The Cowboy's Holiday Blessing. Brenda Minton

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       The person at the front door found the doorbell. The chimes sounded through the house and the dog growled low, resting his head on Jackson’s leg. The way his luck went, it was probably one of his siblings coming to check on him. This could go two ways. Either they’d give up, knowing he was alive and ignoring them, or they’d break the door down because they assumed the worst.

       He opted for remaining quiet and taking his chances. Moving seemed pretty overrated at the moment. Three nights of sleeping on the couch after a horse decided to throw him into the wall of the arena, and this morning it felt like a truck had run over him.

       The way he figured it, after another attempt or two they’d give up. Unless the “they” in question weren’t his siblings, but instead someone with literature and an invitation to church. Or it could be that girl he dated last month, the one that wouldn’t stop calling. He covered his face with his arm and groaned. The dog at his feet sat up.

       The door rattled again and the dog barked. The next time they knocked harder. Jackson shot the dog a look and Bud cowered a little.

       “Thanks, you mangy mutt.”

       He sat up, careful to breathe deep. Bruised kidneys, cracked ribs and a pulled muscle or two. Man, he was getting too old for this. He’d given up bull riding a few years back for the easier task of raising bulls and training horses. Every now and then a horse got the best of him, though.

       He got to his feet and headed for the door, moving slowly and taking it easy. He buttoned his shirt as he walked. The dog ran ahead of him and sat down in front of the door.

       When he got to the door he looked in the mirror on the wall and brushed his hands through his shaggy hair. He rubbed a palm across whiskers that should have seen a razor days ago.

       “I’m coming already.” He jerked the door open and the two people on his front porch stared like they’d just seen a man from Mars.

       He glanced down. Yeah, his jeans were the same ones he’d worn yesterday and his shirt was pretty threadbare, but he was fully clothed and decent. He ran a hand through his hair again and tried to smooth it down a little.

       “What?” If they were selling cookies or raffle tickets, he wasn’t going to be happy. Take that back; he already wasn’t happy.

       The woman frowned and he remembered her. She’d moved into the old homestead a year or so back. She wore her typical long sweater, longer skirt and her hair in a ponytail. The glasses that framed big, brown eyes were sliding down her nose. He shook his head and focused on the girl next to her. A kid with blond hair and hazel-green eyes. Man, those eyes looked familiar.

       “Mr. Cooper, we… I…” The schoolteacher stumbled over her words. He was on painkillers but he remembered her name: Madeline. Yesterday he’d barely remembered his own name, so that was definitely an improvement.

       He grinned because the more he smiled, the more flustered she always got. At that moment she was pulling her heavy sweater a little tighter. A week or so back he’d helped her put groceries in her car and she’d nearly tripped trying to stay away from him.

       “Ms. Patton.”

       “Mr. Cooper,” she said, pushing her glasses back in place. She was cute, in a schoolmarm kind of way. “Mr. Cooper, this young lady was dropped off at my house.”

       “And this young lady is my problem why?” He shifted his attention from Madeline Patton to the girl at her side.

       The girl glared at him. He guessed her to be about thirteen. But for all he knew she was sixteen. Or ten. Kids grew up too fast these days. And yeah, when had he started sounding like his parents? He’d kind of thought if he didn’t get married and have kids it wouldn’t happen.

       Wrongo.

       He leaned against the door frame. The dog had joined him and was sitting close to his legs, tongue lapping up cool air.

       “Mr. Cooper, it is your problem…”

       “Call me Jackson.” He grinned and she turned three shades of red. He could do one shade better than that. “And I’ll call you Maddie.”

       Yep, from rose to pure scarlet cheeks.

       “Madeline.” Her little chin raised a notch as she reminded him. “Please let me finish.”

       He nodded and kept his mouth shut. Time to stop teasing the teacher. But for the craziest reason, one he couldn’t grab hold of at the moment, he couldn’t stop smiling at her. Maybe he’d never noticed before that her smile was sweet and her eyes were soft brown.

       Maybe it was the pain meds talking to his addled brain, scrambling his thoughts the way his insides were already scrambled. Something was causing random thoughts to keep running through his mind. Worse, to jump from his mouth.

       “Mr. Cooper, this young lady was dropped off at my house by her aunt. She left the girl and drove away.” She paused a long moment that felt pretty uncomfortable. He got the distinct impression that she was making a point, and he didn’t get it.

       “Why is that my problem?”

       The girl stepped forward. A kid in a stained denim coat a size too small and tennis shoes that were worn and holey. She brushed back blond hair with bare hands red from the cold. When had it gotten this cold? A week ago it had been in the sixties.

       The kid gave him a disgusted look. “What she’s trying to tell you is that I’m your daughter.”

       “Excuse me?” He looked at her and then at the teacher. Madeline Patton shrugged slim shoulders.

       “I’m your daughter.”

       He raised his hand to stop her. “Give me a minute, okay?”

       Jackson rubbed his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. Deep as he could. He turned his attention back to the girl with the hazel-green eyes. He noticed then that the blond hair was sun-bleached, sandy brown more than blond.

       The kid stared back at him, probably waiting for him to say or do something. Now, what in the world was he supposed to do?

       “Aren’t you going to say something?” She stepped close, a determined look on her face.

       “Can you give me a minute? It isn’t like I got a chance to prepare for this. It’s early and I wasn’t sitting around thinking a kid would show up on my door today, claiming to be mine.”

       “Mr. Cooper—” Madeline Patton stepped forward, a little cautiously “—I know this is awkward but we should probably be calm.”

       “Calm?” He laughed at the idea of the word. “I didn’t plan on having the postal service deliver a package to my house today. I certainly didn’t expect a special delivery that walks, talks and claims to be mine.”

       It really wasn’t possible. But he could keep some random thoughts to himself. He could take a deep breath and СКАЧАТЬ