A Cowboy's Promise

Was it her imagination or had his eyes strayed to her breasts when he’d mentioned resting his head somewhere? “I’m a woman alone with two children, Mr. Cartwright.”

“I’ll give you a list of references.” He snapped his fingers. “As a matter of fact, call Jake Taylor over at the—”

“Gateway Ranch,” she finished for him.

“Taylor and I ate supper at Pearl’s last night.”

Amy trusted the ranch foreman. Jake Taylor had been a close friend of her grandfather. If Jake had any doubts about Cartwright’s character he’d tell her. “Excuse me a minute.” She headed inside. A sheet of paper with Jake’s cell number along with a dozen other neighbors’ numbers was taped to the wall by the kitchen phone. Jake answered on the second ring.

“Hi, Jake, it’s Amy.”

“Hello, Amy. Everythin’ okay out your way?”

“We’re all fine. Listen, I’m calling about Matt Cartwright.”

“The rodeo cowboy?”

“Yes. He said you two met at Pearl’s yesterday. He’s asking for a chance to work with Son of Sunshine.” She left out the part about Matt wanting to stash his bedroll in her house. “Can I trust him?”

“I’d bet my best pair of ridin’ gloves that he’s a man of his word. Ain’t nobody else willin’ to get near that horse.”

“I’m leaning toward giving him a shot,” she admitted.

“Tell ya what, missy. I’ll drop by soon and check on him.”

Reassured, Amy said, “Thanks, Jake.” After a brief goodbye she hung up.

An I-told-you-so grin greeted her when she stepped onto the porch. “Did I pass muster?”

“You passed.” She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. She wished she possessed half the cowboy’s self-assuredness.

“Where should I stow my stuff?”

“The barn.”

His face paled.

“You want to work with Son of Sunshine you might as well bunk with him, too.” Amy swallowed a chuckle at his worried frown. “I’ll loan you a pillow and a blanket for the cot in the tack room.” She heard noises coming from the kitchen—the girls were up for the day. Halfway to the door, she stopped and issued a warning. “I wouldn’t bother unpacking, Mr.—”

“Matt.”

“I have a hunch you’ll be calling it quits before day’s end.”

“We’ll see about that, won’t we? Amy.”

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