spent time just for herself, doing those feminine things women do with their skin and hair and nails.
A faint scowl on his face, Cooper said, âIt appears to me as if he wasnât being all that good of one. Or is that simply what you want me to believe?â
His question caused tears to collect in Emilyâs throat. More than anything she didnât want to belittle Kenneth to him. At one time the man had seemed to love her. And up until the past couple of years, heâd been a decent husband to her. It hadnât been his fault that sheâd failed him somewhere along the way.
âYour brother was a good man,â she said quietly. âHe did...the best he could.â
Before Cooper was able to respond, Emily climbed out of the truck and hurried around to the tailgate. She was reaching for a sack of feed when his hands came down on her shoulders.
âMove out of the way. Iâll do this.â
Digging in her boot heels, she twisted her head around enough to see his face. âYouâre supposed to be helping. Not giving orders.â
âWhen did you get so damn stubborn?â
Her lips parted to answer, but suddenly his grip on her shoulders eased. The expression on his face softened and she forgot all about his question. For the first time in years, Cooper was touching her as though he really meant it and all Emily wanted to do was turn and bury her face in his chest, beg him to hold her and never let her go.
âCooper, Iââ
Troubled by the sudden charge of awareness between them, Cooper quickly thrust her aside and slung the fifty-pound sack of feed over his shoulder.
âIf you want to do something, follow me and start spreading the cake while I get the other sacks,â he said gruffly.
Relieved that heâd snapped her back to reality, Emily started after him. He set the sack of feed at one end of the nearest trough, then started to rip the string to open it.
âIâll do that,â Emily quickly offered. âYou go get the rest of the sacks before all the cattle get here. With this bit of snow on the ground theyâre going to be hungry and rowdy.â
âAre any of them mean?â
âNo,â she assured him. âI promise you wonât have to make a mad dash for the truck.â
To Emilyâs surprise he grinned. âIâll keep an eye out anyway,â he told her.
In a matter of moments the bawling steers reached the feed grounds and swarmed Emily. Working her way through the hungry cattle, she poured a long string of hard green pellets down the center of the wooden trough.
Once the sack was empty, she began walking to the next trough where Cooper had already placed another sack.
In their eagerness to be fed, the steers trotted ahead and around her. Emily pushed several animals out of her path, but before she was aware of the danger behind her she was sent sprawling to the ground.
The instant Cooper saw Emily fall, he tossed the sack from his shoulder and ran to her. She was lying facedown. A few feet away her hat had been stomped into the dirt and snow.
His heart pounding with fear, Cooper knelt over her and gently touched the back of her head. âEmily! My God, are you all right?â
Groaning, she tried to lever herself off the frozen ground. Her lungs were on fire and her head whirled like a kaleidoscope.
âI think... I...â
Carefully Cooper eased her onto her back, then cradled her head in the crook of his arm. âTry to breathe a little,â he instructed. âItâll come back to you.â
Her shocked lungs finally managed to draw in more oxygen. As they did, her scrambled senses began to settle back into place. She glanced at the motley herd of cattle milling around them, then up at Cooperâs face.
âWhat happened?â
Gently he brushed the tangled blond hair away from her face. âA steer hit you from behind and knocked you down. How do you feel now? Do you think