Page 2 of The Texas Cowboy's Proposal

Sammi Jo slowly shook her head. “I can’t believe this—but then,yes,I can. This sounds like her shenanigans. She’s still ruling our lives from beyond the grave. Why didn’t she just say this before she died and caused all of this uproar now?”

“Because she loved the uproar. You know that. Sarah McNamara Burkitt was the grande dame of all she surveyed. People were to be moved around the chessboard as her pawns. Do you think she was going to stop doing that even in death? She could give and she could take away. And while she did divvy out her love to us after our parents died, she did so with an eye to the future. She knew I never took to this place, not like you did. You followed in her shadow every step she took. I loved ball gowns and you loved muddy jeans. You loved forecasting beef prices, I loved eating a good steak in a fine restaurant. That’s why I am off to California and bright lights and you are—well, that is up toyou.Do you want to stay on this land and go along with her last hoorah at being in control of our destiny?”

“You haven’t said who she chose. Which man is to be the sacrificial lamb in all of this? Does he even know about any of this?”

“Beaudry Hawkes.”

Silence. Only the Texas breeze daring to murmur through the grasses at their feet. A stunned silence and then a slow burn to a volcanic eruption as Sammi Jo found her footing beside her sister, hands on hips in a fighting stance. “Beau Hawkes?! Was she insane? We’re related! What was she thinking? Did the attorneys really test her for senility or whatever before they allowed all of this in her last will?”

“First of all, insane?No. Not in the clinical sense. Maniacal mostly, deviousdefinitely. But she had to be to run a ranch that is larger than most any three states put together and then some. And related? Like something a million years ago. Her great-grandmother or some such fell for this itinerate gambler in the Hawkes’ gene pool, but that long since thinned out of the bloodlines. Besides, you aren’t planning on offspring, are you?”

“Not Beaudry Hawkes.”

“Hmmm, I seem to recall that you had this major Texas-sized crush on the man for all your teen years. But then he up and married that Cindy Lou... Cindy Ray... something Cindy. That didn’t last long though. So, he is all yours now if you want him.”

“It was Sandy Louise Betancourt. She was running around on him the whole time he was in the military. Then they got married and she went right back to old habits while he finished college. He was lucky to get rid of her. And she not only left him but their little girl too.”

“Wow. I forgot there was a kid involved. Make sure that’s covered by your attorneys when they draw up the final pre-nup. No loose ends—something Grandmother taught us well, alongside good hygiene and don’t play in the finger bowls.”

“I doubt there will be any need for attorneys because I am fairly certain that Beaudry Hawkes is going to order me off his land the minute he sees my truck pass through his gate. We might not have had the best of relationships the last couple of years.”

“Then you need to start packing. Because this land and that house will be going to a new owner, and I am sure they won’t consider you as part of the bargain. Unless you can hire on as a cowhand or something? But then again, if they plan to subdivide or do something else like that, there won’t be any Aces High Ranch to worry about.” Her sister’s open arms brought her in for a hug. “I have a plane to catch, but you know how to reach me. I’ll give you twenty-four hours to make a decision. Then I will tell the lawyers to put up the Sold sign on the front gate.”

*

Twenty-four hours. Theclock was ticking on her life. That wasn’t being dramatic. That was stating a simple and hard fact. Her sister had taken off for the West Coast in the ranch’s plane, which left Sammi Jo to do some fast contemplation of her own life. And just as determined as her sister was to grab hold of her life, so was she. The only life she had ever envisioned was within the confines of 600,000-plus acres of prime ranchland she had thought would always behome.

Until the world upended itself with her grandmother’s help and now she was sitting on the side of a country road, alone in her pickup, contemplating the tall iron gate that led to her only hope.Only hope...could be the title of a sad country song if she had any talent for writing music instead of just being a rancher. And a rancher about to lose the only way of life she had ever known or wanted.

Sammi Jo still remembered how she felt the day she and Laurel arrived at the gates to Aces High. Their parents had been buried in Dallas, after the helicopter they had hired to visit a glacier on their second honeymoon had crashed. That left the young pair to be packed off to the ranch. Sammi Jo had taken longer than Laurel to get used to the change. The house was huge and terrified her. Their grandmother had immediately separated the pair, who had shared a room for the first six years of their lives. Sammi Jo found herself hiding under the covers of a huge bed, a wicked-sounding wind banging the outside shutters, and no one to call out to in the darkness. Not after her grandmother had shown her to her suite of rooms and told her that she needed to grow up and realize that crying was a huge waste of time and never permitted on the Aces High or in her sight. Somehow, Sammi Jo had the feeling that the woman knew each and every time those first months when she would sneak off to one of the grain rooms in the stables and let the tears fall.

And during her teen years, she’d often wondered if her grandmother took some perverse pleasure in placing her in situations that would test that rule. Such as when the mongrel dog she had latched onto not long after arriving at the ranch had been given away to another ranch without any warning and Sammi Jo had been ordered to place the animal in its crate and help load it. The woman had watched for signs of tears, but Sammi Jo had begun learning how to choke them down. Grandmother had remarked that bloodlines mattered to people like Burkitts. There needed to be only the finest horseflesh in their stables, the best equipment in their barns, the best of everything, because people expected it of them. So, no mixed-breed dog was needed.

And then the day had come, a year or so after that, when her grandmother had made her stay in the barn and watch one of the young colts she had taken a liking to be put down over a leg injury. That rendered the animal imperfect and, therefore, useless. Sammi Jo learned each and every lesson the woman had thrown at her. Now, she had been given the final test. Lose everything she loved or fight for it under the rules her grandmother was still calling. She drew in a deep breath and expelled it.

