Forever Dreams (Montana Brides) (32 page)

Jordan hadn’t been kidding when he’d said they’d be going straight up. Her body pressed into the seat as the truck lurched forward, taking them higher than she’d ever been. She peered over Jordan’s shoulder and closed her eyes real fast. She couldn’t see the edge of the trail. Fluffy white clouds wouldn’t cushion their fall if he drove them off the side of the mountain. And she didn’t like the grin stretched across his face either.
 

“Tell me you’re not leaving me here to commune with nature.”

Jordan glanced across the cab.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” she squealed. They ran over something hard and lumpy, throwing the front of the truck into the air. Gracie held her breath, waiting to see if they landed on the trail or halfway down the side of the mountain. The truck thumped to the ground.

Jordan hooted with laughter. “You’ve gone green, Gracie. I thought we might have roughed up those city slicker edges of yours by now.”
 

“You’ll get city slicker, Jordan McKenzie. If I’d known where you were taking me I never would have come.”

“Why did you think I didn’t tell you?” He rounded a bend and stopped the truck.
 

Gracie took a deep breath and unlocked her fingers from the edge of the seat. Daisy stood twenty feet away, saddled up and ready for a ride. Tears gathered in Gracie’s eyes. “Maybe you’re not so bad after all.”

“Gee thanks. At least now you won’t be tempted to rip me into shreds as soon as we leave the truck.”

“You run too fast for me, cowboy. This is really sweet, Jordan. Thanks.”

“Sweet my ass. We’re here to move cattle. You’re going to earn every last cramped muscle you’ll have by the end of the day.”
 

Gracie couldn’t stop the huge grin spreading across her face. A cattle drive. A real cattle drive. She’d finally be able to say that she’d qualified as a bonafide cowgirl. The smile on her face wobbled. “Your brother’s not going to be too happy when he finds out what we’re doing.”

“Wipe that frown off your face, little lady. You can’t go back to New Zealand without going on at least one roundup. It wouldn’t be right. Besides, what Trent doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”

Gracie clenched her jaw, releasing her seatbelt with a determined click. Damn Trent McKenzie and his stupid rules. Jordan was right. She needed to get in touch with all those reckless bones in her body and start living dangerously again. Besides, by the time Trent found out about the cattle drive she’d be long gone. Almost as far away from Montana as anyone could get.

Three hours later, Gracie pulled a cowboy hat off her head, letting the cool breeze fan her hot skin. Every inch of her body was covered in grit. Dust and dirt had worked its way inside her clothes making her feel like a living, breathing sheet of sandpaper. But she wouldn’t trade one minute of her time on the mountain for the air conditioned comfort of Sandra Lee’s fashion Boutique.
 

Daisy’s muscles rippled as they rode from one pasture to the next, shooing stray cattle back into the herd. She took a deep breath, wanting to hold onto everything happening around her.
 

Jordan had moved across to her right, keeping an eye on a renegade bull that had dogged Gracie’s attempts to keep him with his buddies. Another cowboy, Jeb Baker, was on her left. Jeb had been looking after the cattle for the last week and would take her back into town, leaving Jordan to do his rotation. Jeb’s wiry frame and sun wrinkled face bore the mark of a man whose life had begun and would end on Montana soil.
 

Gracie found out that he’d been working with the McKenzie family for thirty-nine years. When she’d looked into his sun bleached eyes, Gracie felt the raw energy of a man who knew his worth in the world and the worth of the land he loved.
 

She breathed in the musky odor of cattle and caught her breath at the incredible view spread out around them.

From halfway up the mountain the fields looked like an antique patchwork quilt, stitched together with fence posts and wire. Emerald green squares brushed shoulders with fields lightly dusted in purple flowers. The pale glow of dried hay disappeared under clouds of dust from the contractors working on the ranch.
 

She’d miss this when she left. Miss the characters that made Bozeman unique, miss the people that had opened their homes and hearts to her. The thought of never seeing the Triple L or one stubborn, opinionated male again made her heart ache.

“Lunchtime, everyone.”

Gracie rode across to Jordan, slipping off Daisy’s back like a seasoned pro. She groaned as she stretched muscles that had forgotten they were useful.
 

