Cowboy Christmas Guardian. Dana Mentink

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       FOUR

      Barrett dropped the reins, grabbed Shelby’s hand and yanked her after him. There wasn’t time to do anything but dive behind a pile of boulders and put his bulk between her and whatever shrapnel was about to come their way.

      The explosion was deafening. Shards of glass flew through the air, smashing on the rocks and cutting into his back as he tried to block Shelby from the falling debris. His eardrums rang with the percussive burst. The ground shuddered under them. He looked up in time to see Lady and Titan bolt, fleeing to the safety of the trees.

      Shelby stirred in his arms but he caged her there with his body.

      “Stay still until we know there’s nothing else coming.”

      She probably wasn’t thrilled about his command, but she acquiesced.

      It was silent save for the wind in the branches and his own harsh breathing. Through the thin jacket his mother had insisted she wear, he felt her sides rising and falling in rapid rhythm. After a few moments, he poked his head up above the pile of rocks, watching for signs of movement. He saw nothing but a flicker of white as Titan led Lady away from the danger.

      Barrett eased up and crawled from the hiding place, offering Shelby a hand. She took it, and together they surveyed the damage. He still kept a cautious eye on the trees.

      The front of her car was blackened and twisted, smoke pouring out through the broken windshield. Her expression was hard to read in the scant moonlight. Fear? Outrage? Confusion? All of them would apply.

      “What just happened?” she demanded, hands on hips.

      “Dynamite.”

      She gave him an incredulous look. “So somebody actually ignited a stick of dynamite and lobbed it at me?”

      He nodded. “Plenty left around here from the mining days. Easy to lay hands on it.”

      “I don’t care where it came from. The bigger point here is why would someone light up a stick and toss it at me? It has to be Joe Hatcher.”

      “Maybe, unless you’ve angered somebody else.”

      She folded her arms and skewered him with such a look of disdain it almost made him smile.

      “I haven’t done anything to anyone in this town.”

      He didn’t answer. Whatever she had or hadn’t done wasn’t his business. Yet once again, he found himself trying to extricate her from a pile of trouble.

      “What makes you think it’s not Joe Hatcher?” she said.

      “Doesn’t seem like a rational thing for him to do.”

      “He threatened to kill me recently, if you remember.”

      “And that was completely out of line, but he might have been shooting his mouth off. My father believes him to be an honorable man, deep down.”

      “And you believe that, too?”

      He cocked his head. “I don’t know, but I trust my father. So for now, I’ll reserve judgment.”

      She met his eyes, her own glimmering with unreadable emotion. “I admire that kind of familial respect.”

      Something was under those words, something deep and painful and raw.

      Since he did not know what to say, he dialed his cell phone and told his family about the newest development.

      “Road’s still blocked to our ranch,” Owen told him. “Cops said they’ll circle around and meet you at Arroyo’s place.”

      Arroyo’s place. He’d rather crawl through a cactus field, but he could not think of any way out of it. “Okay,” he said.

      “Need backup?”

      “Nah, thanks, though.”

      He pocketed the phone and joined Shelby, who was examining the remains of her car.

      “As soon as I get the horses back, we’ll go to your uncle’s place. Cops will meet us there.”

      She stared gloomily at the wrecked vehicle. “My first new car.”

      He decided it was not the time to tell her a nice half-ton pickup might have held up better than her flimsy foreign-made tin can.

      His mother’s voice rang through his memory. In the multitude of words there wanteth not sin: but he that refraineth his lips is wise. He’d had to copy that proverb out as punishment a number of times when he was a kid. All the Thorn brothers had, except Jack, who was so quiet no one ever knew what he was thinking.

      And then there was the youngest Thorn. Their mother would probably still be having Keegan write out Bible verses if she could get him to do it. Barrett didn’t figure Keegan would ever master the art of restraint.

      He heard no sign at all that the person who had tossed the dynamite was still around, so he figured it was okay to leave Shelby there while he went after the horses. Titan wouldn’t have gone too far and Lady would stay with him. Horses weren’t as smart as humans, but they knew the survival basics.

      Retrieving his hat from the ground and shaking off a sprinkling of glass and dirt, he put it on and headed for the trees. He was surprised to find that Shelby was following him.

      “I...I figured I’d help,” she said.

      Help? That surprised him. Maybe she was scared to be left alone, but she seemed like the kind who wasn’t scared of much.

      A memory came back to him so strong it cut his heart in two. His wife, Bree, was the bravest woman he’d known, but she’d been petrified of snakes. The day a little gopher snake wriggled into the kitchen, she’d leaped onto Barrett’s back piggyback-style, hollering for him to get rid of it. He’d been laughing so hard tears had run down his face.

      A drop of rain splatted his cheek and he realized he was standing still. Shelby was looking at him inquiringly.

      “Are you okay?” she said softly.

      “Just thinking.” He turned away СКАЧАТЬ