changes that had been made. She was also silent, but she knew that the operation she saw was well run. The fences and paddocks were in excellent shape; the animals were healthy and spirited with no signs of ill-use; the buildings were strong and clean and wore fresh coats of paint. The bunkhouse had been added to and modernized. To her surprise, she also noticed several small cottages to the rear of the ranch house, some distance away but within a comfortable range. She pointed to them. âAre those houses?â
He grunted an affirmative answer. âSeveral of the hands are married. I had to do something or have some good men a long way off if I needed them during the night.â He slanted a dark glance at her, but Cathryn had no objection to the houses; it seemed a logical move to her. Even if she had an objection she wouldnât have voiced it, not wanting to start an argument with him. Not that Rule argued. He simply stated his position and backed it up. Without looking at him she was aware of the power of his body, his long, steely-muscled legs that controlled half-ton horses with ease, the dark-fire gaze that made people back away.
âWant to ride out and see the cattle?â he asked, and without waiting for her answer headed out, leaving Cathryn to follow or not. She followed, keeping the grayâs head just even with the chestnutâs shoulder. It was a brisk ride to the west pasture where the white-faced Herefords were grazing, and it made her predict ruefully that she would regret all of this in the morning. Her muscles werenât used to so much activity.
The herd was smallâastonishingly so. She said as much to Rule, and he drawled, âWeâre not in the cattle business anymore. What we raise is for our own use mostly. Weâre horse breeders now.â
Stunned, Cathryn stared at him for a moment, then shouted, âWhat do you mean? This is a cattle ranch! Who gave you the authority to get rid of the cattle?â
âI donât need anyone to âgiveâ me any authority,â he replied sharply. âWe were losing money on the cattle, so I changed operations. If you had been here, Iâd have talked it over with you, but you didnât care enough to visit.â
âThatâs not true!â she yelled. âYou know why I didnât visit more often! You know itâs because ofââ She cut herself off abruptly, sick with emotion but still stopping short of admitting her weakness to him.
He waited, but she said nothing else and he turned Redmanâs head back to the east. The sun was dipping low, but they kept to a leisurely pace, not talking. What was there to say? Cathryn paid no attention to their exact location until Rule reined in his horse at the top of a gentle rise and she looked down to see the river and a clump of trees, the wide sheltered area where she had swum naked that hot July day, and the grassy bank where Rule had made love to her. Though aware that he was watching her with sharp intensity, she couldnât prevent the healthy color from leaving her cheeks. âDamn you,â she said in a shaky voice, leaving it at that, but she knew that he would catch her meaning.
He removed his hat and raked his fingers through his hair. âWhat are you so upset about? Iâm not going to attack you, for heavenâs sake. Weâre going to walk the horses down there and let them have some water, thatâs all. Come on.â
Now the color flamed into her cheeks and she seethed at how easily he had made her make a fool of herself. She took a tight hold on her self-control and followed him down the slope to the river with no hint of her agitation showing on her face, but every inch of her body remembered.
It was here that he had found her skinny-dipping and harshly ordered her out of the water, threatening to haul her out if she didnât leave it willingly. She had stomped out of the river, outraged at his