LITMIR.BIZ

Скачать книгу

left pancakes and sausage in the oven,” the uncle told her.

      For the briefest second, she hesitated, then she opened the oven door and removed the plate. Perfect golden circles edged by two links of sausage were ready for eating. Her tummy rumbled, reminding her she hadn’t had much food the previous day. She’d been too tense and excited to eat.

      So much for great expectations.

      “There’s milk in the refrigerator,” Aunt Fay told her, peering over her glasses.

      Lyric poured a glass and took it, along with the coffee and food, to the table. The older couple moved newspaper sections to give her room. She ate in silence while they read and exchanged tidbits from the news.

      “Trevor and Travis are in the paddock,” Uncle Nick told her when she finished. “They’re working with some green cutting horses. Do you need to go to the doctor?”

      “No, thanks. I’m stiff but everything works.” After refreshing everyone’s coffee, she donned a hat and sunglasses, then carried her mug outside and ambled over to the wooden railing of the paddock beside the stable.

      The man astride a beautiful bay gelding with black tail and mane looked exactly like Trevor. She knew in a glance that it wasn’t. “You must be Travis,” she said, leaning on the top rail.

      “You got it right in one guess,” he told her, his smile brilliant against his tanned face and heartbreakingly like his twin’s. “What tipped you off?”

      “Your smile is friendly.”

      He guided the horse around the longe post and stopped it near her. “My brother’s isn’t?”

      She wished she hadn’t been quite so candid. “Maybe I take things too personally,” she finally said in a light tone as if she were only joking.

      The stable door opened. Trevor ducked his head and rode into the paddock on a magnificent black stallion.

      “Oh,” she murmured.

      “Beautiful, isn’t he?” Travis nudged the gelding closer to the rails as Trevor put the stallion through several routines such as spinning in a circle and backing, then standing beside a gate while his rider opened it. The two, moving as one, rode out into the pasture.

      “What’s his name?” Lyric asked, gazing after Trevor and his mount.

      “Boa’s Ebony. Eb for short.” Travis glanced toward the pasture, then back at her. “You ride?”

      “Does Texas have cactus?” she countered.

      “I’ll cut you out a sweet little mare,” he said and followed his twin into the pasture.

      Five minutes later, he returned with a roan mare. Lyric joined him in the stable. She picked out a saddle and waited while Travis outfitted the mare, then he offered her a leg up. She left her coffee mug on a shelf and swung into the well-used saddle, ignoring the pain in sore muscles.

      “Feels good,” she said.

      He nodded. “Let’s go.” He led the mare outside to where he’d tied his mount.

      The mare didn’t need guiding. She dutifully followed the gelding along a dirt track across an adjoining meadow.

      They were heading toward a tree-lined ridge, Lyric realized. The ridge defined the beginning of forest and hills that rose ever upward. In the distance one peak stood above several others.

      “Is that He-Devil Mountain?” she called to her escort.

      He followed her line of sight. “Yes. There are seven peaks that form a sort of semicircle along Hells Canyon. He-Devil is the highest at a bit over 9300 feet.”

      Hearing the staccato beat of hooves, Lyric looked over her right shoulder in time to see Trevor and the big stallion leap the stock fence of the pasture. They made a perfect picture against the brilliant azure of the sky as they sailed over the fence with a foot to spare.

      Her heart rose with them and lodged in her throat, making it all but impossible to breathe.

      “Trev was quiet for a long time after he returned from the rodeo circuit last October,” his twin remarked in a musing tone. “Some of us figured he’d met someone and fallen hard. Was that someone you?”

      She tried to smile as if the idea was absurd, but it wouldn’t come. “What makes you think that?”

      “Vibes. Or maybe it’s just that he’s quiet again this morning. I don’t think your aunt is the cause, so that leaves you.”

      “There isn’t anything between us,” she managed to say.

      His eyes, as blue as his twin’s, narrowed as he studied her. “I think there is.”

      “He hates me.” The words, spoken aloud, were stark.

      “Why don’t you two talk it over and clear things up?”

      “I…I tried. I wrote him.”

      Travis heaved an audible breath. “Yeah, he’s hard-headed. Don’t give up on him,” he advised.

      “I’m only here because of my aunt. She wanted to visit.” The lie nearly stuck to her tongue. “Where are we going?” she asked to divert attention to their journey.

      “The Devil’s Dining Room,” Travis said just as his twin rode up.

      The stallion pressed close to the mare, crowding between her and the gelding as if establishing his claim. Trevor’s booted foot brushed hers. Even that brief contact was enough to send needles of fire along her leg.

      She reined the mare away. “There seems to be a pattern of black markings on your ranch.” She spoke to Travis, but it was Trevor who answered.

      “There is,” he said, letting the stallion take the lead while his twin fell in behind them on the gelding. “Your mount and the gelding are both out of a retired stud. The mare will be bred to Eb here when she’s ready.”

      Lyric nodded stiffly. While familiar with all aspects of ranching, breeding and all that it implied were not topics she wanted to discuss with him.

      The stallion tossed its head and pranced.

      “He wants a run,” Trevor called. “You game?”

      She considered her aches, but nodded anyway.

      “Ready, set, go,” Travis yelled behind them.

      The mare took off a split second after the stallion did, almost taking her rider by surprise. Lyric leaned forward as excitement gripped her.

      The mare and stallion raced side by side across the wide meadow. Their hooves pounded in time with the beat of her pulse as she urged the mare on.

      “Yi, yi, yi,” she heard Trevor shout, pushing the stallion to a faster pace.

      Trevor and the stallion edged forward, outrunning her and the smaller horse. Lyric didn’t ask for more. She knew the mare was giving her all. Surprisingly they closed the gap and came abreast of the other two again.

      Trevor looked over at her. Her heart did a somersault at the intensity of his stare. Then the larger horse stretched out and left them in the dust.

      Lyric pulled up the mare and watched as the magnificent black beast ran like some mythical creature, hardly touching the ground as it flowed effortlessly with the wind. The rider seemed part of the magic, blending every movement with that of the stallion as they made a great circle.

      At last, rider and mount, at a canter now, returned to her and the mare. Trevor’s twin, she saw, had gone back to the paddock. Without direction on her part, her horse again followed the other one.

      They rode for an hour in silence, until they came upon a stream.

      “Let them drink,” Trevor said.

      She loosened the reins so the

Скачать книгу