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Trish ignored his joke about taking care of her. “Well, thank you, Miss Whatever-your-name-is.” When she shot him a glance, he saw the sadness in her eyes before jealousy evaporated it like the morning dew. He couldn’t allow Trish to think he’d made love to her last night, knowing Dorothy would arrive today. Or thinking he’d sleep with the other woman tonight. Embarrassed as well as annoyed, he flushed to the roots of his hair. Dorothy leapt into his hesitation, offering Trish a handshake.
“I’m Dorothy Applewhite.” The Duchess stared down from her superior height of five-six. “I arrived with the horses, more or less.”
“I’m Trish. Nice to meet you.” Nothing could sound less like the truth.
He looked from one woman to the other. “Dorothy, how did you happen to arrive minutes after the horses were unloaded?”
His ex-girlfriend winked, squeezing his arm against her breast. “Trev mentioned the name of the transport company. I rang them and, using your stable name, was told the shipment would arrive this week. You’d given me the name of the town. I consulted my travel agent and here I am. I wanted to surprise you. I’ve missed you, Ash-Dahling.”
“Ash-Dahling has been busy managing this big old ranch…” Trish batted big innocent eyes and continued in a honeyed voice, “I imagine, that is.”
Dorothy simply stared at the other woman, probably trying to decide if the cowgirl in a red Marathon shirt and figure-hugging jeans was competition. Not Trish’s usual barn clothes. Had she dressed to impress him? Maybe before the horses were unloaded and the duchess arrived. Now, she only wanted to impress one thing upon him. Go to hell.
Trish cast a meaningful glance at Ash, then attacked her opponent with fine-edged sarcasm. “Your white studded jeans are just the thing for the wild west.”
“Thank you.” Dorothy smoothed a hand down her shapely hip. “I ordered them from an American western wear store just for this trip. The shirt, as well. Do people really wear these small string ties?” She flipped the ends of the Bolo, and Ash almost choked trying not to laugh.
Must be hysteria. This was no laughing matter.
“I don’t personally.” Trish leaned closer, pretending to admire the pearl snaps on Dorothy’s western shirt. “Yeah, really nice.”
“I haven’t seen a lot of people—in fact, not even one—wearing a Bolo.” Ash shoved his hands into his pockets. He felt naked, exposed, and a feeling he hated–vulnerable. “Maybe Sunday for church.”
“Church?” Trish barked a laugh.
Frowning, he suggested, “A country and western bar?”
“I prefer dives, sir. Country music, with or without a worn flag painted on the floor, lots of beer, and the Texas two-step.” Trish was no longer laughing, nor did she look very sassy. Was she angry enough to cry…or hurt enough to be angry?
“You two don’t get in an argument about my little tie. You may have it if you like.” His former girlfriend slid a possessive hand around his elbow. “I have Ash here. Dear, my bags are in the boot. Will you ask someone to take them to your room?”
Ash squared his shoulders. “I’ll ask Danita to prepare a guest room.”
“Are you still redecorating the Master Bedroom?” Trish was digging his grave deeper with a guileless smile.
She did not mean the redecorating question to be helpful, but he could turn it around on her. Though after the funeral, he’d moved into the Master Suite, he’d been too busy to make many changes. Marathon was a jealous lover.
“I am.” He looked from one to the other. “Still redecorating.”
The two women frowned. Each one affixed her chilly gaze to him.
Ash wanted to squirm, but a good rabbit knows that any movement only incites the hawk. “Let’s get you settled. Trish, if you need anything, call me. As I said, you’re very welcome to stay here.” Please.
“Will do, Ash.” Trish placed warm emphasis on his name, but the look she leveled at him gave him frostbite.
In The Texas Cowboy, the heroine Trish is passionate about the America Quarter horse or Quarter horse breed. This handsome and versatile breed excels at sprinting short distance and, in fact, gets its name from the fact that they are faster than a thoroughbred in a quarter mile. Some have been clocked at 55 mph. The development of the Quarter horse traces back to the 1600s.
Today, the Quarter Horse is the most popular breed in this country. The American Quarter Horse Association is the largest breed registry in the world. Almost 3 million living American Quarter Horses were registered in 2014. The American Quarter Horse is well known as a racehorse. They are equally well known and excel in rodeos, horse shows and as a working ranch horse.
The Quarter Horse’s compact body is well-suited for the intricate and quick maneuvers required in reining, cutting, working cow horse, barrel racing, calf racing, calf roping and western riding events, especially those involving live cattle. The American Quarter Horse is also used in the English disciplines of driving, show jumping, dressage, hunting, and many other equestrian avenues of performance. They generally possess a calm, gentle, and willing nature.
Reining is a western riding competition where the riders guide the horses through a precise pattern of circles, spins, and stops. Reining is also considered to be a lot like figure skating. All work is done at the lope, or the gallop.
Cutting is a western-style discipline in which a horse and rider are judged on the horse’s athleticism and ability to handle cattle. Modern competition utilizes a 2+1⁄2 minute performance, called a "run."
In the 1600s, on the east coast, breeders imported English Thoroughbred horses and bred them to various native breeds. The Quarter Horse claims some Spanish blood, i.e., Iberian.
The early foundation sires of Quarter horse type included Steel Dust, foaled 1843; Shiloh (or Old Shiloh), foaled 1844; Old Cold Deck (1862); Lock's Rondo, one of many "Rondo" horses, foaled in 1880; Old Billy—again, one of many "Billy" horses—foaled circa 1880; Traveler, a stallion of unknown breeding, known to have been in Texas by 1889; and Peter McCue, foaled 1895, registered as a thoroughbred out of disputed pedigree. Another early foundation sire for the breed was Copperbottom, foaled in 1828, who tracks his lineage through the Byerley Turk, a foundation sire of the Thoroughbred horse breed. If you look at the picture of Peter McCue and the current Quarter Horse model, you will see the breed traits.
The American Quarter Horse Association (AQHA) is based in Amarillo, TX. The organization was founded in 1940 in Fort Worth, and now has nearly 234,627 members, over 32,000 of whom are international.
I bred, brokered, trained, and showed the Andalusian horse for many years, and one of the nicest crosses was the Quarter Horse with the Andalusian.
Linda
Nightingale is an award-winning author, writing across the genres in
romance from vampires to androids to angels. Among others, she won
the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award for Excellence (the
Maggie) and the SARA Merritt award. Her vampire books have been
called the Anne Rice of paranormal romance. Once upon a time, she
bred, trained, and showed the magnificent Andalusian horse and owned
a national champion stallion, Bonito.
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He is so handsome! The cover sets the tone for the book.
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