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tune until he stepped into the pen with Charlie. “Hey buddy,” he said. “You ready to go for a ride?”
    The big bay, slowly strolled toward him, not necessarily bored, but very relaxed and comfortable to be around this two-legged companion. He lowered his head, just as Sandy had done for her and nearly put the bridle on himself. This was something a little bit strange in itself. The horses on their ranch seemed to be eager to be with their riders rather than the way that she had always had to chase down and force a bit into the mouth of the horses they rode in college. She recalled Amy’s irritation at the habit, which she had never understood before. Up until she had arrived at the ranch, she believed that it was a part of going to ride. Now, however, she knew different. It’s funny how perceptions can change?
    “How was your night?” he continued his one sided conversation. “You’re looking good this morning. Are you eager to get going? We have plenty to do.”
    She listened to the conversation and fought back a giggle as she tried to stay hidden in the stall.
    “Well, are you going to answer?” he said.
    Surely he didn’t expect the horse to answer. Was he some sort of magic horse that actually spoke to him? He acted like it, but she knew that it wasn’t possible. There was no possible way that he had discovered that she was there.
    “Playing shy this morning or do you think that I don’t know that you’re hiding in that stall?” he chuckled.
    How the hell did he know? What kind of man could see through walls? She knew damned well that he hadn’t seen her. Whatever the case, he certainly knew where she was, there was no point hiding any longer. “Good morning,” she said, trying to be casual.
    “Amy said you could take Sandy if you wanted to go with me,” he said, as though it was nothing new.
    How the hell did Amy know? This was too freaking weird. They seemed to know everything. She had to ask. “How did she know?”
    “I called and asked her after I saw you slip down here,” he said. “You wanted to go work cattle today or just go for a ride?”
    He was continuing on like it was a normal morning. To him maybe it was, but she was still struggling with the fact that she had surprised him at all. “You saw me come down here?”
    “My dear,” he said casually. “A fly don’t wiggle his ears on this place without me noting it. Seen you watching me every morning from the kitchen window for the last week.”
    How the hell? He had never even looked her way. It simply wasn’t possible. She took the bridle that he handed her and went to fetch Sandy. He was already saddled and was strapping on his spurs when she returned to saddle her horse with the saddle that Amy had told her was hers for as long as she needed it. Her mind was still swirling with questions about the cowboy as she worked at cinching it in place on Sandy’s back.
    She liked the fact that he didn’t step in and make her feel helpless like most men would have. She knew how to saddle a horse and didn’t need his help. He respected that and didn’t try to interfere. There were more and more little things that were coming together about the man which continued to draw her toward him.
    “There’s an old pair of chaps that used to be Amy’s hanging on a peg in the tack room next to that extra rope,” he said as he started to buckle on his own pair of chaps. “You better bring both. First, put these on.” He handed her a pair of spurs.
    She had never seen a pair of spurs, but she had seen them before. She wasn’t sure that she had the heart to use them. “I can’t jab those into this horse,” she said. “It’s cruel.”
    “You completely misunderstand spurs then,” he replied casually. “These horses are trained with cues he explained. “There are cues that you send with your hands down through the reins, cues that come from your knees and cues that come from a tickle with spurs. They aren’t for punishment or