The Cowboy's Homecoming. Carolyne Aarsen
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Название: The Cowboy's Homecoming

Автор: Carolyne Aarsen

Издательство: HarperCollins

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isbn: 9781474033428

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      “Does that mean I’m off the hook?” Lee asked. Since everyone else was tied up with preparations for the wedding, he had been volunteered to show the reporter around. Take him on a few rides up in the hills and show him as much of the ranch as he could. They had planned a cattle drive for the cows and calves they had to move to pasture, and had even talked about a campfire out in the hills like the way they used to do during fall roundup.

      Monty settled his gaze on Lee, who felt a shiver of apprehension at the concern on his father’s face. “The editor, Maddie, found someone else to do the story.” He paused and the shiver became a chill. “Abby Newton will be coming tomorrow. She’s the reporter slash photographer who is replacing Burt.”

      * * *

      Abby took her foot off the accelerator as her car crested the hill leading down into Refuge Ranch, its many buildings clustered in the basin below her. The sprawling ranch house sat off to one side tucked into a copse of spruce. Its large stone chimney soaring skyward from the house was framed by large panes of glass overlooking mountains cradling the basin.

      There was another smaller house to the left of that. From the information Maddie had forwarded her, she suspected that was John Argall’s house, the new partner in the ranch. A large shed housing some tractors and haying equipment dominated the rest of the yard. Beside that was another barn and various outbuildings, one of which sported a sign, swinging from a wrought-iron frame. Abby couldn’t read the writing from here, but she suspected the building was the leather-working shop where Keira Bannister toiled away. Large corrals took up a few more acres of space, and beyond that pastures rolled away for endless miles. Though it wasn’t operating at capacity—Monty had downsized after Lee left—it was still a large ranch. And the Bannister name was embedded in Saddlebank history.

      Part of her wanted to turn, run back and tell Maddie she couldn’t do this.

      How could she deliberately spend time with Lee? Or face the family she insisted pay for what had happened to her father?

      But she had said yes, and Abby wasn’t someone who went back on her word.

       Ever.

      So she tamped down the anxiety, stepped on the gas and headed down to Refuge Ranch.

      As she got closer to the ranch, she saw a tall, solitary figure leaving the house, head covered by a brown cowboy hat. He looked up when she pulled into the graveled parking pad by the main house. Dark eyes narrowed as he stared in her direction, his hands dropping on his hips, and she guessed Lee was as happy to see her as she was to see him.

      No turning back now.

      Abby parked her car and turned it off, whispering a quick prayer for strength and courage. Then she grabbed her knapsack and stepped out. She limped to the back door and pulled out a crutch, willing the flush that was even now heating her cheeks to go away. It was embarrassing to need a crutch, but the doctor she had seen last night recommended it for today. Just to make sure the cut healed properly.

      “Good morning, Lee,” she said as she hobbled toward him.

      “Morning.” He glanced from her crutch to her. “How’s the ankle?”

      “Not as bad as yesterday but not as good as the day before. Thankfully the doctor said I could keep it.” Then to deflect the attention from herself, she glanced up at his forehead, still sporting a bandage. “How’s the head?”

      He reached up and touched the bandage. “Oh yeah. It’s fine.”

      “No permanent damage?” The saucy tone in her voice was a defense mechanism, but she could tell from his frown that he didn’t appreciate her attempt at levity.

      “I think I’ll live,” he returned. “But that’s only my opinion. Head injury patients aren’t always reliable.”

      His comeback surprised her. He was still frowning, but maybe that was his default expression.

      “I might have to verify that statement with your other family members.” Seriously, quit already, she told herself. She always started joking when she was nervous.

      He simply nodded and one of those now-too-familiar awkward silences fell between them.

      “So, I heard you’re doing the piece for the Near and Far?” he said.

      “Burt contracted some exotic bug and is stuck in a hospital in Bangkok.” Which, right about now, sounded more appealing than being stuck in Saddlebank, Montana. “My editor asked me to take over. I happened to be here, so it makes sense. Kind of.” She slipped her knapsack over one shoulder and grabbed her crutch. “So...maybe you can bring me to see your father? The sooner I get going, the sooner I can be done.”

      And didn’t that sound enthusiastic.

      “I mean, the sooner I can get out of your hair,” she amended. “I know you and your family must be busy with all the wedding and ranch celebrations.”

      Lee sent her a bemused look. “I’m actually kind of useless with canapés and centerpieces. So I’m stuck on writer detail.”

      “Excuse me...?” she stammered. “What...what do you mean?”

      “Dad’s busy getting stuff sorted for the anniversary, John, Keira and Heather are all tied up with the wedding and our hired hand’s mother ended up in the hospital, so he’s had to drop everything to be with her. Which leaves me to show you around.”

      Abby’s poor overworked heart dropped like a rock down a mine shaft.

      “I may not have been around the ranch much the last few years, but I know its history,” Lee continued, obviously misreading her reaction.

      As he talked Abby could only stare at him, feeling just this side of coherent as his words slowly registered. Lee. Would be her guide.

      Lee Bannister the man—

      She gave herself a mental shake, yanking her foolish thoughts from the past as she struggled to become the professional journalist she was getting paid to be.

      “Okay... We’ll, uh, work through this.”

      This bumbling confession netted her another scowl.

      “So, I guess this is the home place?” she asked, gesturing toward the ranch house. She’d read the background notes that Maddie had sent her from Burt, but they were scattered bits and pieces of useless information. She was virtually starting from scratch.

      “Yes, but it’s not the site of the first house,” Lee replied. “I can show you the original homestead. It was set closer to the road. Would you like to see it?”

      “Of course.”

      He lifted a dark eyebrow. “You going to be able to walk? It’s down the road a couple hundred feet.”

      “I’ll manage,” she said, because she had no other choice. Maddie had warned her that she would be doing a lot of traipsing around, possibly even riding. Her ankle didn’t hurt as much as yesterday, but she didn’t want the cut to open up again. The last thing she needed was another painfully awkward first-aid situation.

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