So she was still single. She wondered sometimes if Blake was being deprived of male companionship solely because of her attitudes. It bothered her, but she didn't want to change. "Snow is awesome," he sighed, using a word that he used to denote only the best things in his life. Cherry pie was awesome. So was baseball, if the Atlanta Braves were playing, and football if the Dallas Cowboys were. She smiled at his dark head, so like her own. He had her slender build, too, but he had his father's green eyes. Bob had been a handsome man. Handsome and far too brave for his own good. Dead at twenty-seven, she sighed, and for what? She folded her arms across her chest, cozy in the oversize red flannel shirt that she wore over well-broken-in jeans. "It's freezing, that's what it is," she informed her offspring. "And it isn't awesome; it's irritating. Apparently, the electric generator goes out every other day, and the only man who can fix it stays drunk." "That cowboy seems to know how," Blake said hesitantly. Maggie agreed reluctantly. "I know. Things were running great until our foreman asked for time off to spend Christmas with his wife's family in Pennsylvania. That leaves me in charge, and what do I know about running a ranch?" she moaned. "I grew up on a small farm, but I don't know beans about how to manage this kind of place, and the men realize it. I suppose they don't have any confidence in working for a secretary, even just temporarily." "Well, there's always Mr. Hollister," Blake said with pursed lips and a wicked grin. She glared at him. "Mr. Hollister hates me. He hates you, too, in fact, but you don't seem to let that stand in the way of your admiration for the man." She threw up her hands, off on her favorite subject again. "For heaven's sake, he's a cross between a bear and a moose! He never comes off his mountain except when he wants to cuss somebody out or raise hell!" "He's lonely," Blake pointed out. "He lives all by himself. It's hard going, I'll bet, and he has to eat his own cooking." He sat up enthusiastically, his thick hair over his brow. "Grandpa said he once knew a man who quit working for Mr. Hollister just because the cook got sick and Mr. Hollister had to feed the men." Maggie glanced at her son with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "He probably fed them some of his
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