dinner as well. She had tried to refuse, but Dallas had put Angel on the phone, and Honey had succumbed to the other womanâs plea for company.
Honey felt that same inexplicable tension she always felt around Jesse. Her gelding sidestepped and their knees brushed. That simple touch produced goose bumps on her arms. She was grateful for the long-sleeved Western shirt that hid her reaction. She stared off toward the copse of pecans in the distance, avoiding Jesseâs startled glance.
And spotted a glint of sunlight off metal.
âThereâs someone in the trees behind you,â Honey said in a quiet voice. âI think he has a gun.â
Jesse said a few pithy words under his breath. âDonât let him know you see him. Help me get these steers moving toward the barn.â
âDo you think it might be one of the rustlers?â Honey asked as she loosened the rope from her saddle.
âDonât know and donât care,â Jesse said. âThatâs a matter for the police. Best thing for us to do is get ourselves and these cattle out of here.â
There was no discussion as they used whistles and an occasional slap with a lasso to herd the steers back toward the barn. When they were a safe distance away, Honey kneed her gelding over to join Jesse.
âIâve lost a lot of stock to rustlers since Cale died,â Honey said. âI suppose they donât believe Iâm any threat to them. But I didnât think theyâd dare let themselves be seen in broad daylight. Iâll call the police when we get back to the house andââ
Jesse interrupted. âThereâs no need for that. Iâll tell Dallas about it when I call to accept his dinner invitation.â
Honey frowned. âI guess thatâll be okay. Uhâ¦I suppose I should have mentioned Iâve also been invited to dinner. Would you mind if I got a ride with you?â
Jesse kept the dismay he felt from his face. He had hoped to use the time he was away from the ranch to do some other business without Honey being any the wiser. Having her along meant he would have to curtail his plans. But he couldnât think of a good reason to refuse her a ride that wouldnât raise suspicion. âSure,â he said at last. âWhy not? What time do you want to leave?â
âAround six, I suppose. Thatâll give me time after we finish with the vaccinating to get cleaned up and make some supper for Jack and Jonathan.â
âThat sounds fine. Meanwhile, until those rustlers are caught youâd better stay close to home.â
Honey glanced at Jesse to see if he was serious. He was. âI have a ranch to run,â she said.
âIâm here now. If thereâs work that needs to be done away from the house, I can do it.â
âYouâre being ridiculous. I donât thinkââ
âNo, you arenât thinking!â Jesse interrupted in a harsh voice. âWhatâs going to happen if you chance onto those rustlers at the wrong time? Theyâve killed before andââ
âKilled! Who? When?â
Jesse swore again. He hadnât meant to alarm her, just keep her safe. âA rancher near Laredo was found shot to death last month.â
âOh, my God,â Honey whispered. âSurely it wasnât the same rustlers who took my cattle!â
âWhat if it is? Better safe than sorry. You stay around the ranch house.â It came out sounding like the order it was.
Honey bristled. âIâm in charge here. And Iâll do as I please!â
âJust try leaving,â he said. âAnd weâll see.â
âWhy, of all the high-handed, macho cowboy talk I ever heardââ
Jesse grabbed the reins and pulled her geldingto a halt. âThese guys arenât fooling around, Honey. Theyâve killed once. Theyâve got nothing to lose if they kill again. I wouldnât want anything to happen to