Cowboy Love
A/N: There are not enough Cullen cowboy stories out there. So I decided to write one for pure personal pleasure. I hope you like the first chapter. I will be updating very soon, NEVER FEAR!
Disclaimer: Don't own um. Just love um.
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"So did ya here?"
"Here what?"
"Mrs. Cullen is bringing up a few gals to the ranch to come live with her and Carlisle."
"Esme? Are they family or something?"
"Apparently her brother Charlie and his ex-wife Renee, I think, adopted some curly haired cuties when they were still married. But when they split the girls got sent back and forth between the two until they were plum fed up. So after years of that they decided they had enough and asked to try come live with their country aunt and uncle. Since Renee went and got remarried and is traveling a lot with her new husband, he plays some sport, she didn't mind. She always liked the missus and poor Charlie was eager to have three females off of his hands. Obviously he jumped at this opportunity, and I don't blame him. So in the end they are comin' to live here at the ranch for a while and are supposed to be comin' here today."
"Today?"
"Yep."
"Great. Just what we need. A few love sick girls chasin' after us while we work." Emmett turned and kicked a clump of grass next to the gate we were leaning on. It was our lunch break and we were relaxing, watching the horses in the field. I turned to the sound of foot steps. Jasper came walking up, smelling of soap and wet dog.
"Just finished washin' Ole' Billy Black. He should be good until we next take him out rabbit chasin'." I grinned. He was, of course, talking about the ancient wolf-like dog Carlisle had for what seemed like, forever. It was like he and Carlisle had formed some sort of treaty back when he was a puppy, promising to co-exist in peace for life. Carlisle (ever the peaceful one) immediately claimed the dog as his one day when finding him in the woods, even though the mangy mutt had bit him, he still wanted to keep him. He now lives a spoiled life on fish fry, rabbits and cool porch shade. He even sired a few pups, back in the day. Jacob, Embry, Quil, Paul, Sam, Leah and little Seth(the runt of the litter and Esme's favorite) just to name a few. All of them good dogs and loyal as can be.
"Hey Jasper, did ya here what Edward found out from Mr. Cullen?"
"No, what?" Jasper eyed me curiously.
"Apparently, Mrs. Cullen is bringing up a few hens to come and roost." Jasper took off his cowboy hat and pushed his curly blond hair back, I frowned at it. I was always jealous of his hair, the ladies always went crazy for it. Unlike my own messy, disobedient bronze mop. Jasper raised an eyebrow and also frowned.
"How many hens?"
"Three."
"Hmm, not good." He leaned up against the railing with us, pondering. Jasper was always a quite thinker, so it wasn't a surprise to us that he took a few minutes before replying.
"When are they coming?"
"Today apparently."
"Hm. Well I guess there's nothin' we can do about it except avoid them as much as possible. And don't be startin' nothin' either. We can't afford to lose these jobs if one of them happens to fall for us. Plus, I don't want to offend Mr. Cullen by cavortin' with one of his girls. He is a nice guy and I respect him."
"Yeah, me too."
"Yeah. Carlisle is like a father to me. To all of us. And the same goes for Esme. She's the mother we never had. We can't afford to lose that."
With a few more nods of approval we got up to get back to work, our minds for a minute off of the problem of the mysterious girls.
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As we drove up the dusty road, I wondered if we would ever reach the ranch. We were in the middle of nowhere and I couldn't see any turn offs anytime soon. I was about to ask how far when I blinked and suddenly there it was. A little sliver of a gap. Oh great, I'll never be able to find that if I'm on my own. I wondered once again if we made a mistake by coming here.
I looked over to little Alice, catching her staring out the window with a forlorn expression on. Probably missing the mall already. She really did try to be positive about this change. She couldn't take Forks anymore than we could and wanted a change just as much as me and Rose did. At least she looked the part of a flashy cowgirl. She did go all out trying to match the part. With a flippy cotton skirt and breezy top with soft leather boots pressed with flower and vine patterns. Her short spiky hair just made her look like a spunky cowgirl ready to ride a horse. I smiled. Ah, Alice.
