All through the long, cold winter, Braden lived alone in the ranch house, caring for livestock and tending to the property. Though Chaz and Acorn kept him company, he found himself longing for human companionship. Back on the res, he’d been surrounded by sisters and cousins and neighbors. There was always someone to talk to or watch a game with on TV. He missed having someone else there to share the chores with, and to taste the foods he cooked.
When he said this to his sister, Chumani, during one of their weekly phone calls, she laughed. “Sounds like what you need is a wife,” she said.
Braden snorted. “I definitely do not need a wife,” he said.
“Well, then maybe it’s time to find you a girlfriend,” said Chumani, as though girlfriends were something he could order from an online catalog, the way he ordered pet supplies. Still, he thought, maybe it wasn’t the worst idea. Surely there was a women his age in Dry Gulch who’d be interested in a man like him.
He washed and shaved, then uploaded his photo to an online singles site. But though he checked his computer every day, none of the local women seemed to show any interest in him. Frustrated, he deleted his account and headed into town, where he played his guitar at the Prickly Cactus to earn a few extra bucks. This money, he stashed away toward his dreams of opening a restaurant.
As he was leaving, he was waved down by Annie, the woman who’d hired him to be a ranch caretaker.
“Listen, I never do this,” she said, “but my cousin, Eleanor, is staying with me, and I think the two of you would really hit it off. Would you mind if I introduce the two of you?”
“Umm…okay, I guess,” said Braden.
With a name like Eleanor, he expected Annie’s cousin to be somewhat old-fashioned and plain. But to his surprise, she was cute and lively.
“Call me Nore,” she told him. “No one but Cousin Annie calls me Eleanor.” She made a gag face.
Braden laughed. “Nore it is.”
“Hey…do you like dancing?” asked Nore.
“I like it, though I’m not so good at doing it,” Braden confessed.
“Liking it is the important thing,” said Nore. Next thing Braden knew, he and Nore were on their horses, galloping toward the Prickly Cactus, which, as it turned out, was also the local dance club. At first, Braden hung back, watching, as Coco wiggled and twisted around to the music.
“Come on, jump in!” said Nore, tugging him by the hand. She was impossible to resist. Braden began to copy her moves, and soon he was boot scootin’ and hay jumpin’ on the dance floor as well as anyone else.
It was too soon, he knew. Far too soon. But he thought maybe he was starting to love Nore.