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asked with the quiet menace he usually reserved for unruly bar patrons.
    Finally the older man nodded, as if he’d made some kind of decision. “There’s a new brewery opened up on the outskirts of town. It’s owned by a Texas oil man, name of Jasper Flint. Maybe you should talk to him about a job if you’ve a mind to stick around this real pretty little town.”
    Samuel left Sawyer and Ray standing in the little container-built office as he headed down the steps and off toward a huge livestock transport rig already loaded with cattle. Seemed like the old man was going to deliver some cattle himself. Moments later the engine rumbled to life and Samuel T. turned the truck toward the exit gates.
    “ He give every man a chance to prove his worth?” he asked, and Ray nodded.
    “ What happens if you fail him?”
    “ It’s your loss.”

    Ella didn ’t usually spend Saturday mornings at the park on the outskirts of Marietta’s town center. There was winter feeding to attend to, along with the unloading of stock and getting them drenched and immunized while they were still in the yards. Extra hands were always welcome. That was where Ella should be, where she wanted to be, because it was safe and familiar and she could be herself.
    Ella wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing here, or what had come over her last night when she’d asked Sawyer out to lunch. In the light of a cold winter morning it really didn’t seem like such a good idea.
    But an Emerson didn ’t go back on her word or renege on her invitations, and Bramble Park did look lovely draped in winter white. The baby snowplows had been through the grounds already, clearing the paths and running a wide circle around the frozen water fountain. A bunch of kids pelted snowballs at one another over in the direction of the courthouse, using tree trunks for cover.
    Sawyer wasn ’t anywhere to be seen. Ella was only a couple of minutes early, but still…
    Maybe he wouldn ’t show.
    She stamped her feet to ward off the cold and then figured that she should probably stop with the stomping in case Sawyer took it as a sign of impatience. She wondered what time his bartending shift had finished. Maybe 1:30 am? Although if he stayed on through clean up… 2:00 am? Would he shower when he got home? What time would he have woken up this morning?
    M aybe he wouldn’t show.
    Ella shoved her mittened hands beneath her armpits and figured she’d give him another five minutes before leaving. Probably better if he didn’t show. That way he could remain a fantasy for years.
    And then Ella turned around and there he was, all rugged up against the cold and heading toward her along one of the snow-bitten pathways and lord but he was big – it was the shoulders that made him seem so, had to be, because his legs – currently encased in faded denim – were just normal. Okay, maybe the legs were somewhat lengthier than normal. Okay, nothing about him was normal and everything was superb – may as well admit that now and be done with it.
    Ella had wondered if she’d been imagining the deep kick of lust in her belly she’d felt when she first set eyes on Sawyer last night.
    She ’d wondered if the lust had been a fleeting thing.
    Nope.
    “How much do you know about cattle, Sawyer?” she asked when he reached her. He was dressed for winter – as she was. Thick coat and gloves, waterproof boots with thick grip rubber soles. Winter gear tended to swamp Ella. It didn’t swamp him.
    “ You’re the second person to ask me that today. Why do you ask?”
    “ I wondered if you were one of those rugged Australian Snowy Mountain men.”
    He grinned at her. “No.”
    Sham e. “So how did you get your, um—” she waved her hand in his general direction. “—physique?”
    “ Hard labor and genetics. Hey, I bought us lunch. Well… it’s either our lunch or my dinner, depending on whether you have any suggestions as to where we can eat it. I like the outdoors. Having said