Indiana Wild (Spirit Pass Book 1)

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Book: Indiana Wild (Spirit Pass Book 1) by S. E. Smith Read Free Book Online
Authors: S. E. Smith
breath to steady her nerves. She’d be damn ed if she would apologize for being who she was to another man. She had proved she was a hard worker and a good cowpuncher. She dared them to say she couldn’t hold her own against any of the men in the bunkhouse. Especially if they considered the fact that she was doing a pretty damn good job of repairing the cabin too! They were getting a bargain with her, experienced cowpuncher and a handyman all in one.
    Jonathan jerked in surprise, the shock on his face turning to disbelief. The kid with the attitude who had been driving him crazy since he had seen him.… her, was a woman with an attitude and nice full breasts. He felt his cock jerk, as if it was telling him it had known from the beginning that Indy was a woman.
    “ Indy?” Jonathan choked out in shock.
    “ This is the kid you were telling me about?” Jacob asked in disbelief as he stared at the ripe figure in front of him.
    “ Hold on. I’ll be right down,” Indy said before disappearing over the top of the roof. She grabbed her discarded shirt, slipping it on before she moved over to where she had the ladder propped up against the side of the cabin.
    “ How in the hell did you mistake her for a boy?” Jacob muttered the minute Indy disappeared from their sight. “Either your eyesight is going or you’ve been alone too long.”
    “ Shut up, Jacob,” Jonathan growled at his brother as he tried to get his flaring temper under control.
    A rush of emotions coursed through him as he watched Indy walk around the side of the cabin pulling her long hair out from the shirt she had draped loosely over her shoulders. Every step she took showed off a hint of the bare skin that had been on display a few short minutes ago. She appeared to be unaware of the amount of flesh she was showing. Jonathan couldn’t remember any woman, including the few widows in the area he had visited recently, showing as much skin or being as comfortable as Indy appeared to be with her state of undress. The idea that she was used to showing off so much skin didn’t sit well with him, especially as he could feel his brother’s eyes lighting up with appreciation as she approached them.
    “ I finished the roof. I had to re-shingle almost half of it,” she was saying as she walked toward them. “I cleaned out the inside as well. There is still a lot that needs to be done but I have most of it under control, I think,” she added, glancing at them with a defiant expression. “Would you two care for a cup of tea or coffee?” Indy asked stiffly as she moved by both men heading for the front door of the small cabin.
    She untied the work pouch from around her waist with trembling fingers. She wasn’t going to give them a chance to fire her, or at least she wasn’t going to make it easy for them to do so. With a bitter twist to her lips, she figured it might be better if she put the hammer up first because if they did she might use it on one of them. Besides, she thought with a twinge of guilt, her granddad had always taught her to be polite to company unless they came bearing bad gifts, then she was allowed to shoot them. Both men watched in disbelief as Indy pushed open the front door to the cabin and disappeared inside. They followed a minute later, standing inside the doorway and watching as she poured water into a pot before setting it on a strange looking stove.
    “I haven’t had a chance to look at the wood stove yet. I don’t want to take a chance of burning the place down now that I have it cleaned,” she said with a wave of her hand at the old blackened potbelly stove. She paused a moment to look at the two men who were still staring at her as if they had never seen a girl before. “Coffee, tea, or me?” She asked with a humorous twist to her lips as she wondered if they even heard anything she was saying.
    “ You,” they both breathed at the same time in low gruff voices.
    Indy chuckled and shook her head before turning back to

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