Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Bill grinned. “Ask them, they may help with that also.” He went to his horse’s stall. “I’m following the kid and getting some pussy. Been to long.”
He waved at him but didn’t say anything else because what floated on the tip of his tongue wasn’t something he should be sharing. It wasn’t his place to ask another man to keep an eye on a woman pretending to be a man to help her family.
Fuck!
If he were smart, he would ride off after her and do what he’s wanted since the first time he realized Robert was really Rebecca.
Claim her.
Mark her.
Possess her.
Chapter 5
Cy rubbed the nape of his neck as he swung down from his roan gelding. He continued to ride a stockier horse than the slimmer faster ones used for the pony express. Not that his wasn’t fast, it wasn’t a draft horse, but the equine was bigger.
His horse snorted and shook his head, the black mane nearly hitting him in the face. On either side of him, two more of the guys who’d come to Demon Canyon with him dismounted as well. The next ride from his station wasn’t due for three more days so they were taking a bit of down time.
Did he want to be here? Not really.
Had he his choice in the matter he would have snagged Rebecca and not let her out of the bed until they’d both been completely sated. Hell, probably not even after that. In his mind, there wasn’t enough time to adequately explore that woman.
His woman.
My woman.
Once he’d ensured his leg would be just fine with his weight, he sighed and patted the horse on its neck.
Bill and Tyler glanced at him before moving toward the saloon. Tyler waggled his eyebrows at him.
“Coming with us?”
He had no wish to flirt with much less lay with another woman. Hell, even the mere thought of doing such a thing had his dick trying to hide.
Scratching his chest under his coat, he opened his mouth to refuse when a familiar dun caught his eye.
“Robert?”
The ones with him looked over to see Polaris moving toward them at a smooth jog trot, in the middle of the street, small dust swirls kicking up from the hooves as he moved.
Tyler held up a hand and whistled. The cowboy hat riding low over the rider lifted and he found himself snared by brown eyes. His heart turned over, even knowing that this was technically supposed to be Robert.
A small shift of the left hand on the reins, navigated Polaris closer to their side of the street even as the horse slowed.
“Didn’t know you were headed to town, Robert.” Cy secured his gelding then looked back at the rider.
“We’re heading to see the women.” Tyler grinned, showing off his misaligned teeth. “I heard both Sharla and Megan have taken a shine to you.”
Cy lifted an eyebrow as he held her gaze. Had they now?
Perhaps it was embarrassment which had her skin flushing, perhaps it was nothing more than the damn cold wind that never failed to whip through this canyon in winter.
“You joining us?” Why he asked the question he didn’t have a clue, it wasn’t like he wanted to partake in any of the women in there. No thanks. The one he wanted currently sat before him on a pony she’d gotten as a gift from the Indians in the area and was acting as her twin brother.
“No.”
That was it. One word. No further explanation.
Tyler stepped closer to the dun, head tipped back, black bandana around his neck fluttering in the wind. “Why not?”
Cy observed as the rider leaned down a tiny bit and shrugged. “Already been. Have to stop at the general store and pick up some staples.” That head popped up. “I was told I was making dinner because someone had other things to do today.”
Yeah, she was pissed. Cyrus knew this was going to take some doing to dig out of the hole he’d put himself in. Truth was, he had a lot of plans today and this hadn’t been one of them.
“Gonna make some of those biscuits you do, Robert? Your mama’s recipe?”
Tyler shifted closer and Cy swallowed back his possessive growl, not wanting any man close to his woman.
“That had been the plan, if I can get more flour from the store.” He sat up straight. “Reckon I’d best be getting along.” A tip of the cowboy hat and Polaris had moved on.
“No offense Cyrus,” Tyler said. “But that boy’s mama’s biscuits are damn good. Not hard like yours.”
He grunted, not wanting to talk about Rebecca posing as Robert cooking with him so he could keep her close to him. In his periphery he noticed how Bill watched him, calculating, wondering.
Without waiting for the others, he turned and stepped up onto the sidewalk and entered the saloon. Bill and Tyler right behind him. The riders immediately sought out women and headed up the stairs while he scanned the room for a game.