The solid gate had not moved. The silent road was still there.

It led to a man she had last seen more than two years ago. There had been a minor dispute over one of her cows getting mixed in with his prize bulls, and they had ended up in a shouting match on the side of a stock pond. She had been in the process of telling that full-of-himself cowboy what he could do with his bulls when her foot had slipped on the muddy ground, and the next thing she knew, she had pushed away the hand he shot out to grab her. And in doing so,he,not her, had lost his footing and ended up face first in the muddy pond.

By the time he had managed to find his footing and stand, she was on her horse and yelling orders to her cowhands to get their cattle moving. She hadn’t looked back, nor had she offered an apology of any type. Not her finest moment. But there had been a not-so-finer moment before that day—and in front of a much larger audience.

It had involved the woman he had ended up marrying, Sandy Lou, as she was known in the town. It was the final round of the ranch horse competition at the Fort Worth Stock Show. For the first time, Sammi Jo had an actual chance of winning the gold buckle, and besting Beaudry Hawkes in the arena. Her horse, Comet, was doing an outstanding job going into the final round. Laurie should have known that something was up when Sandy Lou made certain to be by the gate as Sammi Jo entered, smiling her simpering little sneer, and even wishing her good luck. Beaudry had been sitting on his mount, waiting his turn after Sammi Jo’s. He didn’t see Sandy’s sneer. He sat in silence with that gaze that always could make Sammi Jo go all bumfuzzled in her brain and feel lesser than under his gaze.

She put them both out of her thoughts as she moved Comet into the ring where the judges were waiting. And then all hell broke loose. Comet began sidestepping and flinging his head side to side. Sammi Jo was taken totally unawares, and she tried to maintain control and settle him down. But he was having none of it, and when his hind feet hit the ground, Sammi Jo parted ways with his back and ended up in the arena dirt on her own backside, shocked into speechlessness. A collective gasp swept over the assembled full house of spectators in the stands.

While others ran into the arena to gain control of the animal, she brushed off the offered hands, embarrassment filling her. Never in all her years of riding had any horse ever managed to unseat her. But now she sat looking up at the cowboy whose hand was in her line of sight, and it had to be Beaudry Hawkes. That compounded it all for her. She scrambled to her feet, knocking his hand away. She managed a slight nod of apology toward the judges as she left the arena, trailing behind her horse who was being led away toward his stall by two wranglers, still not quite settled.

The vet was waiting for them, and once inside the stall, Sammi Jo tried to calm Comet, rubbing his broad nose and using soothing words while the vet began looking him over. And once the saddle came off, then the blanket, the horse calmed.

“Well, here is the culprit. Did you check your blanket before you placed it on his back, Miss Sammi?” She gasped. A huge, angry, barbed cocklebur lay on his gloved hand, its long spikes meaning business to any flesh it connected with. “No wonder this fellow wasn’t having a good day once the weight began stabbing this into his back. Can’t imagine how that got under his blanket.” The vet was shaking his head.

But then Sammi Jo caught sight of a certain blond who had come to stand a few feet outside the stable doorway. And before she turned away, she flashed another smile at Sammi Jo that said all she needed to say about her part in the whole episode. Any other place, Sammi Jo would have gone at the woman full force for inflicting pain on one of her animals. But she remembered where they were and the crowd of other ranchers and spectators in the area. She would bide her time.

And that time had come less than a month later at the Ranchers’ Ball when she entered the civic center’s ballroom at the same time Sandy was exiting on the arm of her newly announced fiancé, Beaudry Hawkes. Sammi Jo had seen red and confronted the woman, who managed to pull off a perfect simpering “poor me” façade in front of the man who had bought into it hook, line, and sinker. He had asked no questions, just told Sammi Jo that she was acting like the spoiled, rich brat she was, and she owed Sandy an apology, as she wasn’t to blame for Sammi Jo’s horse not being ready for the show ring. Sammi Jo had then told him in colorful words where he and his fiancée could both go straight to. Not her finest of moments, and that was why she knew the odds were now in favor that he would tell her exactly what she could do with her request for his help. And she would have only herself and her temper to blame.

But Sammi Jo had to try. The fighting Burkitt spirit had burned brightly within her as far back as she could remember. She was walking by her first birthday and riding a horse by two, with someone holding her in the saddle, whenever they had visited the ranch. By six, she was living on the ranch and she was the one holding the reins and following along in that shadow of her grandmother. They had been known as Big Missy and Little Missy around the ranch and town. Sammi Jo had learned all she could from the woman... good and bad. Her grandfather had been the one to supply the kindness of heart and speech in her world. Meanwhile, she tried to please the woman, just as everyone else did. A lot of good it had done her. She stood to be left out in the cold... unless she could persuade Beaudry to see things her way.

The Hawkes brothers, Beaudry, and his older brother, Jaxson, lived on their ranch that was a strip of some 10,000 acres cut into the southern side of the Aces High. Long before any of them had been born, the Hawkes had been partners in a cattle operation with a Burkitt. And as the Burkitt operation grew, the Hawkes were basically pushed out of the original dealings, with the coup de grace a losing hand in a poker game between a Hawkes and a Burkitt. Hawkes had claimed cheating and a duel had ensued. The Burkitts had come out on top. That bad blood persisted for a few generations.

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