Isolda said. âI canât wait to unpack and settle in.â
âIâve brought a buckboard, maâam,â Neal Bonner said. âFor your travelinâ bags and such. And you and your sister can sit on the seat with the driver.â
Isolda couldnât think of anything less appealing than riding on a hard seat hours on end.
âWhat about me, Mr. Bonner?â Alexander asked.
âI brought a horse.â
âYou assumed Iâd ride out to the ranch?â
âYou donât want to, Mr. Jessup?â Neal said.
âIâd rather not, no. The longest Iâve ever been on horseback in my entire life was for an hour or so, and that was years ago. Is there any chance we can rent a carriage at the livery?â
âAfraid not,â Neal said. âThey only have horses to rent.â
âWell, that wonât do. One of my first orders ofbusiness will be to acquire a carriage for the Diamond B to convey my daughters and me back and forth when necessary, and guests when we have them.â
âThere were a few ranches down to Texas that had their own carriages,â Neal said. âI reckon I should have thought of that. A buckboard makes for a rough ride for those not used to it.â
âIâll ride in the back,â Alexander said. âWe can fold a blanket for me to sit on. It shouldnât be too bad.â
âI have a better idea, Father,â Edana said. âWhy donât you ride on the seat with Isolda and the driver, and Iâll go horseback?â
âI donât mind roughing it, daughter.â
âIâm sure you donât,â Edana said. âBut I like riding, as you well know. I made it a point to ride at least once a week at Macedonia.â
âYes, you did,â Alexander said. âYouâve always liked horses more than your sister does.â
âI canât stand the stink,â Isolda said.
Neal Bonner sat back as if sheâd slapped him. âOf a
horse
?â
âHorses have an odor, just like everything else.â
âButââ Neal stopped.
âWhy do you look so flabbergasted?â
âA hog or a pig I could savvy. A chicken coop will stink to high heaven if itâs not aired out. Even a dog will smell when itâs been runninâ or when itâs wet. But a horse has the pleasantest scent this side of a woman.â
âOh, really?â Isolda said, and was tickled when he blushed again.
Edana came to Nealâs defense. âI happen to agree with him. I like how a horse smells. Itâs not rank or musty but rather pleasant.â
âThank you, maâam,â Neal said.
âWhat are you thanking her for?â Isolda asked. âYouâre not a horse.â
Alexander cleared his throat. âI flatter myself that I understand. Heâs a horseman of the plains, after all, andIâve heard that cowboys become quite attached to their animals.â
âIâd rather be attached to a person,â Isolda said, âso long as he doesnât stink.â She laughed merrily.
Isolda had ordered pot pie, and had to admit it was delicious. The pieces of chicken were well done, the gravy was buttery, and the carrots and peas werenât undercooked.
But she only picked at it, thinking of Beaumont Adams, until her father caught her off guard.
âYouâre not eating much, Isolda. Donât you like the food? This was your idea, after all.â
âApparently I wasnât as hungry as I thought,â Isolda said, justifying her disinterest. âDo we have to leave as soon as weâre done? I was hoping weâd take a stroll around the town.â And perhaps sheâd run into the gambler again.
âIâd rather we didnât delay our departure. I want to reach the ranch well before dark, if we can.â Alexander turned to Neal. âIs that possible?â
âIf we leave soon it is.â
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