Second Chance in Dry Creek. Janet Tronstad

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СКАЧАТЬ her life with Buck. She couldn’t bring herself to admit that her husband hit her regularly, but she knew the ranch foreman had sensed her unhappiness. She’d felt close to him that night. That’s when he’d given her the number for his private phone at the Elkton bunkhouse.

      Funny how she’d thought of that phone number so often back then that she’d memorized it. She’d almost dialed it a time or two when Buck had gotten particularly out of hand, but she never did. She was saving it as a last resort.

      It wasn’t long before Gracie saw the outlines of buildings that, even in the dark, marked the outskirts of Miles City. The hospital was at the main exit. She could tell from the green numbers on the dash of the car that it was a little after two o’clock in the morning. She hated to wake up Tessie, but they needed to be inside asking about the child’s mother as soon as possible.

      “They have coffee in the vending machines inside,” Calen said as the sheriff pulled into the parking lot. Light streamed out of the windows of the hospital. “And I have lots of dollar bills.”

      Gracie nodded. The rest of the night promised to be long.

      * * *

      The sheriff stepped out of the car the minute it stopped and headed toward the hospital.

      Soon after that, Calen closed his door, wondering if he should offer to carry Tessie. He didn’t want to startle his granddaughter.

      “I should have a stroller.” He opened the door for Gracie so she could bring the sleeping child out of the backseat with her. “She’s too heavy for—”

      “For someone my age,” Gracie said with a grimace as she swung her legs out of the car and then stood up, settling Tessie against her shoulder.

      “She’s too heavy for anyone,” Calen corrected, as he moved close enough to grab Gracie if she needed help.

      By that time, the sheriff was almost to the hospital.

      The lawman stopped and turned. “I’ll send word when I’ve had a chance to see Renee.”

      Then he stepped up to the entrance door.

      “You can go with him if you want,” Gracie offered as she looked over at Calen. “I know you’re worried.”

      They were still yards from the hospital and going slow.

      He shook his head. “I can’t leave you alone to carry Tessie.”

      Calen wasn’t used to someone else taking on his responsibility, even temporarily. Especially when the wind had started to blow and a few drops of cold rain had already landed on his face. Then he saw, under an overhang, just what he needed—a hospital wheelchair.

      “I’ll be right back,” he said, as he ran over there and rolled the chair back to where Gracie stood.

      “Next best thing to a stroller,” Calen said. “Tessie will be fine in one of these.”

      Gracie looked relieved when Tessie was settled in the chair.

      “I can push it,” he said then. The girl was still half-asleep, but she didn’t seem to care who was behind her as long as Gracie walked along beside her and held her hand. They moved much faster with the chair.

      Calen blinked as they crossed through the doorway into the main waiting room of the hospital. After all the darkness of the night, the light seemed particularly bright, so they stood inside for a moment and allowed their eyes to adjust.

      “You must be the father,” a young woman called to Calen from the check-in desk, so he pushed the wheelchair closer.

      “For Renee Hampton?” the receptionist added.

      He didn’t know any Hamptons, but the woman set a clipboard down on the counter in front of him.

      “The paramedics said you’d be coming,” she added.

      “Yes.” Calen felt proud. He didn’t care what last name his daughter gave. He hadn’t been labeled a father often in his life, and he liked the feeling.

      “They said you wouldn’t know much, but do your best with the forms.” The woman smiled as she pointed.

      Calen picked up the clipboard. “Thanks.”

      He noticed then that the woman’s smile tightened. She’d finally noticed Gracie standing beside him. “You’re Mrs. Stone, aren’t you?”

      The receptionist’s voice was barely polite. It had an avid tone to it, though, as if she expected something awful to happen and was anticipating it.

      Gracie didn’t respond in kind. She nodded and smiled quite pleasantly. “I was hoping you can tell us how Renee is doing.”

      “I’m afraid that would be a violation of our policy,” the receptionist said, more shortly than was necessary, in Calen’s opinion.

      “Did Sheriff Wall go in?” Calen asked, thinking maybe that was the reason for the sudden coldness.

      The receptionist nodded. Her eyes warmed as she looked at him. “But he didn’t say why.”

      “Good,” Gracie muttered at his side. “Shows some sense.”

      The receptionist did not even look at Gracie.

      Calen thought the awkwardness might be in his own mind until the young woman leaned forward, speaking to the side as though to shut Gracie out. “One of the paramedics told me Renee had been shot. And not in a hunting accident, if you know what I mean.”

      “That’s nothing but speculation,” Gracie responded sharply, and then stepped closer to the counter as though forcing the young woman to deal with her.

      The hospital worker, her cheeks bright pink from the reproof, did not respond.

      “I’m sure the sheriff will sort it all out.” Calen kept his voice as neutral as possible. Years of managing squabbles among the men on the Elkton Ranch had taught him not to throw fuel on any fire. There were no other people in the waiting room, but a public spectacle would do no good right now.

      Calen turned then and, motioning for Gracie to go first, started to push the wheelchair over to a line of chairs on the opposite wall. A stack of blankets sat on a small table next to the chairs. He figured Gracie only accompanied him because he had Tessie. The woman was still upset.

      Calen picked a pink blanket from the stack and spread it over his granddaughter. Then he sat down.

      “People shouldn’t gossip,” Gracie whispered after she lowered herself into the chair next to him.

      “There’s no way we can keep something like this quiet.” Calen looked over at Gracie. In the light, he could see that her hair was partially pulled out of her braid. Tessie’s work, no doubt. He felt the urge to smooth the hair back, but he didn’t think she would like it.

      “The newspapers around here are pretty good, though,” he finally said. “They know not to speculate too much, especially if there’s going to be a trial.”

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