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directions of the vast Calhoun land and so Jess set off on her own.

      The Double Bar C had been in the family for generations, and her father had worked hard so it would remain with the Calhouns for many more. Big Clay had loved his horses, especially this stallion, but there had been trouble since Storm had arrived at the ranch. The valuable horse had been mistreated in the past. Eventually Storm began to trust her father somewhat, but since Clay’s death a few months back, the horse’s behavior had gotten worse and no one had been able to handle him.

      She sighed, feeling the bite of the January cold against her cheeks. She slowed her horse as they came to the rise and suddenly caught a spot of black. Taking out her binoculars, she saw the welcome sight.

      “Hallelujah!” she cried out, seeing Storm. Then she looked again and saw a man holding on to his lead rope. She didn’t recognize him as one of the hands, then she spotted a truck and trailer alongside the road.

      “Oh, no, you don’t. You’re not going to steal Double Bar C property.” She kicked her heels into the mare and they shot off.

      Johnny had worked with the horse for close to thirty minutes and had made some headway. The animal was still in distress, but at least Johnny had gotten close enough to loop a rope around his neck so he could calm the animal.

      And what a beauty he was. His glistening black coat looked well cared for, he thought as he kept the spirited stallion moving in a circle. He pulled the rope taut, knowing he would need an arena to truly work him.

      The horse got more agitated when he heard a rider approach, but Johnny couldn’t take his attention from his task.

      “What do you think you’re doing on Calhoun land?”

      He was surprised to hear the female voice.

      “Trying to help this valuable horse.” He managed to maneuver around to see her.

      “He’s not your valuable horse—he belongs to my father.”

      He noticed the pretty buckskin mare, then he lifted his gaze to the tall blond beauty who sat straight in the saddle. Her long slender legs hugged the animal’s flanks and she controlled her horse as if she were born to ride.

      “Then maybe I should be having this conversation with Mr. Calhoun.”

      He heard her gasp, followed by, “That’s a little difficult since his death.”

      Thrown by the news, Johnny slowed the stallion but when the animal acted up, he turned his attention back to him.

      “Please accept my condolences, Ms….”

      “Jess Calhoun.” She took her lariat off her saddle.

      “What do you need me to do?”

      Back to the problem at hand. “If you can manage it, throw another rope over the stallion’s head?” he asked.

      “Storm. The horse’s name is Night Storm.”

      She swung the rope overhead and it took a few tries, but she finally hit her target.

      Johnny watched as Ms. Calhoun walked her mare backward, pulling the rope tight. That helped to get the animal under control. Somewhat.

      “Keep it taut.”

      She did.

      But she also needed questions answered. “Not that I don’t appreciate your help, but I have no idea who you are.”

      “Johnny Jameson. I was on my way to see Clay Calhoun. I had no idea about his death.” He wasn’t sure what else to say. “I spoke with your father last September in Dallas at a horse auction. He’d asked me to come to the ranch then, but I had a job to finish first and it went on a lot longer than planned.” He tugged on the rope. Would this horse ever tire out? “I called Clay right away, but I talked with your brother Holt. He assured me that I’d be welcome whenever I arrived.”

      He caught the sad emotion that played across her face. “When did Clay pass away?”

      “Late October. Pneumonia,” she finally said. “He waited too long to see a doctor.” She nodded toward the agitated animal. “Storm is Dad’s horse. No one else has been able to handle him.”

      The stallion pawed at the ground and breathed heavily through his nostrils. Johnny tugged on the rope.

      Jess watched in amazement. This tall dark stranger sure knew his way around horses. Was Jameson a horse breeder? “Wouldn’t want to buy a stallion real cheap, would you?”

      He grinned. “Don’t be so anxious to get rid of him. Like you said, he’s a valuable animal. I think he’s also the horse your father wanted me to work with.”

      Johnny Jameson was dressed in the standard cowboy uniform—jeans and Western-yoked shirt. His wide-brim Stetson shadowed his face, but she could see the chiseled cheekbones and deep-set eyes. When he tipped his head back she caught a glimpse of the gray color of his eyes and felt a tingle of awareness.

      No. She wouldn’t fall for another cowboy. She took out her cell phone and called Wes. She gave him her location. “More help will be here soon.”

      They stayed busy with the horse until finally the group of riders came over the hill.

      The foreman climbed down from his horse. “Damn, Jess. Your daddy would be proud.”

      “I didn’t do this,” she said as one of the men, Will Hinkle, took the rope, relieving her of her job. “Mr. Jameson here caught him.”

      Wes turned to the man. “I’d shake your hand, but I see you’re busy.” He paused. “Did you say Jameson? Johnny Jameson?”

      “That’s me.”

      The forty-five-year-old Wes grinned. “Well, I’ll be damned. You finally made it to our part of Texas.”

      Jess didn’t like being left out. “Finally made it?”

      Wes smiled. “Mr. Jameson is one of the top horse trainers around. I remember when Clay got back from Dallas. He was so excited and hopeful about Johnny coming to work with us.”

      Jameson turned those amazing gray eyes toward her. “Your father and I talked at length. As I said, he’s the one who hired me. Thing is, do I still have a job?”

      One of the Double Bar C hands drove Johnny’s truck to the ranch and gave Johnny the loan of his horse so that he could escort the stallion back personally. It took nearly an hour before Night Storm was back in his stall in the state-of-the-art horse barn at the ranch.

      Johnny led the animal inside himself. At least the equine was exhausted from his adventure. And Johnny was hoping he’d be calmer tomorrow so he’d get the chance to work with him.

      If he still had the job. Would the pretty Ms. Calhoun override her father and brother’s decision?

      Once the horse had been fed his special mixture of legumes and oats, Johnny walked outside along with Wes. “That’s the calmest I’ve seen Storm in weeks.”

      “Is he always so agitated?” Johnny asked.

      Wes grew serious. “Pretty much. Clay got him a little over a year ago. He’d been skittish to begin with and we couldn’t work out why, then we found the marks on his hind legs.”

      Johnny had missed those. Usually there was something that caused a horse to be distraught, leery. And abuse was often a big factor.

      “Clay was the one who handled him, but Storm could still be unpredictable. It’s gotten worse since Clay’s not around anymore. That’s why I let him out to graze this morning.” Wes tipped his hat back. “You saw how that worked out. So you think you can help him?”

      He liked a challenge. He wanted to prove, especially to the abuser, that Storm could be turned around. “All I promise is that I’ll try. That is, if Ms. Calhoun wants me to handle Storm’s training.”

      “It’s

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