Jordan watched her with a smile on his face. “You’re doing a great job for a greenhorn. We’ll have to hire you as the first ever cowgirl on the Triple L.”
 

“Yeah right. You’d have to get it past the boss first and I can’t see that happening.” Jordan passed her a sandwich out of a bag strapped to his saddle.
 

Jeb rode across to them. “You stay here with Gracie, Jordan. I’ll be back soon.”

Gracie watched Jeb ride across the meadow. “Where’s he going?”
 

 
“Back to keep an eye on things.” Jordan glanced toward the cattle. “Wolves attacked the ranch across from ours last week. They got six of their heifers down before they managed to scare the pack off. It’s put us all on high alert for any renegade groups prowling the mountains.”

Gracie swallowed the mouthful of sandwich she’d been chewing. “I thought wolves only hunted at night?”

“Nope. Wolves are a real problem in these parts. They hunt day and night in packs that can attack faster than you can blink. You can’t get anywhere near them, Gracie.”

“Is that why you and Jeb have a gun on your saddles?”

“Yep.”

Gracie thought about the cowboys left on the mountain alone and what they would do if a pack of wolves attacked.
 

“Did Trent tell you about the plans we’ve got for the Triple L?” Jordan asked.

“Trent and I aren’t on speaking terms. We had an argument last week and I haven’t seen him since.”

“That might explain why he’s been yelling at everyone.”

Gracie didn’t want to know what Trent had been up to. He was probably grumpy because he’d been out cavorting with his bridal candidates and needed more beauty sleep. “What plans have you been working on?”

“An architect came and looked at the old barn. She reckons we can convert it without too much bother to a bunkhouse. We’ll be able to sleep about a dozen guests at a time. Trent wasn’t keen on the dude ranch concept, so we looked at other options. A few of the ranchers from this part have set up working ranch experiences for paying guests. The people staying with us will help with real work, depending on the season, and learn about what we’re doing to conserve the land.”

Gracie’s jaw went slack. “But he thought it was the worst idea he’d ever heard. That’s why he…” Gracie closed her mouth before she got into more trouble.

With a twinkle in his eye, Jordan said, “I know why he wants kids. He thought I’d run the ranch into the ground. It’s taken some time, but he’s finally learning there’s more than one way to keep the ranch running at a profit. Once we’ve got the barn up to scratch I’ll be in charge of looking after the guests that come out to the Triple L.”

Gracie reached for a water bottle. Hell would freeze over before Trent McKenzie learned anything.

“Man. You two are made for each other.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing, Gracie. I don’t mean anything by it, but I suggest you have a talk with my brother before you head back to Wellington. Just don’t flash those baby blues at him. They can be mighty distracting to a man on the edge of reason.”

Gracie threw her lunch wrapper into a bag of rubbish. She wouldn’t be going anywhere near Trent before she headed home. As far as she was concerned he could find someone else to play happy families with.

The sound of bellowing cattle filled the air. Gracie stopped, listening to the panicked cries of the cattle. The land shook as the herd thundered across the ground, churning a dust-cloud high into the sky. A gunshot tore through the chaos, making Gracie’s blood run cold.
 

“
Shit.”
Jordan surged to his feet. He grabbed Gracie’s hand, running toward their horses. He hauled her onto Daisy’s back before vaulting onto his own horse. “Stay right beside me. And whatever you do, don’t move unless I move.”

Another shot rang out.
 

Gracie’s heart slammed against her ribs as they raced across to the terrified cattle.

Jordan swore when he saw Jeb’s horse limping toward them. Jeb clung to the saddle, holding his rifle across his legs as he tried to sooth the terrified animal.

“We got hurt,” Jeb growled. “A pack of wolves came through the trees, attacking the cattle. A couple of them decided to have a go at Trixie and me before I got two shots off. I scared them away, but they got one of the calves down over by the fence.”

Gracie looked at Jeb’s leg. A gaping wound ran from above his knee to the top of his boots, oozing a river of blood down his jeans.
 

Jeb saw where she was staring. “Just a scratch, ma’am.” He looked across at Jordan. “I’m not leaving Trixie.”

Jordan tossed a first aid kit across to Gracie. “I’ll help you off Trixie, Jeb. We need to get that blood stopped.”
 

