The Cowgirl's Man

Well, she wouldn’t! Not this time. She’d—

“Hey, Niki!”

She whirled to find Miguel Reyes, a cowboy she’d known ever since she moved to Texas, standing there grinning at her. She grinned back, but warily, waiting for him to ask if she’d seen that darned newspaper.

Too bad, really. Miguel was one good-looking guy, and just as nice as he was cute. She’d actually been thinking lately that she might want to go out with him…. She wasn’t too crazy about cowboys as a rule but her choices were limited and she did sometimes get lonely for a little male companionship.

“Got a minute?” he asked, twisting his hat between big, competent hands.

“Yes.” Niki said cautiously. Now he’d ask her if she knew who the stranger at the picnic had been and she’d have to go through the whole song-and-dance again.

“Uh…would you like to go to the movies with me Friday night?”

“Miguel, I’ve been all through this and—” She stopped short. “What did you say?”

“I asked you to go to the movies with me Friday. Any chance?”

“There’s always a chance,” she said lightly, trying to catch her balance again. “But Friday…that’s not good for me.”

“Why not?” Miguel asked softly. “Got to wash your hair or something?”

Niki felt hot blood rush into her cheeks. “No, of course not,” she protested, but he’d hit the nail right on the head. “I…uh…have to help with the dude talent night at home. I’m sorry…”

And she really was, sorry she hadn’t yelled “Yes!” at the top of her lungs. Now it was too late.

Watching Miguel make his way through the barroom, she sighed. If she didn’t quit turning down men who wanted to date her, they’d eventually quit asking.

Or maybe not. She didn’t view many of them as favorably as she did Miguel and some of them had come back so many times she’d lost count.

Unbidden, a mental picture of the stranger—Clay Russell, she knew his name now—flashed before her eyes. He didn’t look as if he’d ask anyone for anything.

He probably didn’t have to, she thought darkly. He was probably fighting the girls off with a stick.

Not this girl; never this girl.

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