CHAPTER 1
Carmen the part-time waitress kicked Luke awake and said, "It's time for you to go you mother-fucker. My two kids will be home from school any time soon."
Luke showered and left after placing fifty bucks on the kitchen bench under Carmen's cell phone. He scratched his groin and thought it really was worthwhile helping support an under-funded solo mom.
Driving off in his pickup Luke switched on to his favorite C&W station and heard Kenny Rogers grinding out 'Lucille'. Well talk about role reversals. Right now Carmen would be thinking bitterly it was a fine time for Luke to be leaving her. He was leaving Ludlow Ranch to head west a bit to find work because he'd found the ranch too isolated and if he wanted female company it had been a long trek to the highway diner to lay someone like Carmen. She'd taken the bad news stoically and said he'd be missed but would soon be replaced.
Luke picked up his pay next day and after shaking hands with the Ludlow brothers headed off. Mid-afternoon he stopped for gas in likely looking country. He asked the fat-ass old woman in jeans two sizes too big for her did she know of anyone looking for ranch hands?
"No but Mrs Sutton is always replacing labor because she'd too picky."
"Does she pay good?"
"Real good. Widow Sutton has to with her growing reputation."
The wiry forty-year-old was told to take the third turn on the left.
He assumed he'd see a sign for Sutton Ranch and was correct.
Two dogs barked a greeting and then circled him and came in to sniff his pants legs to find if any other dogs had peed on his pants or boots. He'd long-learned to ignore dogs because like women they quickly lost interest if ignored.
Widow Sutton's daughter came out, glanced at Luke and staring at his dilapidated 25-year-old Ford pickup said, "You don't care much for your pickup."
"Wrong. It was my father's and I care for it as he did. It's become family tradition. The policy is to do nothing to it and only fix it when she needs fixing."
"She?"
"Guys call good vehicles she."
"And what do they call not-so good vehicles?"
"You fucking bitch."
The woman appeared to be smothering a laugh. "Is that a way to talk to a lady?"
"No miss but with respect I point out I was only answering your question."
She nodded and was aware the stranger was looking at her up and down.
"Why are you here bothering me?"
"I've called in to speak to your mother about possible work."
"She's in town."
"Oh, in that case I'll sit in my truck and await her return."
"Come in for coffee. It will be a long wait because she'd buried in the cemetery along with my father."
"Oh my condolences."
"Why say that; you don't know me?"
"Because my mother taught me about being polite."
"Oh. Well come in. No need to take off your boots. You appear to know how to handle dogs."
"And cattle and horses and if you don't mind me saying so and women."
"What about men?"
"Now look here..."
"You misunderstood me; I meant working as a foreman. You're here looking for work aren't you?"
"Yes."
"I need three men to help run the ranch. My foreman has left and the two guys I'm left with take next to no notice of me."
"You ought to go out with a shotgun and allow them to see you load it with birdshot."
"God I couldn't do that."
Luke grinned and said then she shouldn't be running a ranch if she didn't know how to be boss. She looked at him and smiled. "Are you going to stand there all day telling me what I should be doing or are you coming in for coffee?"
"Lead the way ma'am."
"I prefer Joss. That's short for Jocelyn."
"According to the woman at the gas station you are called Widow Sutton."
Joss said softly, "You call me that horrid name and it's you who'll get a shotgun blast up the ass."
"Sorry Joss. I can say I was confused. When I arrived I took you to be Widow Sutton's daughter."
"Oh you lovely man. Let me see if I can find a piece of orange chocolate cake for you."
Luke bit into the cake, rolled his eyes and pronounced, ""Ma'am I'm never going to leave you."
Brushing aside her auburn fringe Joss, who looked about thirty-five and appeared to be hiding a body good enough to make Luke's mouth water, giggled and her green eyes appeared to soften.
"You appear to be a nice man. Tell me about yourself."
Luke said his name was Luke Coleman and he was born and raised in Wyoming and his parents sold the ranch when he was eighteen to retire in Green River. He hit the road, deciding to see the country by working on ranches but in no hurry and he'd been in Oklahoma for two years. He'd have to say there wasn't much about ranching he didn't know. He'd just turned forty and had never married.
"And that's about it."
"Well I'll take you on trust and hire you and pay the going rate around here for a foreman on a ranch for this size plus 15% to convince you to work hard and to stay. You can live down at the bunkhouse or room up here."
"Have other foremen roomed in this house?"
"No."
"Then why make an exception?"
Eyeing him coolly Joss said, "Mind your own business. You may eat with me but in case your mind is running away on you that's all you'll be sharing."
Luke grinned.
Joss blushed.
They went to the barn and saddled up.
"I keep one farm quad bike but prefer working cattle with horses because cattle, especially young cattle, are never spooked by horses."
"Good thinking. This appears to be Hereford country from what I've seen driving up here."
"Correct."
"Where's my rifle?"
"I keep them locked away."
"I always ride with a rifle in case I come across stricken cattle or varmints."
She said very well and came back with a Winchester and watched him handle in expertly and stroked the stock lovingly.
He said sounding pained, "Joss?"
She held out her hand and unclenched it and five cartridges dropped into Luke's work-honed hand.
"You're a tease."
She blushed.
"This 92 short is my favorite rifle."
"It was my father's."