Montana Wrangler. Charlotte Carter

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      Her fingers shook as she reread portions of Krissy’s final message.

      “I always wanted to be like you,” Krissy had written in her swirling, overly dramatic handwriting.

      

      

      You were so perfect, never getting into trouble like I did. Even when I tried to be good, I messed up. Like the time I dumped all the nails in one bin at the store because I thought that would look neater.

      I thought Mom and Dad would love me more if I did something good for a change like you did all the time.

      

      

      Paige pressed her lips together and her chin trembled as she remembered how furious their father had been. Poor Krissy hadn’t realized nails came in different sizes and were separated for a reason. Neither their mother nor father had given Krissy credit for trying.

      Paige had done as usual and made herself invisible in the back room. Why in the world hadn’t she helped Krissy?

      Because you were a coward! You didn’t want your parents to be angry with you.

      Finally, as time passed, Paige had realized that Krissy had stopped trying.

      Paige sniffed and wiped away her tears. “I’m so sorry, Krissy,” she whispered. “I should’ve helped you. I should’ve been a better sister.”

      Blinking, Paige continued reading the letter.

      

      

      I know I used to drive you crazy by following you around. But I wanted to see how you did it, how you never seemed to get into trouble.

      That’s what I want for Bryan. I haven’t been a real good mom, but I love my son more than I can ever say.

      It just seems like I always want to see what’s around the next bend in the trail, thinking maybe I’ll find the answer I’m looking for somewhere out there. Fact is, I’ve never figured out what the right question is.

      If you’re reading this, it means I took a wrong trail and now Bryan really needs you. He needs your stability, the way you have your head on straight, your ambition and your goodness.

      I couldn’t give him those things. I don’t know how. But you can. Please, Paige, take care of my son for me. I love him more than anything in the world.

      I love you, too.

      I know Mom and Dad would want you to do this.

      Kristine

      

      

      Paige gulped down a whole bucket of guilt.

      Mom and Dad would want you to do this.

      She blew her nose and wiped her eyes. She slipped the letter back into the envelope, which also contained a copy of Krissy’s handwritten will, Bryan’s birth certificate and a record of his vaccinations up to three years ago.

      She’d failed her sister. Like their parents, she’d ignored Krissy’s efforts to fit in, to be loved despite the fact she sometimes messed up.

      Leaving the envelope on the daybed, she stepped outside onto the side porch from the sewing room.

      Her grandfather owned sixty or seventy acres of land, most of it undeveloped. Paige had only explored a small portion as a child.

      In the late afternoon rays of sunlight, the new needles on the pine and fir trees glistened bright green. Aspen trees down by the lake, which had shed their leaves for the winter, with the arrival of spring shimmered iridescent flashes of green in the light breeze. Not far away, Paige could hear Moccasin Creek flowing with snowmelt from the mountains that rose above Bear Lake.

      Springtime was a wonderful time to be alive and a lousy time to die.

      Tears sprang to her eyes again, and her vision blurred. “Why didn’t you tell me all this when you were alive?”

      Paige would have tried harder to get to know Krissy. Understand her.

      A painful laugh broke from her throat. What a joke! Krissy had recently celebrated her twenty-seventh birthday. Paige had had all that time to help her little sister and she’d done squat.

      Now she had a second chance. With Bryan. If he’d let her try.

      * * *

      It was nearly dark and Grandpa was sleeping in his recliner when Bryan finally came in the house. He marched right past Paige, who was sitting on the couch reading, and went to his room. He slammed the door.

      Patience, Paige. The youngster was facing a big change in his life. Little wonder he was upset.

      Grandpa mumbled something and went right back to sleep.

      Sighing, Paige got up and walked down the hall. She knocked softly on Bryan’s door. “It’s me. Can I come in?”

      “Go away!”

      “I think we ought to talk, Bryan. This is all new to me, too.”

      Her plea was met with silence.

      “Could I at least give you a hug? I know you miss your mother.” She’d hugged Bryan when she had arrived yesterday, but his response had felt more perfunctory than loving. Understandable given the situation and the fact that she hadn’t seen him in months.

      She heard what sounded like a boot dropping to the floor in Bryan’s room. A moment later, the other boot followed the first.

      “Your mother loved you very much,” she said to the closed door. “When she picked me to be your guardian, she thought it was the right thing to do.” Paige intended to follow her sister’s wishes as best she could. “Please, it won’t hurt to talk, will it? I’m sure we can work things out together.” That, at least, was her prayer.

      The knotty-pine door remained firmly closed, the boy’s displeasure radiating through the wooden barrier without the need for words.

      Paige hated confrontations. She had since she’d been a child. Although she’d learned how to deal with difficult situations in her position at the hotel, she didn’t think now was the time to push her luck. She’d let Bryan sleep tonight. Hopefully he’d be better able to listen and understand the situation in the morning.

      Returning to the living room, she stood looking at her grandfather. There were definite signs of aging. He didn’t move as fast as he used to and she’d noticed he’d become breathless walking into the church for the funeral service. She feared the difficulty was more than the stress of losing his granddaughter.

      Maybe Krissy had been right not to rely on their grandfather to see Bryan into adulthood. As much as Grandpa loved the boy, and Bryan loved him, the court might not even accept Grandpa as a viable candidate СКАЧАТЬ