Gracie jumped off Daisy. Taking a deep breath, she tried not to faint at the sight of so much blood. She didn’t need to look very hard to see bone beneath the tangle of sliced flesh. She focused on Jordan’s hands, wrapping pressure bandages around the raw wound.
 

“We need to make a splint for Jeb’s leg, Gracie. Have a look around for a couple of straight sticks, but stay where I can see you.”
 

She found a couple of thin branches a few feet away. Jordan stripped the wood bare with his knife then bound the branches to Jeb’s leg with extra bandages. He stood up, staring toward the trees in the distance.

Reaching for his gun, he handed it to Gracie. “Do you remember how to use the rifle?”
 

She nodded. Most days when Jordan had taken her for a ride in the mountains, they’d ended up at a spot he used for target practice. She wouldn’t win any shooting competitions, but she knew how to reload and shoot a gun.
 

“We’ve got to cover the calf to stop the ravens from circling. We don’t want more wolves or grizzlies coming this way.” Jordan pulled a black tarpaulin out of Jeb’s supplies. “I need you to watch my back.”

He looked down at Jeb’s pale face. “Keep your gun handy. We’ll be back soon.”

They rode across to where the calf had been attacked. Gracie’s eyes followed a spray of blood seeping into the hard packed earth. The calf hadn’t stood a chance against the feeding frenzy that had attacked it. She gagged at the smell, heaved even more when she saw the pool of deep red blood under the mutilated corpse.
 

Daisy stomped her feet, shaking Gracie out of the shock pounding through her body. Her gaze skimmed the fields around them, picked through each pine tree clumped on a ridge not far from where they were standing.

“How are you doing, Gracie?”

“Okay. Just hurry.” She watched Jordan wrap the plastic sheet around what was left of the calf. With one last look at the mountain he got back on his horse and they rode across to Jeb.

“I have to get help now, Gracie. There’s no cell phone coverage this high, so you have to stay with Jeb. Listen to what he says and don’t move from his side. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Gracie tried to stop shaking. Quivering like a nervous wreck wasn’t going to help anyone and Jeb looked as though he needed help fast. His skin had turned pale and sweat coated the hard planes of his face. Tightening her legs, Gracie felt the strength of Daisy’s muscles under her body. Everything would be okay. Jordan would get help and then they could get Jeb to the hospital.

“You’ll be fine, Gracie. Use the rifle if you need to.”

She took a shuddering breath, then pulled her spine straight. “Go and get help. We’ll be waiting for you.”

Trent had been unloading a truck of wood at the Triple L when he got the call from Jordan. A wolf attack was bad enough. When Jordan told him Jeb had been injured and Gracie was on the mountain he’d felt his heart plummet. He’d run so damn fast across to the homestead that he’d nearly scared Mrs. Davies half to death. He’d started making calls, putting into practice the routine they’d worked out many times before.

One of his neighboring ranchers, Steve Douglas, would be arriving in the next few minutes with his helicopter. Steve would take Gracie and Jeb to the hospital, while Trent stayed to keep the remaining cattle safe.
 

All of the ranchers surrounding his property had been called, warning them to be on guard against a wild pack of wolves. The cowboys on the Triple L were getting horses saddled up ready to head into the mountains and a vet was on her way to do what she could for Jeb’s horse. As Trent walked toward the back field, he called the Forest Service to get someone on the ranch to verify the wolf attack.
 

The next twenty-four hours would be long and hard. He cursed his brother’s stupidity at taking Gracie into the mountains. Jordan knew about the wolf attacks, but he’d still gone ahead and not used his brain beyond telling his mouth what to say. He prayed to God that Gracie and Jeb were okay.

As soon as he spotted the white chopper in the sky, Trent raced across to their meeting point. Waiting by the fence, he checked his rifle for the last time and took a deep breath. They’d done everything they could to keep everyone safe. Now he desperately needed to see Gracie.

Trent spotted the herd of cattle grazing on the western ridge. Steve landed the chopper and they both ran over to Jeb and Gracie. Trent had never been so glad to see anyone in his life. “Are you alright, honey.”

Gracie nodded as she handed him Jordan’s rifle. “I’m fine, but Jeb’s leg needs to be looked at by a doctor. I’ve bandaged Trixie’s wound as best I could to stop the bleeding.”