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      “I’m trying to find Mustang Road. All I know is that this isn’t it.” He had a nice grin, friendly and unguarded, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Probably a story there, but she didn’t care to know it. Likely as not he wouldn’t be around long enough, and besides, whatever it was, it was personal.

      She wasn’t exactly the type of girl any guy went for. “It’s Mustang Lane, and you are about as lost as a soul can get, Sheriff. You need to backtrack to the main county road. Stay on the pavement until you hit the other side of our spread.”

      “And I would know that how?”

      “It’s the first intersecting road you come to. You have a dazed look on your face. Where are you from?”

      “Chicago.”

      “I’m guessing you haven’t seen so much open land except in an old Western?”

      “I noticed it on the plane when I flew out to interview, but I kept close to town. Didn’t get a chance to wander off the main street.”

      “Out here it’s mostly ranches, rangeland and cattle. You’ve got to keep on eye on cows, or don’t you know? They’re going to tear your vehicle apart.”

      “What?” He whipped around. Sure enough, the mammoth black-and-white creatures had abandoned their grazing to gnaw on his four-wheel drive. They clustered around it like a mob, mouths and tongues and teeth bent on destruction. One cow tried to pry the wiper off the windshield, another chewed on the side-view mirror. Several leaned through the open window licking the seats. Another pulled a clean T-shirt out of his duffel and waved it in the wind like a prize.

      “Shoo!” He didn’t know the first thing about cattle in real life, but he’d read plenty of Westerns where they were easy to scare into a stampede—not that he wanted a stampede, but this was a dire situation. He was responsible for that vehicle. How was he going to explain teeth marks to the town council? “Get up. Move along, little dogie.”

      The entire herd swiveled their heads in unison to study him curiously. Not one of them was the least bit scared. Not a single hoof shifted. The animals returned to chewing, licking and digging through his possessions as if he were no threat at all.

      “Move along, little dogie?” The woman on the horse laughed, a warm and wonderful sound. She dropped her reins, her hands at her stomach, watching him as if he was the funniest thing she’d ever seen. “That was a good one. I needed that.”

      “Glad to help out.” He might be inexperienced with cows, but he understood hard work. “Tough day?”

      “Tough and long.” She swiped her eyes. “Sorry, didn’t mean to poke fun at you. Do you know anything about cattle?”

      “Not in real life.” There was a lot he could tell her, but he didn’t. He rather liked the way she watched him with a crook of a grin and a look as if to say she had seen this before. Let her think what she wanted. He gave his hat a tug and turned his attention to her. “I read a lot of Westerns. Or, I did when my granddad was alive. He got me hooked on them. We would sit and read side by side for hours at a time.”

      “You must miss him.”

      “He passed on about eight years back, and yeah, I still miss him.”

      “I know how that is.” She’d lost her mom when she’d been in high school, and then her grandparents died one by one. It was the cycle of life—birth and death, love and grief—turning like the seasons, unable to be stopped. “Next time you come across cows in the road, you have to consider what you’re dealing with. Range cattle are used to being herded. Pets are not.”

      “And what I’ve got here are pets?”

      “Parnell has four daughters and 4-H animals galore. Watch and learn.” She reined her horse toward the herd.

      A cutting horse, he realized, a beautiful creature with a dark brown coat and a long silky black mane and tail. An American quarter horse, pedigreed, by the looks of those fine lines. Considering the dishpan profile, the wide, intelligent eyes and the impeccable conformation, his guess was a very well-pedigreed mare. Even more beautiful was the woman in command, sitting straight in the saddle as if she’d been born to ride. Woman and horse sliced through the middle of the swarm. Autumn Granger pulled something out of the pack tied behind her saddle.

      “Look what I have, guys. Cookies.” Wintry sunshine burnished her strawberry-blond hair as she held up a sandwich bag and rattled it.

      Cows swung in her direction, abandoning the mirrors, the bumpers and his luggage. Dozens of liquid brown eyes brightened with excitement as she opened the bag and shook it again. The enticing scent of homemade snickerdoodles carried on the wind, and even his stomach growled.

      “Follow me.” She circled around the car. The cattle bounded after her, and the earth shook with the force of their powerful hooves.

      “It was nice meeting you, Sheriff.” She tipped her hat. She looked awesome and powerful on the back of that horse, but up close it surprised him to see that she was petite and fragile. For all her presence, she was a bit of a thing with a heart-shaped face and delicate features, big, hazel eyes and a sugar-sweet smile. Slim and graceful, she leaned closer. “Don’t worry, they’ll go around you. This isn’t a rampaging stampede.”

      “Where are you taking them?”

      “Back to the Parnells. Easiest route is the road.” She glanced over her shoulder. “You had best stop off at the feed store and tell Kit at the counter you need molasses treats to keep in your rig. Next time you’ll be on your own, city boy.”

      The enormous creatures broke around him, their heads upraised, sniffing the air, their eyes bright with cookie hopes. They dashed around him, shaking the ground and jarring his teeth, and then they were gone, obscured by the rising cloud of dust like something out of an old cowboy movie. But it wasn’t the cows he missed. The cowgirl stayed on his mind, the sweetest thing he had ever seen. He pulled the keys from his pocket, rescued two shirts from the ground and stalked over to his rig.

      Autumn ended the call and tucked her cell into her pocket. Parnell would send someone over. The cattle would be taken care of soon. If there wasn’t a single problem getting home and she sped through Aggie’s care and a super-fast shower, she might make it into town to meet her friends on time. Maybe. She could only hope at this point. The work day wasn’t done yet, and who knew what would happen next?

      A cow’s sharp moo broke into her thoughts. What was wrong now? She twisted in her saddle. The bulk of the cattle were following her, straining for the cookie bag, but the ones in the back glanced behind them nervously. Another heifer took to lowing in protest. And could she blame them?

      Not one bit. The new sheriff had caught up with them. He trailed behind the herd in his Jeep, strobes flashing. What was the man thinking?

      “You are going to wear out those lights,” she called above the plod of three dozen cattle.

      “Miss Granger, you and the cows are a traffic hazard.” He leaned out the window, his dark hair tousled by the wind. “I don’t want anyone to get hurt, so I’m escorting you.”

      “Turn the lights off. They are giving me a headache and the cows aren’t liking it.”

      “Sorry, no can do. It’s procedure.”

      “I can keep this herd together if they bolt, but I’d rather not work Aggie that hard. She’s had a long day, too.”

      “I don’t want to get fired. The lights stay on.”

      “Don’t you know better than to argue with a woman who’s packing?” Not that she would shoot him or anyone—the Colt .45 she carried was strictly for frightening off wildlife and the occasional rattler—but it was fun to see the question pass across his face.

      “You’ve got a permit for that?”

      A permit? Autumn found herself grinning wider. He wasn’t too bad for an

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