Her displeasure blared like a trumpet. Did she not want the boy around the horses...or the three half-breed men? Only one way to test her. “It’s okay now,” he called. “Why not let the children come and see them?”
She stared at him, her expression so full of denial he knew what she would say even before she opened her mouth. “Very well.” Susanne turned to the children.
His brain bucked. He’d expected her to refuse. But, of course, she couldn’t deny the children this little treat.
Frank was halfway across the yard before she finished speaking.
The girls followed their brother more slowly, perhaps as uncertain as they were curious.
Susanne remained in the doorway.
“That’s the aunt?” Levi said.
“I thought she’d be old,” Johnny added. “Now I understand why you’re willing to turn your hand to farming.”
“For the use of the corrals,” Tanner growled.
“You want to see them, too, miss?” Johnny said to Susanne, sparing Tanner a look that said far more than he’d dare speak aloud. Why are you being rude to her? The horses are in her yard. She’ll want to look at them.
Johnny had forgotten to take into consideration a simple fact. Susanne was white as white could get—wheat-colored hair, sky-colored eyes and skin like china.
Tanner was clearly a half-breed with black hair, black eyes and dark skin.
It wasn’t rudeness that kept him from speaking. It was consideration for her situation. And yes, a desire to avoid the hurtful comments he expected to hear.
He’d best keep his distance from this woman, as she’d no doubt do with him.
“I’d like to see them.” She pulled the door closed behind her and started toward them.
Tanner was too stunned to even think.
* * *
Three pairs of eyes watched Susanne as she crossed the yard. Her world had been shaken up by the pounding of horse hooves as the herd had raced into the corrals. The animals were majestic and her heart thrilled to watch them even as her mouth went dry. What had she done, allowing such wild, powerful animals into the yard? Bad enough she’d agreed to let Tanner plant her crop, but these horses threatened the safety of the children.
As she neared them, her mind filled her with a thousand uncertainties. This was what Jim had planned. Did allowing Tanner to use the corrals fulfill her brother’s dream or mock it?
Would the children be hurt? If not by the horses, then by their big-eyed admiration of Tanner, which they made no attempt to disguise.
Knowing how much the wild horses had meant to Jim, she couldn’t resist letting the children see them more closely or refuse the invitation to see them herself. She’d warn the children to stay away from the animals after they’d had their look.
The three men smiled at her approach, setting her nerves into an anxious twitch. What did they want? Worse, why had she agreed to something that seemed to give them the right to ride into her yard without invitation?
Tanner stepped forward. “Miss Collins, might I introduce my brothers, Johnny and Levi.”
She stilled her nervousness. Never show fear. Never show emotion of any sort.
The men were clearly related though vastly different. Johnny wasn’t as dark as Tanner and dressed like a well-heeled cowboy with crisp new-looking jeans and clean shirt. Levi was slighter than his brothers and taller. He had a cocky bearing about him. She couldn’t quite say how she came to that conclusion. Maybe it was the way he stood with his legs apart and his fingers jammed into the front pockets of his jeans. Or maybe the way he quirked his eyebrows when he greeted her with a smile.
“What do you think of the horses?” Tanner made space for her beside him at the corral fence.
She hesitated but curiosity overcame her and she stepped up on a plank as far from him as she could get and still see. “They’re beautiful.”
Beside her, Tanner murmured, “They truly are.” His voice rang with awe.
She understood his emotion. The animals held their heads and tails proudly. One kicked up her hind legs. Susanne studied them all and picked out the one she admired the most. “That’s the best-looking one.” She pointed to a bay with a white blaze.
Tanner jerked about to stare at her. “You picked out the dominant mare. She’s the leader of the pack. Once I can handle her, the others will be easier.”
“Good eye,” Levi said.
“Thanks.” Susanne thought it best to keep to herself the fact she was a town girl and knew nothing about horses except what looked nice.
The children all admired the horses, as well.
“They are real pretty,” Janie said. “Especially that one.” She pointed. “Her name is Pretty Lady.”
No one disputed her announcement.
“My pa would have been proud,” Frank said, his voice a little uncertain.
Tanner patted his back, a manly gesture. “Your pa built a fine set of corrals and I’m honored to be able to use them.”
Frank nodded.
Robbie, not to be outdone, added, “Pa was a good builder.”
The men all agreed.
Levi backed away from the fence first. “Guess we better get back before Pa comes looking for us.” He said it with so much regret that Susanne chuckled.
“He’ll have work for us,” he added.
Johnny sighed. “Only Tanner here is getting the summer off to pursue his own interests.”
“I’m the oldest,” Tanner said, as if to defend himself. “It’s time for me to try my hand at other things.”
Johnny draped an arm across Tanner’s shoulders. “Yeah, I know.”
Johnny and Levi ambled back to their horses. Tanner followed his brothers and mounted his, as well.
The children waved to them as they rode away.
Susanne stared after them, a confusion of ideas, regrets and if-onlys filling her head.
If only Jim hadn’t died. If only she didn’t need help to run the farm. If only she didn’t find it so hard to accept help even on fair terms. Then perhaps she could let herself enjoy having visitors, seeing the horses in the corrals, even letting the children befriend Tanner.
But if-onlys were but vapor in the sun, disappearing into the air.
It was time for dinner and she’d prepared nothing. Good thing they all loved fried eggs and potatoes. Again, she realized how little time she spent on household duties. Again, too, she thought of how displeased Aunt Ada would be.
As she made the simple meal she realized how often she thought of Aunt Ada as she worked. Would there ever come a day when she didn’t measure every decision, every activity, against her aunt’s reaction?
The children came at her call and gathered round the table. She prayed and then the children dug in.
“I’m going to watch and learn everything I can,” Frank said. “Maybe someday I can be like my pa.”
Susanne’s chest muscles clenched. She must make it clear that the children had to stay away from the horses, but first, she had to reassure Frank. She squeezed his shoulder. “You remind me of him already. He’d be very proud.”
Frank looked pleased.
If only she didn’t have to tell him the rest. “Children, I want you to listen to me.” She leaned forward, waited until she had the