, on Highway 380, Maura very nearly missed the small sign on the left side of the road. Golden Spur were the only words written on the piece of tin nailed to a cedar fence post, but that was enough to tell Maura it was Cantrell property. The simple sign also told her that there was nothing showy about Quint Cantrell.
Turning into the entrance, she drove her Ford over the wooden cattle guard, then pulled to one side of the dusty road to study the map Abe had sketched for her.
From this point she would travel north for ten miles, then take the left fork in the road and drive due west for five more miles. The ranch house, Abe had told her, sat at the foot of a bald mountain.
Before she could take note of the butterflies in her stomach, Maura lifted her chin and stepped down on the gas. There wasnt any need for her nerves to jump around like a swarm of grasshoppers, she assured herself. It wasnt like she was going to see the man for personal reasons. All she was doing was making a delivery.
Normally, Quint was rarely in the house during the daytime. He couldnt waste the daylight. But today the wire stretchers had malfunctioned and barbed wire had popped loose, lashing backward to catch Quints forearm. The long barbs had ripped the denim fabric of his shirt like a piece of fragile paper and torn a deep gash into his flesh.
The bleeding had forced him to come to the house and make an effort to patch up the wound. Now as he stood at the bathroom sink, pouring alcohol into the angry lesion and gritting his teeth against the sting, he heard a faint knock at the front door.
Figuring it was the man hed been working with, he yelled out, Come on in, Jake. Get yourself a beer from the fridge, while I try to wrap up this thing.
Umthis isnt Jake, a female voice called back.
Stunned by the sound, Quint wrapped a small towel around the wounded arm and hurried out of the bathroom and down a short hallway to the living room. The moment he spotted Maura standing just inside the door, he halted in his tracks.
What are you doing here? he asked without preamble.
She answered his question by holding up a long white envelope. The papers your grandfather wanted you to have. He sent me to deliver them.
Papers? Quint couldnt remember talking to his grandfather about papers, but then his days and nights were filled with so many tasks that after a while everything began to run together. Besides, he could hardly think. Just seeing Maura Donovan standing inside the walls of his house was enough to jar his senses. Dressed in a pair of clinging jeans and a close-fitting shirt, she was just as sexy and attractive as he remembered and for a few seconds he forgot about the pain slicing through his arm.
Oh. Well, just lay them anywhere, would you? Right now Im Grimacing he glanced ruefully down at his arm. Im in a bit of a mess. If youll excuse me, Ill
Oh. Well, just lay them anywhere, would you? Right now Im Grimacing he glanced ruefully down at his arm. Im in a bit of a mess. If youll excuse me, Ill
Her eyes followed his gaze down to the bloody towel wrapped around his arm. Quickly stepping forward, she exclaimed, Youve hurt yourself! Let me help.
Quint unconsciously took a step backward. Its not that bad. Just give me a minute and Ill slap a bandage on it.
Concern marking her brow, Maura placed the envelope on the nearest end table, then closed the distance between them. Dont be silly, Quint. Im a nurse. Not waiting for his permission, she wrapped her hand firmly around his upper arm. Its my job to deal with wounds.
Since Quint could hardly argue that point, especially now that she had a grip on him, he said, Okay. I have some things set out in the bathroom. Lets go in there.
Dropping her hold on his arm, she followed him down a short hallway and into the small room. A vanity surrounded a white lavatory and after hed removed the towel and his shirt, she quickly positioned his injured limb over the clean basin.
How did this happen? she asked.
A piece of barbed wire came loose from the stretcher and whacked me.
She was taller than hed first thought, he realized. If her head hadnt been bent over his arm, the top of it would have measured to a spot just beneath chin.
It looks to me as though this could use a stitch or two, she told him. Have you had a tetanus shot lately?
The close proximity of her body was rattling him, while the sweet, flowery scent of her skin and hair seemed foreign to a man that mostly kept his distance from women.
No, he answered gruffly. Just clean the thing out and Ill take my chances.
Turning her head, she gave him an impatient glance. Thats not very smart of you.
Ive never been accused of being smart. Besides, you medical people go overboard with precautionary measures. Gramps would consider this a scratch.
A soft sigh escaped her. Have you always tried to fashion yourself after your grandfather?
