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embarrass Mr. Granger if he discovered her secret now. No sense in allowing him to know she understood every word.
    Granger grunted and waved the man away. “Thanks, Sam.” He turned to Angel. “I hate lettin’ you go, Angelo, but it’s your call. Go east. One hour from Sundance.” He held up a finger. “ Uno hour. Sí?”
    She grinned and nodded. “Sí. Gracias .”
    “No tener prisa.” He frowned. “Hope I said that right—no rush. Get some grub and bunk here. Start mañana”
    “Gracias, Señor Granger. Eat, then ride.” Angel headed toward the barn. She’d rub down her horse, give her a nosebag of grain, and hit the trail. The boss had tried to get her to stay in the bunkhouse before, but that wasn’t an option. Best ride an hour or so from the ranch where she was still in familiar territory, then get an early start in the morning.
    She stripped Bella’s saddle and turned her out in a pen to roll. Her horse deserved a short rest before riding out again. This new job had come just in time. No more hiding her long curls under her sombrero and speaking broken English. Once she arrived at the new ranch she’d be riding as Angel Ramirez. She only hoped the desperation in that telegram would last after her new boss discovered he’d hired a woman instead of a man.

Chapter Three

    Angel shifted in her saddle to ease the ache in her back. She’d been riding straight through for eight hours now, with only a couple stops to water her horse. A few minutes ago she’d skirted Sundance, loath to meet any strangers. The town was located on the edge of the Black Hills, and the founders had settled in a wide basin at the foot of Sundance Mountain. She’d kept away from towns most of her life and didn’t feel comfortable venturing into one now. The ranch lay about six miles northeast of town, not far from the Montana border, so she might be riding on ranch property now. At least she was close; she was thankful for that.
    A whisper of her spur against Bella’s side moved the mare into a swinging lope. The country had flattened out. This section was cattle country, with grassland as far as she could see, and only an occasional butte or rocky gully marked the land. The grass could easily feed thousands of stock. Of course, more cattle meant an increase in predators.
    After covering what must be a couple of miles she spotted a roofline. Reining in her horse, she stood in the stirrups. A cluster of buildings loomed ahead, with a two-story house off to the side. The lane leading to the house had an upright log set in the ground on each side of the hard-packed surface, with a slender pole nailed across the top between the two. Someone had burned the words S UNDANCE R ANCH into a board that hung from the crosspiece. Horses grazed in a pasture to the side of a barn.
    “It looks like we made it, Bella.” She ran her gloved hand down her horse’s neck and picked up the reins. “Let’s go see what our new boss thinks of us.” The mare broke into a canter and Angel let her go, the pace fitting the pounding of her heart.
    Angel wasn’t in a rush to reveal her identity. She tucked a strand of hair back inside her sombrero, suddenly glad that trail dust coated her body and that she’d worn a loose-fitting jacket. What if she’d made the wrong decision in coming out of hiding, and this man regretted his offer? She reined Bella to a trot. It might be best to take things easy.
    Bella slowed to a stop in the dusty area between the barn and the house. Angel surveyed the empty space, wondering at the lack of activity. She nudged Bella toward the hitching rail in front of the wood-sided house.
    The front door gave a slight squeak and swung open. A pretty blond woman stood framed by the doorway. She appeared to be at least ten years older than Angel and wore her hair in a bun. Small flowers dotted her lavender skirt, and gray buttons closed the front of the plain-cut blouse. A quizzical expression tugged at her mouth, but her eyes