Isabel plucked her gloves off, wet the kerchief at her neck with water from a canteen, and wiped the damp cloth over her cheeks, nose, and mouth. He watched in fascination. Then he fixed his stare on her horse weighted down with ungainly panniers—a much safer target for his preoccupation.
"That's the sorriest horse I've ever seen."
The liver-spotted nag with a swayback deeper than a gully, and knock-kneed to boot, looked ready to keel over.
"It's a rental," Isabel replied.
"It's a standing corpse."
"Well, she was free for the day." Her lips pursed. "Or almost free."
"How many berries did she cost you?" John had seen the livery tacking up a big sign out front saying deals would now be made berries on the barrel or no deal at all.
Isabel's face lit up, as if she felt real proud of herself. He liked the spirit and merriment in her eyes; they made her look lively. "She didn't cost me any berries. Just a case of my lemon syrup. I wanted a pretty piebald mare, but the livery said she was two hundred and forty-eight berries for a day's use. Highway robbery."
"Yep, it was highway robbery to give you this one."
"Well, I didn't have to give up a single berry for her, so she's good enough for me."
He wondered about her lemon syrup, but not enough to ask her about it right now. The problem at hand took precedence.
"Seems we're bound to keep tripping over one another."
"Seems like it."
The reins in his fingers tugged as his horse shook his head. John looked down, thought a minute, then looked up into Isabel's expectant face. Even though his plan made sense, his words surprised him. "We could work together."
Wariness crept into her features. "How so?"
"Collect the berries together, then split the prize money down the middle. Fifty-fifty."
She pondered this with a gnawing of her lush lower lip, then a gaze at the sky where a condor soared overhead. After a moment, she stared at him. "How do we know this Bellamy Nicklaus is for real? Has anybody seen him?"
"Somebody's had to. Lights go on and off in that house at night. That I've seen for myself."
"Well, what if this contest is a hoax?"
"Can't be a hoax. I've heard it said Nicklaus is the main man for Calco Oil"
"I heard he owns the Pacific Coastal Railroad."
"Whatever the case, he took that rundown house on Ninth and turned it into a show palace overnight. That takes money and power. He's some big man from someplace, and for reasons I'm not going to question, he's willing to part with a bundle of his cash." John adjusted his hat against the afternoon glare. "You may think a lot of low-down things about me, but I've never battled a woman. The best thing would be for us to pair up."
"As much as I hate to admit it… you may be right." She tucked a wisp of hair behind her ear, then slapped the dust off her gloves against her thigh. "But there's a problem with your plan."
"Which is?"
"We don't trust each other." She laid the gloves next to the fork of her saddle. "Where do we keep the berries?"
John mulled this over. She had a point. They didn't trust each other. She'd no sooner have him hold the berries than he would her. So where to put them as they built up their store?
The idea of hiding them out in the countryside didn't thrill him. Animals might come across the cache and have a real feast. The possibility of discovery was even stronger out in the open without being guarded—not to mention that berries shouldn't be in the heat A dark cool place was best—like beneath the floorboards of his bungalow___or the inside of a cabin—where they would be behind a locked door.
It was a choice between the two. But before he made up his mind, he had to know if she was playing with a full deck.
"Why are you growing trees in dirt that's no more than rocks? And with no water on your property?" He refrained from adding: Only a crazy person would do such a thing.
She bristled, her posture going erect. "My trees aren't planted in rocks. I cleared every last one from that bed. And I'll get a well just as soon as I can afford to have one dug—which will be when I get the contest money. I know there's water. Then I'll have a lot of lemons and I'm going to sell lemon syrup."