Wanderlust Creek And Other Stories - Plot & Excerpts
She looked for just an instant, and then folded her lips together sharply and spurred her tall bay gelding forward, heading straight for them. The riders, seeing her coming, slackened their pace when she was about halfway across the meadow so they came to a standstill as she drew rein opposite them. “What are you doing here?” she asked abruptly. The older and heavier-built of the two men grinned, his close-set eyes flicking over her in a way that made her dislike him at once. “Why, miss, we’re ridin’. I guess you can see that.” “I meant what are you doing here on my land, and I think you knew that.” “Your land!” he repeated, sounding surprised, too surprised to be natural. Gloria fought a quick unreasoning urge to lose her temper at once. “Yes, my land and my husband’s.” The man grinned again. “Missy, you don’t look old enough to have a husband, let alone a nice piece of grazing land like this.” “Well, I can assure you, I’ve got both.” The color had come up a little in Gloria’s face at this personal turn to the conversation, but her voice remained uncompromising.
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