Chapter Two

      Rose sighed as Grub, their not-so-fine watchdog, suddenly realized there was company and let out a woof. Johnny-come-lately, as Caleb described him.

      At the doggie intrusion Duke’s horse reared and backed away, dragging Duke after him. “Whoa, there. Settle down.” Duke spoke firmly but the animal’s nostrils flared and he had his hands full controlling him.

      Rose watched, amused and at the same time annoyed because he chose to ride a horse that was so headstrong.

      Billy led his horse forward and caught her attention to him. He laughed as the floppy-eared dog trotted up, tripping over himself on the way. “What’s your doggie’s name?” He reached down to pat Grub and earned himself undying devotion.

      She’d been so distracted by Duke’s presence the other day that she’d neglected to inform Billy. “Grub.”

      Billy rubbed behind Grub’s ears. “You’re a good dog, ain’t ya? I can tell.” He straightened and sighed. “I wish I had a dog.”

      Three cats wandered from the barn, curious as to the disturbance.

      Billy cooed and scooped one up in his arms. “I wish I had a cat, too.”

      “You’re welcome to play with ours anytime.” She’d suggest he take one of them home with him but she had no idea if the Caldwells would take kindly to the idea. She wouldn’t let a cat go where she couldn’t be sure it would be treated properly.

      Billy studied Rose, his brown eyes wide. “You’re a nice person.”

      She smiled. “Thank you.” It was nice to be appreciated. “How’d you get to be friends with Duke?” It puzzled her no end that Duke would pick Billy for a sidekick. She’d expect a Caldwell to choose someone big and brawny. Perhaps Billy had done the choosing.

      Billy’s chest puffed out. “He saved me from drowning.”

      Rose stared. “He did?” She squinted at Duke a few feet away, his horse now reasonably calm.

      Billy hung his head. “I jumped in deep water.” He gulped. “On purpose.”

      His comments didn’t make sense, unless— “Can you swim?”

      “No, I can’t.”

      “Then why did you jump in?”

      Billy hung his head and kicked at a lump on the ground until it dislodged and skittered away. “I wanted to die,” he whispered. “People always call me bad names.”

      “Oh, Billy.” She squeezed his shoulder. “I’m sorry people say unkind things and I’m glad you’re okay.”

      Billy’s eyes were awash with joy. “Me, too, ’cause now I get to meet you, and Duke is my best friend.”

      Duke led his horse back to them and Rose studied him out of the corner of her eye. He’d saved Billy’s life, which made him a good man. So could she believe him when he said the feud was over? But no matter what, he was still a Caldwell. If she didn’t remain cautious and alert as to the goings-on of the Caldwell cowboys, someone might get hurt. Worse than last time. She wasn’t about to let down her guard.

      Duke stood in front of her, his eyes watchful, as if he expected something from her.

      Perhaps he expected her to greet his announcement with unbridled joy. She studied him, his strong features and his blue, blue eyes that seemed to see clear through her.

      He smiled and his eyes danced with crystal light. “Have you decided you like what you see?”

      Heat rushed up her neck and she jerked away to stare toward the river, hoping he wouldn’t see her cheeks coloring. Never would she admit she thought him handsome and considered the blue in his eyes as vivid as any sunny Montana day.

      She shook her head. “I’m trying to decide if you truly believe the feud has ended or if you have some particular reason why you want me to believe it.” For years the Bells had hoped and prayed for this dispute to stop. She couldn’t believe it could end so easily—simply with his say-so. The doubts twisted through her thoughts.

      “What do you hope to gain by saying it’s over?” she asked him. Would he make such a claim if he simply wanted to spend time with her?

      Why would he?

      All he had to do was ask. Would she agree if he did? Her head said no. He was a Caldwell and, as such, not to be trusted on the Bell farm. In fact—her eyes narrowed—it seemed likely he was looking for a weakness, an opportunity to drive them off.

      But her heart pushed forward a protest. There was something about Duke that drew her like a moth to a flame. She’d always been attracted by his power, his energy, his happy spirit. Now, seeing Billy’s devotion, she was drawn even closer.

      Moths got burned if they got too close to the flames, she reminded herself.

      “Maybe I just want us to be friends and neighbors.” His voice carried a harsh note, as if her doubts offended him.

      “We’ve been neighbors for eight years,” she pointed out. “But the Caldwells have never wanted to be friends.”

      “Not all the Caldwells.” He spoke softly, but there was no mistaking the firmness in his words.

      They considered each other, neither blinking. The air between them shifted and shimmered like a summer mirage. It seemed full of possibility.

      With a great deal of effort she pulled her gaze away and stared into the distance. For the life of her she couldn’t explain what was happening between them. Nor could she pull a single word from her confused brain.

      After a minute Duke turned with a muffled sound. “We better go.” He swung up into his saddle.

      “Can I come and visit you again?” Billy asked.

      Her voice returned, though somewhat croaky. “You’re welcome anytime, Billy.”

      He cheered as if he’d won a goal