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    De Luca shrugged. “I headed out as soon as I got your wire. Took awhile to get here.”
    “No matter. That all your gear?”
    “It’s all I need.”
    Travis stared for a long moment. Something about this man felt strange. Maybe it was the pitch of his voice or the fact he wasn’t speaking Spanish. Someone got it wrong. “Nate will take you to the bunkhouse.” He waved toward a single-story building with a wide porch on the front, just to the side of the barn.
    Thank the good Lord he’d finally get on top of the predator problem. Maybe one thing would get solved, and he could move on. He’d build his herd to the point where his father must recognize his success. The man had seen him as a disappointment for long enough.
    He raised his voice. “Nate. De Luca’s arrived.”
    The older man raised his hand. “Be right there.”
    At least they’d found another experienced hand. He relaxed and smiled. Once he dealt with Libby’s needs, their immediate problems were over.

    Angel turned in her saddle. Travis Morgan stared into her eyes and her stomach did a somersault. Tall, broad shoulders, dark brown hair. Must be somewhere in his late twenties. She liked his purposeful walk—he appeared to be a man who knew what he wanted. Her muscles tensed as he drew a step closer. She’d hoped to talk to her new boss privately. Maybe land the job, then gently let him know of the— well—altered situation. But no way would she sleep in a bunkhouse with a bunch of cowboys.
    She straightened her shoulders and raised her chin. Time to end this. “Do I have the job?”
    “You do.”
    “I won’t sleep in the bunkhouse, Mr. Morgan.”
    The muscles around his mouth tightened, firming his square jaw. The deep blue eyes darkened a shade. “All the men bunk there, unless they’re on the range overnight. No exceptions.”
    Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the cowboy called Nate step closer. He wore a serious expression. She’d not make friends by refusing to bunk with the men. “I’ll stay out on the range. Same as I do on every job.”
    Travis took his time pondering her response. “Not unless you’re too far from the ranch come nightfall. My ranch hands eat at my table for the morning and evening meal, and report to me each night. There are a couple of empty bunks, so you’re not putting anyone out.”
    Angel’s heart plummeted clear down to her dust-caked boots. There seemed no hope for it—she should have done this sooner. She tipped back her hat to meet Travis’s gaze. “I’m afraid there’s a slight problem.”
    She swung off of her horse and removed her bulky jacket, hanging it on the saddle horn. Snatching her sombrero from her head, Angel allowed her hair to cascade over her shoulders.

Chapter Four

    Travis gazed into the dust-smudged visage of what must surely be a woman. He noted the long black curls and the wide brown eyes. The perfectly formed lips and her now obvious curves contradicted her attire, not to mention the gun strapped to her hip. His gaze strayed downward almost without his permission and flew back to her face, his own burning with shame. He’d never gawked at a woman’s figure before, and he’d have to repent for that later. Yes, he could definitely attest that this was a woman.
    Nate cleared his throat. “Guess I’d best check on the men and horses, Boss.” He removed his hat and nodded. “Ma’am.” Just as quickly as he’d arrived, he turned tail and ran—like a scared jack-rabbit fleeing from a hawk. The least he could’ve done was stay and help Travis dig out of this hole. Travis shoved his hat to the back of his head.
    He faced the girl again. Large eyes stared up into his. He’d thought his sister’s pretty, but these dark pools left him short of breath. “Who are you?” His words came out rough, and he noted the sharp intake of the girl’s breath.
    “Angel Ramirez.” She withdrew the sombrero from under her arm and shoved it back onto her black