When they were all across, Russell pulled his truck forward so the second one could park and do the same thing. Within half an hour, both trucks were on their way to Bonham, Texas, to pick up twenty new brood sows and one boar for River Bend ranch, and the fancy Blonde d’Aquitaine cattle were roaming all over Wallace Redding’s property in Salt Holler.

“You know we could have done this with them in church,” Quaid said to his driver.

“Yes, but the ones who were not in church were standing guard. When the church goin’ ones got the message about the fences, they put out calls for the guards to come help them herd the cattle. Granny had it all figured out, and it worked like a charm. Wonder if they’ve got the fence fixed and the cattle rounded up yet?”

Quaid chuckled. “I hope that Wallace Redding has a butcherin’ day down there in the holler.”

* * *

Lightning zigzagged through the sky, and thunder rolled so close to the top of Sawyer’s truck that Jill covered her eyes at one point. Dark clouds boiled up from the southwest, covering the blue sky like black smoke from a wildfire.

The rain hit with gale-force winds after Jill, Sawyer, and Gladys were seated in the small café on the outskirts of Gainesville, going toward Bonham. It completely obliterated any of the traffic on Highway 82 going east or west, but they weren’t interested in trucks and cars. They were too hungry to care who was going where that Sunday afternoon.

Gladys picked up the menu the waitress put before her. “We barely dodged gettin’ soaked to the skin before we got those cows all sorted out, didn’t we?”

“Looks like a toad strangler to me. I’ll have sweet tea,” Sawyer told the middle-aged waitress.

She looked at Jill, who nodded. “Me too.”

“Coffee. Hot and black,” Gladys said. “We all agreed on chicken-fried steaks?”

“Comes with mashed potatoes and sawmill gravy, two biscuits, and a side salad, and your choice of okra, black-eyed peas, or corn on the cob,” she said.

“Okra,” Sawyer said.

“Same,” Jill said.

“Peas,” Gladys said. “Y’all might want to change your minds. Their peas are like Granny used to make, with plenty of bacon.”

“Then bring us an extra side of peas, and we’ll share it,” Sawyer said.

“Just to get something straight here before we finish and she brings the ticket, this dinner is on me. Y’all are supposed to have Sunday off,” Gladys said.

“Make a deal with you.” Sawyer grinned. “I’ll help take care of feeding this evening if you’ll throw dessert in too. I saw pecan pie on the menu.”

“Ahh, man!” Jill groaned.

“You don’t have to help.” Sawyer touched her knee under the table.

She covered his hand with her own and squeezed. Her hand was cold, even through the denim of his jeans. Was she telling him that she wanted to help so that they’d have time to engage in wild, passionate sex? He smiled at that thought and mentally went about undressing her right there in the restaurant.

“Yes, I do have to help,” Jill said. “Pecan pie is my favorite dessert ever, and I’ll help with chores for a slice of it. It’s raining so hard, we won’t even be able to see where we are driving when we start home. I hope it’s slacked off before it’s feeding time.”

Another squeeze. Which kind of driving was she talking about? He’d be willing to crawl into the backseat of his truck in the pouring rain and drive in a whole different way than making a truck go forward or backward.

“You’ll be able to see just fine in about thirty minutes. Those clouds are on the move. They aren’t settling down to stay. They’re passing through,” Sawyer said. “I should tell you that Finn called before we left and offered to come help if we needed it. He’d heard that the rain was headed our way and didn’t want us to get all the cattle sorted out in vain because we couldn’t see to fix the fence in the downpour. I told him we’d take a rain check on dinner at Salt Draw.”

Jill picked up his hand and moved it into his own lap. When he glanced her way, it was evident that the warmth in the café had little to do with the high color in her cheeks. So her mind had plummeted straight into the gutter, or was it the bedroom in this case too? He grinned and turned his attention to the food the waitress set before him.

“Yes, ma’am, they are some fine peas,” he said when he tasted the black-eyed peas.

“Yep, just like Granny made, both of my grannies,” Jill agreed.

If every thought hadn’t been sexual in the last ten minutes, it might not have felt like they were sharing a hell of a lot more than a bowl of Southern-style black-eyed peas. The feeling they shared over that bowl of peas solidified his thinking—that he was right where he should be at this time in his life and everything was going down the right path.

The rain had slowed to a few sprinkles when they left the café, and the sun was shining brightly when Sawyer parked the truck in front of the bunkhouse. “It’s four o’clock. I’ll load the feed, and we’ll get the evening chores done, and then I need to give my mama a call.”

“Too late for a nap, though,” Gladys said. “I’m going to help you kids with the chores. If I sleep now, I’ll be awake half the night.”

“I’m going inside and putting on a pair of jeans and an old shirt. It’s a wonder I got any kind of job done in this straight skirt when it came to fixin’ fence,” Jill said. “And then I’m going to play with Piggy and Chick. I bet they missed us, Sawyer. I won’t be long, and I promise to pet them only one time before I come back out to help with chores.”

* * *

Something Sawyer said about the clouds being on the move and not settling down stuck in Jill’s mind as they fed and watered the cattle that evening. Was she like that? Would she tire of the whole Burnt Boot scene and hurry to another place and another job before spring?

Sitting so close to him in church, working side by side with him to get the cattle taken care of and the fence fixed, then pressed up against his side in the café, had put nervous flutters in her gut. She wasn’t sure if the message was to fly or plant roots. Maybe feeling right was nothing more than an elusive butterfly.

“Did you call your mama?” she asked as she cut open the last bag of feed.

“I did, but it went to voice mail. She forgets her cell phone most of the time when she leaves the house. I left a message,” Sawyer answered.

“Oh. My. Sweet. Jesus.” Gladys pointed over the fence into Wild Horse territory.

“What? Is another one cut? Dammit to hell!” Jill said.

“I don’t see any dangling barbed wire,” Sawyer said.

“Stop the truck. Those big old fancy blondie cattle of Naomi’s are all gone. That means they’re in with my cows,” Gladys said.

Sawyer hopped out of the back of the truck and opened Jill’s door. “Why are we stopping here? The cattle are used to being fed closer down to the end of the pasture.”

“Naomi’s fancy cows are missing from the pen, and Aunt Gladys is checking to see how they got out.”

He put his hands on her waist and helped her out like an old-time cowboy would take his woman from a wagon seat. “Well, shit! We’ll be out here past dark.”

“Y’all two drive on down to the feeding spot, and I’ll walk the fence line,” Gladys yelled.

Sawyer brushed a quick kiss on Jill’s lips and said, “I’ve been wanting to do that all day.” He picked her up and settled her back into the passenger’s seat and whistled around the truck.

“So why didn’t you?” she asked when he’d buckled into the old work truck.

“Are you getting testy with me?”

“Maybe, if you’re too ashamed of me to kiss me in public,” she said. “Or hold my hand in church.”

“Are you picking a fight because you don’t want to continue this relationship?” he asked.

“Why would you ask a fool question like that?”

“Because I’ve done the same thing more than once the past two years. Start getting close to a commitment and then do some serious backpeddling. You’ve probably done the same thing since your last breakup, so I understand if you want to slow this wagon down. But let me say something, right now and right here. I’m not ashamed to kiss you, hold your hand, or to stand up in church and tell the whole damn lot of the people in Burnt Boot that we are dating and we are an item,” he said. “I’ll be damned!”