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Why was that? Men were men. One was not so much different than another. Two arms. Two legs.
Two muscled buttocks. She could not help but notice when he turned his back to her and stepped out of his trousers.
He was giving her the same glimpse of him that he had taken of her.
That was not quite true. He turned his head to flash her a mischievous smile before jumping feet first into the water, his back still presenting.
“Looks like we’re even, mister,” she said when his face broke the surface of the water.
She felt safe enough even though she kept only a twenty-foot buffer between them instead of the boat length. If he made an untoward move, she’d be off as quick as a minnow.
“What’s your name, gambler?” she asked then ducked under the water, surfacing a foot closer to him.
“Travis.”
Travis went under the water then came up a yard closer to her. His handsome face was dotted with water. He shook his head, splattering droplets from his short brown hair. It stood up in spikes all over his scalp—gave him a real boyish, friendly look. That sure was contrary to her first impression of him being a no-nonsense man of authority.
“What’s yours?”
“Ivy.”
“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ivy.”
Naked sure was an odd way to meet a fellow, but the night was dark and so was the water.
“So, how much did you lose to keep you restless so late?” She ought to swim to the other side of the boat and float about gazing at the stars, but she was enjoying gazing at Travis’s face instead.
“To tell you the truth, I didn’t do much gambling.”
“Most folks aboard the River Queen come just for that.” A fish nibbled her toes. She kicked it away. “There’s some who just need transportation, but mostly they’re gamblers. Big money gamblers.”
“Are you familiar with the ship?”
“A bit.” She didn’t want to say she knew every inch of it, every board and shadow. That she was training to be a pilot. A lady pilot tended to be frowned upon and for some reason she did not want Travis frowning upon her.
“I’m looking for a woman named Eleanor.”
Her swim time was about up. If she didn’t rap on Uncle Patrick’s door telling him she was safely aboard, he would come looking.
“A sweetheart?” Gosh almighty she couldn’t swim away without knowing about that.
“No...not a sweetheart.” Oh? For some reason she was relieved to know it. “She’s inherited a ranch. I’ve got to find her and let her know.”
“And you believe she’s aboard?”
“I have reason to think so,” Travis answered, parting the water between them.
Only ten feet of sparkling river lay between them. Just because the water was dark did not make her any less naked.
Her imagination saw a dozen things that her eyes couldn’t.
It was time and past for her to be in her room.
She ducked under the surface and swam away. When she came up for air she looked back to see Travis on the deck, knee-deep into his britches.
Whoever this Eleanor was, she was a mighty lucky woman to have him looking for her, even if they were not sweethearts.
* * *
With the exception of one gambler, still in his chair but dead asleep with his head lying on the poker table, the saloon was empty.
The man’s pockets were turned inside out. His heavy breathing stirred the cards in front of his mouth.
Travis figured the fellow must have fallen asleep over the losing hand in front of his nose. No doubt, the smile tugging his mouth meant he was dreaming of the winning hand for tonight’s competition.
A lingering scent of cigars hovered in the corners of the large room. For all its size and elegance, the saloon was still cozy. The overstuffed chairs near the windows, the padded stools about the gaming tables, all invited one to stay and enjoy an evening.
With the piano covered for the night, the lamps turned low and everyone abed but the lone sleeper, Travis decided to continue his restless night right here, with his butt snuggled into a plump brown chair and his feet up on a gold ottoman.
For comfort, it beat the hell out of the cot he’d put up beside his horse on the main deck.
He’d taken only a small amount of money on his quest to find Eleanor. The more he left behind for the ranch to keep going, the better.
Since he was on his own, it would not be a problem to live frugally for a time. Even the little bit of gambling he’d done had been for the purpose of gaining information about Miss Magee. It sure hadn’t hurt that he’d won a few dollars.
Hadn’t gained a thing by way of discovering anything about Miss Eleanor, though.
At daylight, the boat was going to turn south. If the lady was not aboard, it would cause him all kinds of trouble. He only hoped the Pinkerton knew his business.
If Travis didn’t come up with any information by nightfall, he’d try and get a moment of the captain’s time, not an easy thing to do, he’d discovered, with such a busy man. But if he couldn’t find out something about Eleanor from her own uncle, he despaired of finding it at all.
That was a notion he couldn’t let his mind dwell on. Futures depended upon him bringing her home.
Hell, what he did want to dwell on was the magical water nymph.
Ivy. Even her name conjured up things fresh, green and growing with abandon, having no regard for rules.
He closed his eyes, reliving the memory of her diving into the water, of her face as she surfaced, so full of the joy of just plain living.
If only he could be more like her. Not that he wanted to run from his responsibilities, but if he could rise above them from time to time...
When Ivy invited him to strip down and join her in the water, he’d felt ten years old again.
He’d liked being ten. By then he was past the constant grief that his parents’ deaths had caused and had come to love his life on the Lucky Clover Ranch.
For a few moments last night, he had been that boy again because looking at Ivy—and he didn’t just mean in appreciation of her lovely body, but her smile and the love of life that shone from her eyes—he’d felt fresh. Renewed.
He’d come from the water full of hope and now he sat in this chair because the only way to hold on to that feeling was to hold her memory fresh. To keep her in his mind so that he could draw on that brief moment out of time.
When life was not so fresh, he would remember Ivy.
