A Family For The Sheriff. Elyssa Henry

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      Still, he wasn’t hitchhiking. She couldn’t be sure he needed or wanted a ride. He walked steadily, long legs eating up the distance. There was purpose in his stride.

      But they were on a stretch of road that ran through ten miles of jack pine and very little else. The only spot there was a phone, or any type of human environment, was five miles away in Gold Springs, where she was headed.

      She backed up carefully, the old truck shuddering, protesting the abuse. She rolled down the window, wondering what she was going to say, hoping he wouldn’t get the wrong idea. Hoping she wasn’t crazy for offering a stranger a ride on a deserted stretch of highway.

      “Want a ride?” she yelled past the steady pounding of the rain.

      “Yeah, thanks,” he replied simply. He grabbed hold of the door handle and opened the door.

      When he swung his long form into the cab; closing the door quickly behind him, she had her first sense of panic.

      He was bigger than she’d thought when she’d first seen him, and he looked tough.

      “Sorry to get your seat wet,” he said as he rolled up the window. “My name’s Roberts—”

      He held out his hand as she held up her tire iron, facing him squarely across the seat.

      She didn’t know what she’d expected. Maybe shock, maybe anger, but there was only a mild amusement in his dark eyes.

      His face was wet, water dripping from his hair and sun-darkened skin. He looked as though he lived outside. Black hair was slicked back from his high forehead by a careless hand, and his mouth was destined for laughter.

      “Joe Roberts,” he concluded, not lowering his hand. His eyes locked on hers. “And I’ll be happy to get out the same way I came in if it’ll make you feel any better.”

      “I just wanted you to know that I may be alone but I’m not helpless,” she replied evenly, holding the tire iron in both gloved hands.

      “I appreciate that, ma’am.” He nodded slightly. “I was hoping you weren’t going to mug me.”

      “I, uh—” She paused and cleared her throat then put the tire iron down beside the seat. “I’ve just never picked a man up before.” Her eyes flew across to his as she realized what she had said. “I mean, given a stranger a ride.”

      “I guessed as much. You probably don’t have any business doing it now. But I appreciate it.”

      “Maria Lightner.” She put her hand into his, feeling foolish. “I’m going to Gold Springs. It’s just up the road. I thought you could use a lift to a phone or something.”

      “As a matter of fact,” he replied as she put the truck into gear, “I’m on my way to Gold Springs. My car broke down about three miles back.”

      She glanced at him again. Historians spent time in Gold Springs, but he didn’t look like a historian. Yet, there was something familiar about his name. She was sure he wasn’t a local. Maria had lived in the small town since she’d been born. She knew everyone and their children and grandchildren.

      “You could have Billy come out for your car,” she told him, still trying to identify his name. “He owns the only repair shop in town.”

      “That’d be great,” he answered. “What about you? What do you do in Gold Springs?”

      “I own a small farm, nothing major, just a few acres,” she replied, keeping her eyes on the wet road with great difficulty. His gaze hadn’t moved from her face since she’d started driving. It was unnerving.

      “I would’ve never thought of you being a farmer,” he told her, leaning back against the truck door. “You remind me more of a teacher.”

      “A teacher?” She laughed. “I hated school.”

      “So did my sister, but she teaches now. Third grade. I keep imagining her in the middle of thirty kids. She didn’t even like to baby-sit.”

      “I’m afraid I don’t do anything so important.” She shook her head. “I raise herbs and keep a few bees.”

      “Really?” He shuddered. “I can’t imagine that. Being a city boy, bugs make me a little shaky.”

      “They take some getting used to,” she acknowledged, “but then so would a classroom of thirty eight-year-olds.”

      He agreed with a laugh. “I think I could get used to the bugs first.”

      The windshield wipers slapped together in the silence for a moment, then Maria had to ask.

      “So, are you planning to stay in Gold Springs?” she wondered. It was rare for anyone who wasn’t from there to come to live in the old mining town. “Do you have relatives there?”

      “No.” He smiled. “My family’s scattered everywhere in the world except here. I’m starting the new sheriff’s office in Gold Springs. The job came with a house and some land. I think I’m going to be settling down here.”

      “What?” She couldn’t believe his words. “You’re Joseph Roberts? From Chicago?”

      “Originally.” He shrugged. “I guess it’s true what they say about small towns. News travels fast.”

      Maria felt her fingers tighten on the old steering wheel. “You don’t know the half of it.”

      She pulled the truck into the parking lot of the old general store, the first place to stop after the small sign that announced the whereabouts of Gold Springs.

      “There’s a phone in there,” she told him, seeing the interested eyes looking out the store window as he opened the truck door.

      “Thanks.” He nodded and started to climb out. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

      “Goodbye, Mr. Roberts,” she said firmly. As soon as the truck door was closed, she pushed the truck into gear and sped out of the parking lot.

      Of all the people to have picked up on the road! Joe Roberts didn’t know it, but he was going to have one hell of a time living in Gold Springs! No one wanted him there, and everyone was prepared to tell him.

      It was a vain hope, she knew, that no one would recognize her pickup in the rain. When she ran into the house after parking the truck, the phone was already ringing.

      “What the hell were you doing?” Tommy Lightner demanded with no preliminary. “You brought Joe Roberts here knowing the way everyone feels? I thought you were with us, Maria?”

      “I’m not with anyone.” She shook her head, water droplets flying around her as she put her groceries down and took off her gloves. “I’ve never said that, Tommy.”

      “So you’re against us?” he asked hotly.

      She let out a long breath. “No, I’m not against you, and I agree, the commissioners should have asked us before СКАЧАТЬ