He looked over at Jason. “So, have you officially met Bostwick’s granddaughter yet?”
Jason smiled. “Yes, I introduced myself at the ball. Her name is Elizabeth but she prefers being called Bella.”
Derringer nodded. “Did you let her know you were interested in her land and in Hercules?”
“Yes, we spoke briefly before Kenneth Bostwick interrupted us. I hear she’s trying to make up her mind about what she wants to do. I don’t think she’s interested in hanging around these parts. This is no place for a Southern belle and besides, she knows nothing about ranching.”
“But you do. You can always show her the ropes.”
Jason looked shocked at the suggestion. “Why would I want to do something like that? She has two things I want—her land and that stallion. The sooner she decides to sell and return to Savannah, the sooner I can get both. I’d do just about anything to get the land and that horse.”
Derringer glanced up at Jason and saw his cousin was serious. “Just remember what I said, Jason. Worldly possessions aren’t everything. The love of a good woman is.”
He then watched as Lucia began walking back over toward him. She was a good woman. She was his life and now she was his wife.