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had a high, sweet smell, and scenting it, Ben felt his stomach clutch. Then he saw her, holding the shotgun in her hands not ten feet away from a downed grizzly. A growl in his throat, the dog streaked ahead, coming to a quivering halt at Ben’s sharp order.
    Ben waited until she’d glanced over her shoulder at him before he slid out of the saddle. Her face was pale, he noted, her eyes dark. “Is he all the way dead?”
    â€œYeah.” She swallowed hard. She hated to kill, hated to see blood spilled. Even seeing a hen plucked for dinner could cause her gorge to rise. “I didn’t have any choice. He charged.”
    Ben merely nodded and, taking his rifle out of its sheath, approached. “Big bastard.” He didn’t want to think what would have happened if her aim had been off, what a bear that size could have done to a horse and rider. “She-bear,” he said, keeping his voice mild. “Probably has cubs around here.”
    Willa slapped her shotgun back in its holder. “I figured that out for myself.”
    â€œWant me to dress her out?”
    â€œI know how to dress game.”
    Ben merely nodded and went back for his knife. “I’ll give you a hand anyway. It’s a big bear. Sorry about your father, Willa.”
    She took out her own knife, the keen-edged Bowie a near mate to Ben’s. “You hated him.”
    â€œYou didn’t, so I’m sorry.” He went to work on the bear, avoiding the blood and gore when he could, accepting it when he couldn’t. “Nate stopped by this morning.”
    â€œI bet he did.”
    Blood steamed in the chilly air. Charlie snacked delicately on entrails and thumped his tail. Ben looked over the carcass of the bear and into her eyes. “You want to be pissed at me, go ahead. I didn’t write the damn will, but I’ll do what has to be done. First thing is I’m going to ask you what you’re doing riding up here alone.”
    â€œSame thing as you, I imagine. I’ve got men up in the high country and cattle that need to come down. I can run my business as well as you can run yours, Ben.”
    He waited a moment, hoping she’d say more. He’d always been fascinated by her voice. It was rusty, always sounding as though it needed the sleep cleared out of it. More than once Ben had thought it a damn shame that such a contrary woman had that straight sex voice in her.
    â€œWell, we’ve got a year to find that out, don’t we?” When that didn’t jiggle a response out of her, he ran his tongue over his teeth. “You going to mount this head?”
    â€œNo. Men need trophies they can point to and brag on. I don’t.”
    He grinned then. “We sure do like them. You might make a nice trophy yourself. You’re a pretty thing, Willa. I believe that’s the first time I’ve said that to a woman over bear guts.”
    She recognized his warped way of being charming and refused to be drawn in. Over the last couple of years, refusing to be drawn to Ben McKinnon had taken on the proportions of a second career. “I don’t need your help with the bear or the ranch.”
    â€œYou’ve got it, on both counts. We can do it peaceable,or we can do it adversarial.” He gave Charlie an absent pat when the dog sat down beside him. “Don’t matter much to me either way.”
    There were shadows under her eyes, he noted. Like smudged fingerprints against the golden skin. And her mouth, which he’d always found particularly appealing, was set in a hard, thin line. He preferred it snarling—and figured he knew how to bring that about.
    â€œAre your sisters as pretty as you?” When she didn’t answer, his lips twitched. “Bet they’re friendlier. I’ll have to come calling, see for myself. Why don’t you invite me to supper, Will, and we can sit ourselves down and discuss plans for the ranch.” Now her