On the trail/Farley homestead
Hope had no complaints when the handsome Sid decided to ride near her. She was more than willing to chat with him, maybe even flirting a little, as was her nature, favoring him with the occasional smile or flutter of her long lashes over her green eyes.
When they heard the gunshot, Hope spurred Devil Eyes up the hill to see the lead team trying to keep the heard from stampeding while two men armed with rifles stood in the way of their progress.
Sutter and Luke didn’t seem to be having much success handling the situation, so Luke slipped off Devil Eyes. “Abby, could you hold him a bit?”
Hope asked, handing the reins to the young woman. “And my hat.”
She took off her Stetson and handed it over, then took the ties from her hair and shook her head, running her fingers through the long, red locks to get the dust out, letting it cascade down her shoulders and frame her sun-kissed face. She paused and then undid a couple top buttons on her shirt, letting her paler, freckled cleavage shine, her silver cross necklace resting in the valley.. She brushed the dust from her clothes and smiled up at Abby. “How do I look?”
Stepping around Devil Eyes and coming around into view of the boys for the first time. She saw the new guy, Sid, standing there menacingly. She touched Sutter’s shoulder. “Let me handle this, boss,”
she whispered. Then she brushed her long, delicate fingers over Sid’s back and flashed him a reassuring smile to let him know she had this under control.
“What seems to be the problem, boys?”
the attractive redhead asked. “We’re not looking for any trouble. Surely we can come to some resolution without violence. It will take a long time to go around your lands. And if you cause a stampede, you might get yourselves hurt. I wouldn’t want that.”
She gave a full-lipped pout.