“So what are you really looking for, Miss Dreamy Eyes?” Essy edged over toward her sister until their elbows touched. A soft wind ruffled the stray hairs around Sal’s face. She was gazing off toward the setting sun on the other side of the corral. The two sisters came here often to watch the day slip into twilight.
Sal tore her eyes away from the silent grandeur of the distant purple mountains and glanced at Essy with a laugh.
“Oh, do you have time for this? I’ve got a list. He’s got to be strong and lean—tough. None of those pansies that are being turned out these days. And he’s got to have some spirit, you know. A little on the wild side is fine with me.”
Essy’s eyebrow cocked and she bit the edge of her lip. “Really? I don’t know if that’s what Pa’s got in mind.”
“Pa? Oh, he won’t care as long as I don’t get hurt. He trusts me.”
“You’re only seventeen, Sal. I think he would care. He’ll always care.”
Sal locked eyes with her sister. “Well, it’s not like I haven’t done this before.”
Essy pulled her arms off the fence rail with a quizzical look. “Done what before? What are you even talking about, Sal?”
Sal brushed her bangs out of her face. “My Angus bull I’m going to buy. What are you talking about?”
Essy gasped and then exploded into laughter. “Cows? I was talking about men!”
Sal sniffed. “Men. Like I’ve got time for them.”