Not always. Quint certainly wouldnt have a nurse living with him, he thought ruefully. Especially if he didnt need one.
Thankfully, she turned her attention back to his arm and Quint gritted his teeth as she used a nail brush to scrub the lesion with water and antibacterial soap.
What the hell are you doing? he demanded. Trying to rip open my arm even more?
Sorry. I know it hurts, but its important to make sure no debris is left behind. Was the wire rusty?
No. It was newgalvanized. To his surprise the scrubbing hadnt made the bleeding worse. In fact, it was on the verge of stopping completely.
Thats good, she said. At least we dont have that problem to worry about.
We? It was his arm. As far as he could see, she didnt have anything to worry about. But he kept the thought to himself. If she was kind enough to offer her services, he could at least show his gratitude.
Once she had the cut clean and dried, she applied antiseptic, then ointment. Quint couldnt help but notice how her hands had gentled during the process and now her fingers felt warm and soothing against his flesh as she slowly wrapped gauze around his forearm.
Is this all the gauze you have? she asked.
Afraid so. I might have some horse bandage down at the barn, he suggested.
She glanced up at him and Quint felt something inside him jerk as he met her earthy-green gaze. There was something very womanly about Maura Donovan, something he couldnt ignore, but was desperately trying to.
No thanks, she replied. Ill make do.
Her focus returned to his arm and Quint found himself taking in her dark hair. It was smooth and shiny and threaded with lighter and darker shades that all blended to make an auburn shade so deep it verged on being black. The length of it nearly reached her waist and Quint wondered how it would look draped against her naked back.
There. That should keep it protected for a while, she announced as she rose to her full height. But I wouldnt advise getting the bandage wet and youll have to change it tomorrow or the next day.
To Quints dismay, he realized hed only caught a portion of her words because his mind had been too busy conjuring erotic images of her. What was the matter with him? Since Holly had dumped him for another man, hed found it damned easy to ignore the sexual pull of a woman. The humiliation shed put him through had killed his libido deader than a dose of potassium nitrate.
But now, with this sultry nurse standing far too close for his comfort, he was feeling things again. Things that could only lead to trouble.
Ill be sure to take good care of it.
She slowly released her hold on him, then turned to fetch his shirt from the end of the vanity. When she pivoted back, she was holding the shirt out for him to stick his arms through.
Let me have it, he said. I dont need help getting dressed.
Dont try to act like such a he-man, she said softly. I wont tell anybody I helped you.
Knowing it wasnt wise to linger in such close quarters with her, he decided not to argue and was glad that he hadnt as he struggled to push the bundled arm through the shirtsleeve.
Dont be surprised if your arm is already starting to feel stiff, she said. Youre going to have one hell of a sore muscle for a while.
Im finding that out, Quint muttered.
Once his arms were in the sleeves, she smoothed the fabric over his shoulders, then stepped back to allow him to button the garment himself. Quint found it safer to look at the buttons rather than her.
A couple of over-the-counter pain relievers will help.
I have some in the kitchen, he told her, then motioned for her to precede him out the door. Would you like something cool to drink? Its the least I can do for bandaging me. I was having a heck of a time trying to manage with one hand.
He began to move down a short hallway and Maura followed him into a large kitchen. A row of paned windows ran along the west wall of the room and without any curtains or shades to cover them, the afternoon sun streamed golden shafts across the old printed linoleum covering the floor.
The house was very livable, yet it was far from fancy. In fact, Maura was totally surprised to see how modest Quints living quarters actually were. Anyone whod lived for any length of time in Lincoln County and beyond was aware that the Cantrell family was rich. Abe owned thousands and thousands of acres and his cattle ranch, Apache Wells, had long been one of the most profitable in the state. On another section of land, just north of Alto, Quints father, Lewis, had also built a cattle empire called the Chaparral. Maura had never visited that particular ranch, but her parents and older brother Conall had attended a party there. From what theyd said, the Chaparral house was a showy hacienda with luxury and space to spare. So why was the younger Cantrell living like this? she wondered. Because he wanted to emulate his grandfather?
While he headed to the refrigerator, he gestured toward a small, round dining table. Have a seat, he invited. I have beer, soda or fruit juice. Take your pick.
Soda is fine, she told him as she eased onto one of the wooden chairs.