Miss Murray On The Cattle Trail. Lynna Banning
Читать онлайн книгу.
“That hurts!”
He walked the roan over and lifted her into the saddle as carefully as he could while she grabbed her injured arm and gave little groans of distress. Then he had to pry her left hand away from her right arm, which she was clutching, and lay the reins in her hand.
“Wait! I told you I’m right-handed, so how—”
“Any good cowhand can ride with the reins in either hand. So do it. And don’t jerk on the lines. Tossing you out of the saddle is the horse’s way of telling you that you’re not doing it right.”
“Oh.” Her voice sounded funny. “All right, I’ll try.”
Good girl. She might be green, but she had guts.
She urged the horse forward, and after the animal took a few halting steps, Zach strode over to where he’d left Dancer and hauled himself into the saddle. It was going to be a long, achy day for her. Part of him felt okay about that. Might teach her a lesson. The rest of him felt halfway sorry for her. He’d bruised a few shoulders in his time. Hurt like hell.
Hours later they came upon the chuck wagon and Cherry’s remuda on a rise overlooking a long valley. The herd plodded to a halt and the hands began turning their horses over to Cherry and washing up for supper. Almost against his will, Zach kept his eye on Dusty.
Curly lifted her out of the saddle, and she moved very slowly toward the wash bucket. Roberto stopped her.
“Señorita Alex, let me fix your arm.”
She followed him to the chuck wagon, where he pulled a clean dishtowel from one of his drawers and expertly fashioned it into a sling. Then he pressed the bottle of liniment into her hand.
“Tonight you must use this again. Make better.”
“Thank you, Roberto. I’m sorry I won’t be able to help you wash up the plates tonight.”
“No problema, señorita. I get José to help.” He spooned a big dollop of beans onto a tin plate and added a chunk of corn bread, then folded her left hand around the edge.
Zach watched her thank the old man again and settle herself on a log by the fire pit. The hands dug into their suppers, and Zach took his plate and a fork and went to stand outside the circle of firelight.
But Dusty just sat there, staring down at her plate.
Roberto noticed. “What is wrong, Señorita Alex? No hungry for my chili beans?”
“I...I can’t eat with my left hand. I can’t control the fork.”
The cook frowned. “I give you a spoon, okay?”
But after she dribbled beans down the front of her shirt it was clear she couldn’t manage the spoon, either.
Suddenly Zach couldn’t stand it one more minute. “Move over,” he ordered, settling himself next to her. He grabbed her spoon and loaded it up with beans. “You’re a lot of trouble, you know that? Open your mouth.”
Obediently she did so, and he shoveled some beans past her lips. She swallowed them down and looked up at him.
“Thank you, Zach.”
He gritted his teeth, broke off a bit of the corn bread and motioned for her to open her mouth again.
“Just like feeding a baby bird,” he muttered when the corn bread disappeared. Then he wished he hadn’t said it because her cheeks got pink, and when she glanced up there was real pain in her eyes.
Blue eyes, he noted again. Dark blue, like the morning glories Alice grew on the Rocking K porch trellis.
He bit his lip and loaded up her spoon again.
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.