'We'll take it slow at first.'
'Fine.'
Casey was a natural on horseback; she dressed and rode like a saddle tramp, in old jeans, worn cowboy boots, a faded plaid shirt and a stained cowboy hat. She sat her horse straight as a picket with one hand on her thigh.
Tess, on the other hand, dressed and rode like a tenderfoot. She wore jeans and a lopped off T-shirt, shiny cowboy boots, a baseball cap and her oversized sunglasses. She rode as if unsure this was a good idea.
When they reached the spread of buttercups Casey yelled back, 'Hey, Tess, guess what. I got a date tonight.'
'Good for you. Anybody special?'
'Nope. Just a boy I had a crush on last year, called and asked if I wanted to ride into Poplar Bluff and go to a movie. Seems like all of a sudden I'm hot stuff since I'm going to be recording with you. I thought about saying no, just to get even with him for ignoring me last year, but then I thought, what the heck. A date's a date.'
'I didn't have much time for boys when I was in high-school either.'
'I know you didn't have much time for my dad.'
When Tess made no reply, Casey dropped her chin and looked back over her shoulder, giving Tess a shot of the underside of her hat brim and her teasing eyes. Finally she asked, 'Want to try trotting awhile?'
'Why not.'
She kicked Rowdy into a trot and Sunflower followed suit. After fifty yards they picked up to an easy canter that took them up the rim of the valley into the woods, where Casey reined in and was waiting at a standstill, head-on, when Tess reached her and reined in, too.
'You doing okay?' Casey asked. She gauged Tess's inexperience well and wasn't pushing it.
'So far, so good.'
The horses both shook their heads, sending their manes flopping and their harnesses jingling.
'We'll let them rest for a while.' Casey patted Rowdy's shoulder, then sat silently, looking up at the trees. After a while she slung a leg around the pommel and braced her hands on the horse's rump, still studying the green canopy above them. Some cottonwoods rustled and a nearby pine gave off a scent of dry needles. The horses dipped their heads to crop grass.
Out of the blue Casey asked, 'So what's going on between you and my dad?'
Tess did a poor job of hiding her surprise. 'Nothing.'
'I thought I caught some undercurrents at our table the other night, and on the church steps this morning I interrupted something. I could tell.'
'No. Nothing.'
'He was whispering and you were blushing.'
'In front of all those people? You think we'd carry on some kind of flirtation with half of the town gawking at us? That wouldn't be too bright.'
'Well, what was going on then? He was hugging you.'
'He was thanking me for singing today.'
'Oh, is that all,' Casey said dryly. Again she looked up into the trees as if the subject were forgotten, then abruptly she added, 'Well, he's a good man. You could do worse.' She swung her leg off the horse's neck and picked up the reins as if to move on.
Tess said, 'He's committed to Faith and I'm going back to Nashville in two weeks.'
'That doesn't mean something can't be going on. And just in case it is, I want you to know it's perfectly okay with me. I think it'd be wild to have you and Dad carry on a real steamy love affair. I'll bet you could show him a thing or two.'
'Casey!'
'Well, Faith is okay, but I'll bet kissing her would be like kissing somebody in a coma.'
'Does your dad know you talk about her like this?'
'Heck, no. Got to keep the old charlotte russe going.'
Against her better judgment, Tess laughed. Casey was turning her horse deeper into the woods when she glanced out toward the meadow and said, 'Well, well… look who's coming.'
Tess craned around in her saddle and saw Kenny riding toward them. His mount was a bay stallion, and he rode him at a trot, the reins in one gloved hand and his curled straw hat brim pulled low over his eyes. He caught sight of them in the shade and kicked the bay into an easy canter. Though his face was unreadable at this distance, his posture radiated absolute purpose as he headed toward them. He rode like a man to whom doing so is second nature, dressed in blue jeans and a spotless white T-shirt, which the wind pressed against his chest and rippled across his ribs.
Reaching them, he reined to a stop, and said, 'I changed my mind. It got lonesome at home.' He barely had a glance for his daughter but studied Tess from beneath his hat brim with eyes that gave away more than he wanted.
Casey was grinning. 'I was just saying to Tess-'
'Casey!' Tess shot her a warning glare.
'Nothing,' she finished, turning her horse up the trail. 'Glad you came, Dad. We're taking it easy 'cause Tess isn't used to it.'
They rode for another hour and a half, talking little, enjoying nature and the beautiful spring day. Casey and Kenny kept Tess between them, and the horses behaved beautifully. Near four o'clock when they were heading back toward the paddock, thunderheads had built up in the southwest and the breeze had cooled.
'Gonna get some rain,' Kenny said.
'The garden could use it,' Tess replied, a reply that would not have occurred to her two weeks ago.
Casey only grinned back at them over her shoulder.
They each undressed their own horse, but Kenny came over and helped Tess remove her saddle. She watched him carry it through the door of the tack room and throw it over a sawhorse, his sturdy arms taking on definition as he moved and twisted. His back was as tapered as a turnip, his T-shirt still tucked in neatly at the waist. She fixed her eyes on the spot where it disappeared into the denim waistband of his jeans.
He turned and caught her staring, and she returned to the business of taking care of Sunflower, who was crosstied in the aisle between the box stalls.
Kenny came back and asked casually, 'Want to ride back to town with me, Tess?'
She looked first at Casey, then at him. 'Oh, I don't think I'd bet-'
'It's okay,' Casey put in. 'Go with him. I gotta stop and put gas in my truck anyway, and besides, I'm in a hurry. I'm not even going to take time to curry Rowdy. Gotta get home and get ready for my date.' She led Rowdy to the door and turned him out into the paddock, then came back, lifting a hand as she passed. 'Hey, you two have fun. See you in the morning. Dad. I probably won't get in till after eleven 'cause we're driving clear over to Poplar Bluff to a movie.'
'Okay. Be careful.'
A minute later Tess and Kenny heard the sound of her truck starting and rumbling away. They nibbed down their horses in silence, conscious of each other as they moved around the animals. He set down his brush and came to her. 'That's good. I'll take her out.' He led Sunflower to the door where he turned her out before doing the same with his horse, then took their brushes and halters to the tack room and returned to the doorway, pulling off his gloves.
'If you want to wash your hands there's a sink in here.'
'Oh… thanks.'
They stood side by side lathering at a black rubber sink with an oversized cube of bumpy yellow soap that smelled like petroleum. She watched his square capable hands and his hairy arms as he ran soap to the elbow and rinsed like a doctor before surgery. He watched her fair, freckled arms and perfect persimmon nails as she rubbed her delicate hands together, rinsed once avoiding her expensive watch, checked her nails for chips, then rinsed again.
He snagged a rough blue towel from an iron hook on the wall and they each used one end. They accidentally looked up once while drying their hands, then quickly down again. When they finished he slung the towel over the
