They rode through the herd, which paid little attention to their passage. The animals were sleek and their black fur shone in the sunlight. Cynthia leaned over as they drew near one and tried to pet it, but the cow moved away a few steps and began grazing again. She glanced up to find Cade watching her. His pupils were contracted by the bright sunlight and his light green eyes contrasted sharply with his bronze tan. At that moment he was surprisingly attractive.
She smiled at him. "I guess they're not as tame as they look."
He shrugged. "I'm the only human they see most of the time, and I represent no harm to them. This is the herd I've been developing for about five years. I started with a few select cows and a good bull. I replaced the bull last year to prevent inbreeding, but I've been pleased with the offspring."
"They're beautiful. I don't know what traits you look for in beef cattle, but they look healthy."
He nodded. "They are, and hardy." He turned his horse and started through the herd. "Come on. I want to show you something."
She followed him across the valley and up a steep slope. The inside of her legs were so sore that walking might be more comfortable. He probably didn't realize she wasn't used to riding.
They rode across a mesa and descended to a wide creek. The grass around the creek was new, giving it a velvety look. The creek was clear and swift. When they paused on the bank, she could stand the pain no longer. Leaning into one stirrup, she forced her other leg over the back of the horse and dismounted. Her legs were so numb that she staggered and grabbed the stirrup. The horse snorted and sidestepped, letting her fall to the ground.
Instantly Cade was beside her, helping her up. "Why didn't you say you were tired? We could have stopped any time."
Her face was hot as she pushed away from him, avoiding his gaze. What a pansy he must think she was.
"I'm all right. I'm just a little stiff."
Actually, her legs felt like stumps and her groin muscles were knotted with pain. She hobbled to the edge of the creek. The surface of the water ruptured, spewing a colorful fish into the air. The fish flipped and dived back into the water. Cynthia gasped. Did you see that?" she asked breathlessly. It looked like a Rainbow Trout. She leaned forward, examining the lurking figures under the surface. "There are lots of them. Do you ever fish here?"
He shook his head. "I'm not much of a fisherman."