Chapter Six
“That’s a nice shirt you’re wearing.”
“Thanks.” Patty gave a wane smile to the guy who’d sidled up to the bar next to her. Her mother had raised her to have manners, even when she didn’t feel like using them. Like now.
After their encounter in the hall early in the morning, Grizz had avoided her for the rest of the day. To pass the time, Patty had helped Brenda with tagging the new calves while she and her ranch hand, Angel, had branded and castrated them. Both Brenda and Angel had worried over Patty after the first sizzle of burned flesh. Patty hadn’t flinched.
She’d never been a squeamish kinda girl. In fact, she’d enjoyed getting her hands dirty and feeling useful. Something she hadn’t felt in the last three years that she’d sat on hard chairs while a professor droned on
