Coyote Run - Can a moment in time change a life time?
Jacqueline stood gazing through the huge bay window at the cattle yard in the clearing. Three cowboys were mulled together, riding in on magnificent black stallions.
As they dismounted she was able to study them more thoroughly. Hats, jeans, boots, silver spurs - they wore the typical cowboy garb. Of the three, one had claimed preferential attention. He was taller
Jacqueline faded into the massive den, her blue eyes fastening onto the two small children playing by the empty fireplace. Their mother, Sari Longfellow had hired her to piece together the family memoirs jumbled inside of the huge chest in the attic at Coyote Run. A work area had been established for her benefit which included a large oak desk, overhead lighting
Sari had vanished into the kitchen, wanting to speak with the housekeeper regarding the evening meal. She had suggested that Jacqueline wait in the den, telling her that the ranch house was a vast structure
Jacqueline liked Sari, a tall blond-haired woman who spoke her mind. Sari
The children, Chelsea
"Look, Jeremiah! You can see through him,"
Jeremiah's small h
Jacqueline watched helpless as the glass collided with the stone fireplace
Chelsea jumped from the chair, assessing the damage
Ignoring the stab of pain she concentrated on the children's safety, re-anchoring
"It's all right," she assured, patting their small h
They both managed to shake their heads negatively, Jacqueline relaxing in the process.
Jacqueline tucked a str
"His old girlfriend."
Jeremiah reached out
At that, they both started crying.
Jacqueline transferred them one by one to safety telling them, "Sure you can. I'll explain the accident to your uncle. Just don't worry about it anymore." Then, "Now scoot so I can clean up the glass before someone gets hurt.
"Gee, you're swell,"
Jeremiah simply nodded his head in agreement, and then they both sped away, the matter of the bull completely forgotten.
She was picking up the larger pieces of the shattered bull when a deep voice greeted her from across the room. "Is everything okay?"
Jacqueline spun around, her eyes connecting with the cowboy whom she'd assumed earlier was Trent Cannon. My, up close he was a h
"Whoops, you're in trouble now," he eased out
"This isn't what it appears to be," she tried to explain, but he only waved her words aside.
"It's perfectly okay," he told her, coming towards her. "That crystal bull has been a thorn in my flesh for two long years. Reminds me of my old lead bull that died last spring. Same blue eyes." He paused
Jacqueline accepted his h
"Ah, yes," he nodded in realization. "Funny. I was expecting more of an old maid type rather than....well, we'll leave it at that."
Jacqueline's eyes were taking in every inch of his rock-hard body, locking her findings into memory. With effort she told him, "About this. The kids were curious
"So - it was the little banshees," he laughed
Jacqueline eased out, "The children said it was a gift from your girlfriend, Ms. Fargo." She nervously shifted her foot, a pain shooting up her leg
“She managed to gaze down at him, for she had been in a great deal of pain just before he had secured the glass. "Thank you, Mr. Cannon-"
"Ms. Fargo," he elated, his mouth dusted with a mocking smile. "It was a whirlwind relationship - hello, goodbye. What a nut. And yeah, she did make a gift of the bull, then sent me the bill for it shortly afterwards. It's been a family joke - so we'll have to find something else to josh about now."
"I think the bleeding has stopped," she eased out, glancing down at
But he didn't want to let go yet,
He told her, "I'll call someone to clean this up, okay?"
She managed to negatively shake her head, flattered by his interest.
"Engaged?" he tacked on, wanting to cover all his bases.
"No. There's no one," she added, her mouth curving into a beautiful smile, her heart in her chest. She'd never met anyone so confident, so forward
"Well, let's see if I can change that,"
Ten minutes earlier, he hadn't known Jacqueline existed. And now, well....he couldn't imagine his life without her. Let the journey begin.....
You okay, pretty lady?"
Before Jacqueline knew what was happening,
As seen in the May Issue of Main Street Magazine.