"He wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and relish the coolness, but all he could afford to do was cough some smoke out of his lungs and turn back to the task at hand. Which apparently included scolding a certain hardheaded woman for not heeding his instructions. Meredith glared at him from where she stood pumping water into the trough, not a hint of apology in her demeanor. Travis stormed past her and worked the knot on Jochebed's lead line. "I thought I told you to go up to the house." The pump arm creaked as she gave it a series of vigorous yanks, then fell silent as water gushed into the trough. "As I recall," she said, rubbing her palms into her skirt, "you never forbade me from working the pump. You simply expressed your doubts as to my ability to do so." Travis's grip on the cow's rope tightened. "Don't play word games with me, Meredith. You knew what I meant." "Did I?" She reached for a stew pot and dipped it into the trough. "Seems to me that a man who claims protecting his brothers and his land always comes first wouldn't be so quick to refuse able-bodied help just because that body happens to be female." She set the full pot on the ground and crossed her arms over her chest. Travis's eyes followed the movement, noting the curves it accentuated. Yep. Definitely female. He wouldn't be arguing that point."