My gaze shifted to Rose sitting in shotgun. Dressed in cowgirl boots, tight grey jeans and a wife-beater she looked amazing. She always did. Her blonde hair fell into soft waves around her shoulders as she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs in anticipation. She was more enthusiastic about this change. After her last heartbreak, she was the most eager to get out of our hometown of the past 4 years. Usually the one with the not so positive thing to say, she really surprised me with her uplifting comments. She was the one to convince me and Alice to come out here in the first place, and we couldn't deny her anything. Not after what happened to her. I frowned.
And on to me. Bella. Plain Bella. Dressed in loose fitting jeans, a AC/DC t-shirt (a little too tight for me but what ever) and some converse, I looked like I always did. My wavy brown hair pulled into a messy ponytail that trailed down my back. I didn't bother to dress up. It just wasn't me and I didn't want my relatives to think I was someone I'm not. Me, I was nervous about this whole thing. Always anxious to please I naturally agreed to the sudden move after Rosalie suggested it. I felt bad for her and Alice was all for it too. So here we were driving up a winding road leading to a HUGE house. We passed a sign labeled "Cullen Ranch. Welcome." I let out a little sigh as Uncle Carlisle pulled the car up to the front of the house.
"Well here we are girls. Your new home. Come inside and meet your Aunt Esme." He smiled warmly at us and I couldn't help but smile back. He really was a nice man, of what I knew of him so far. I looked over to see a bouncy Alice looking around to the barn and far away stable, her eyes bright with curiosity. Rose looked just anxious in general. Probably ready to get settled in and start her new life and forget the past.
"I'll get the boys to help with the bags, you girls need to rest after such a long trip."
We started to protest but he just a held a hand up, smiling.
"No I insist. You girls look plain tuckered out. Come inside and have a glass of lemonade."
That did sound good. And I have to admit I was a little tired. But I was more curious about these so called "boys". Did he have children with Esme? I don't remember Rose mentioning any kids. But it might have slipped her mind in all the excitement. Oh well, I was great with kids. It sounded like fun. We walked inside only to be greeted by the smell of warm bread and an onslaught of hugs.
"Oh dear me! You must be the girls! Well, I'm your Aunty Esme but you can just call me Esme. We're all grown ups here. Oh come in, come in. Sit down there's some fresh cookies and ice cold lemonade if you want it. Oh, I'm just so excited you're here! You have to tell me all about Forks. How is my brother? I here he is Chief at the station now. That's wonderful, I was always so proud of him. Oh my, I just can't get over how beautiful you all are!"
After the greetings were over, we all sat down at the huge table in a giant, airy kitchen. The table was an old country wooden table covered with a checkered cloth and had a vase filled with pretty daises. We sat there for about 15 minutes, catching up on news until we heard a knock on the screen door.
"Esme, love? Could you help me with the door? Me and the boys have the girl's bags." She hurried over to the screen door and pushed it open. I looked down into my lemonade, suddenly nervous. What if I didn't get along with their kids? What if they were mean-spirited little demons? I may be 23 but I DO have a soft soul… A commotion was heard and soon 4 pairs of booted feet were shuffling into the kitchen carrying bag upon bag (most of them Alice's). They dropped them onto the floor with a thud and I looked up to see 3 men in boots, buckles and hats standing there awkwardly.
"Boys! Take off your hats! There are ladies present." Esme's voice sounded sharp, but motherly.
Grinning the boys took off their hats in unison and I heard a gasp from behind me. In front of me stood the 3 most gorgeous men I had ever seen. Each of them looking as if they belonged in a Levis add for jeans. I met the eyes of the red-headed one and my heart began to flutter. He had green eyes. But not just any greens eyes, no I could see excitement, curiosity, disappointment (hmm), and something else floating around in those gold flecked emerald orbs. They looked to be portals of his soul. Sad and serious, but yet poetic. He blinked and I found I could suddenly breath again.
Oh Lord, what have I gotten myself into?
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A/N: This is NOT an Edward/Bella only story. It is equal parts ExB, AxJ, EmxR. I just started with them. PLEASE RXR!