Too bad he would never see her again. No doubt by now she was back in Coulson doing whatever a free spirit like her did in the wee hours.
Turning frogs into princes, coaxing butterflies from their cocoons, maybe even leading a symphony of light with fireflies as her instruments, that’s what he would like to think, even though he knew reality was certainly far different.
Reality or not, he was good and sorry he would never see Miss Ivy again.
Chapter Two (#ulink_0cc5141d-2a2c-534e-bd3f-0f0ea9d5bcfc)
It was late the next afternoon when a storm swept in. The boat rocked erratically on the choppy water so the captain decided to set to shore and open the casino early.
As far as Travis could tell, walking past the open saloon door, the weather didn’t dampen the gaiety of the games going on inside.
He worried his horse might be skittish though, so he clasped his hat to his head, leaned into the wind and took the stairs down to the main deck to check on her.
As it turned out, he needn’t have worried. Through the dim light he spotted someone, a young man if he guessed right, speaking to the horse and petting her neck.
“Thank you,” he said when he entered the stall. “I appreciate—”
“Howdy-doo, Travis. This sweet girl belong to you?”
“Ivy?”
The ethereal creature from the night before was still here? This earthy woman, wearing a huge floppy hat and dressed like a man was the same woman he’d fantasized over last night?
“Glad I came across you,” she said. “I’ve been asking around and no one’s claiming to be your Eleanor.”
“Are you traveling on the River Queen, Ivy? I thought you might be from Coulson.”
She snorted...through her nose. The image of the water nymph dissolved and no matter how he tried, he could not get her back.
“That snake pit? Why I’d just as soon live on the moon.”
She looked at him for a long moment, her eyes squinting, judging him, he thought.
“I reckon we became friends last night, so I can tell you.” She gave the horse one last squeeze about the neck then stepped closer to him. There was still something of the woman in the river after all—she smelled like cool fresh water. “I live here. I hope to pilot a boat someday.”
She lived aboard and didn’t know anyone named Eleanor? This was not good news.
All at once, the only thing he wanted to do was sit down in the straw and hang his head. So he did.
It seemed that finding the heir was beyond him, but giving in to a moment of private gloom was within his control.
Or not. The straw rustled beside him when Ivy sat down.
“You know what she looks like? Maybe she goes by some other name?”
“I don’t. She’s got a twin sister with red hair, green eyes, about as tall as you and about your age. They weren’t identical though.”
“I always fancied having a sister.” In the subdued daylight he saw how blue her eyes really were. A sunny blond braid lay over her shoulder. “So much so that I dream of her sometimes. Why, when I was little I used to pretend to play with her. How’s that for fancy?”
Ivy flopped back in the hay, stretched her arms over her head and sighed. “Ain’t this a fine way to pass a stormy afternoon? Tell me about this ranch of yours.”
She patted the straw beside her, inviting him to join her in gazing at the rafters overhead.
Ivy was disarming, and unlike any woman he had ever met. He thought perhaps he liked her, liked her very much.
He lay down beside her. With his arms folded behind his head, he listened to the drum of rain hitting the deck several yards beyond the stall.
“It’s not mine. Not in a legal sense. I started running the place a few years ago when my boss took ill. I kept on after he passed. I feel the responsibility for the ranch like it was mine.”
“I’m right sorry, Travis. You loved him?”
It was easy to hear the regret in her voice. Spoken so softly, he knew she meant it.
“He became a father to me when I lost my folks. Gave me a home when I was a lost little boy.”
“What a kind man he must have been.”
“Kind, yes, and ambitious. It’s a big spread. The biggest in Laramie County...one of the largest in Wyoming.” He closed his eyes, picturing miles upon miles of grassland. How the scent was fresh and how the wind rolled over it in a whisper. “I swear, Ivy, it’s the prettiest piece of land on God’s green earth. You can ride all day long and not get from the east end to the west.”
She eased up on her elbow, gazing down at him. “The land has your heart...just like the river has mine.”
“The Lucky Clover is a special place.”
“The Lucky Clover?” She blinked, grinned, and dug under the collar of her shirt. “Don’t that beat all? Look, my ma gave me this necklace before she passed. It’s got an L and C etched on it. The C’s a mite faded so it could be an O. My Uncle says it must be the initials of some long gone relative. But ain’t that a coincidence?”
“It’s pretty, even though it’s faded...and I’m sorry,” he said. When she looked puzzled he added, “About you losing your mother.”
“I’ve been told I cried for a week solid, but I was only two years old and don’t recall the event anymore.”
“What about you father?”
“I never did recall him.” Thunder rolled overhead. “So this Eleanor, she’s going to inherit the whole ranch?”
“If I can find her.”
“What happens if you can’t?”
He groaned out loud. He didn’t really want to talk about it, he’d prefer to just lie here in the straw and forget for a moment.
“The ranch will fail without her.” Wind whistled around the lower deck blowing in a hail of raindrops, but they didn’t reach inside the stall. “There’s a big mortgage note coming due. If we can’t pay it a lot of folks will lose their livelihoods, their homes. People who have lived on the Lucky Clover their whole lives will be put out.”
“I can’t imagine losing my home here on River Queen.” She sat up, frowning and glancing about. “Some say the trains will be the end of the river trade, but I think folks will always want to gamble on a steamer.”
“I hope that’s true, Ivy.”
“And I hope you find your heir.”
