The Cowboy's Ready-Made Family. Linda Ford

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СКАЧАТЬ the blessing. Holding hands was another of Maisie’s rituals. He’d found the gesture comforting when he was eight and still found it comforting at twenty-one. There was one place he knew he belonged. Right here in this house.

      They passed the food and then began another of Maisie’s rituals.

      “Sam, did you get the cows moved up to summer pasture?” Over the evening meal, Maisie asked each of them about their day, starting with Pa and then proceeding in descending age.

      “Sure did. Grass is looking good already. The cows will get lots to eat. Soon there will be calves on the ground.”

      Tanner listened as Big Sam described every aspect of the herd. He’d grown up hearing this sort of thing and knew the importance of each detail.

      When Pa was done, it was Tanner’s turn.

      Maisie turned to him. “How did your day go? Did you get those horses you wanted?”

      “Sure did.” Again, he told of his day, describing the horses in more detail for her than he had for his brothers or Pa.

      “And I had a visitor.”

      “Up there?” She sounded as surprised as his brothers looked.

      “A young boy.” He enjoyed parceling out the information in a way that increased their curiosity.

      Maisie sat back, dumbfounded. “What would a child be doing up there? How old was he?”

      “Five.”

      “That’s hardly more than a baby. Levi’s age when your mama died.” She gave Levi a look of love. It was no secret the two of them shared a special bond. She brought her attention back to Tanner. “Was he lost? Abandoned?”

      “Nope. Just wandering a little far from home. It was Robbie Collins. You know, from Jim Collins’s farm.”

      Maisie made a sound half distress, half regret. “Why, it’s—” She counted on her fingers. “It’s four months since he died. I’ve been meaning to get over there. I hear his sister is caring for the children. That poor girl. They say she hasn’t anyone to help. How are they faring?”

      “I’d say she was struggling.”

      “Sam, someone ought to help them.” Maisie shook her head, her look part pity, part scolding.

      Tanner felt rather pleased that he’d be able to reassure her that someone was. “I have a set of corrals to work the horses.”

      Maisie, Big Sam and his two brothers looked at him.

      Big Sam found his voice first. “You built some already? How’d you manage that?”

      “Didn’t build some. Found some ready and waiting.” He grinned at the curiosity his words triggered.

      “Where?”

      “How?”

      “Are you joshing us?”

      “At the Collins place. Pa, did you know Jim Collins had dreams of capturing some of the horses?”

      Pa looked thoughtful. “Come to think of it, I might have heard him mention it a time or two. Took it as just that. Talk.”

      “Nope. It wasn’t. He has a set of corrals over there that are just about perfect.”

      Levi eyed his brother suspiciously. “How’s that going to work? You bought them? Rented them?”

      “Traded for them.” He explained his work agreement with Susanne Collins. That brought a look of complete astonishment from those around the table.

      “You’re going to farm?” Johnny shook his head. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

      Tanner knew what Johnny meant. He’d often scoffed at stooping to join the white man in breaking the land and sowing crops. “It’ll be worth it to have the use of the corrals.”

      As if sensing Tanner’s brothers might have a whole lot more to say about the subject, perhaps things Tanner didn’t care to hear, Maisie turned the conversation to Johnny, asking about his day.

      Tanner listened with half his attention, his thoughts on his recent agreement. What had he done by agreeing to farm? He’d never been interested in hitching a horse to a plow, though he’d had to do it a few times as Pa insisted they grow oats for feed and wheat for flour. How many times had Tanner said his Lakota mother would have hated her sons in such a role? They should be on horseback hunting buffalo. But he hadn’t been thinking about that earlier today. In fact, all he’d been thinking when he suggested the agreement was what a shame that those corrals weren’t being used and that someone ought to help Susanne no matter how much she insisted she didn’t need it. There would be plenty of people saying he wasn’t the right sort of man to do it, but no other man had appeared on the scene in months. He’d be fair to her, though, and stay as far away from Susanne and the children as was humanly possible, considering the corrals were a few hundred feet from the house. Like it or not, they needed each other.

      * * *

      Susanne wanted nothing so much as to chase Tanner Harding down and tell him in no uncertain terms she couldn’t accept his plan. But the place was falling into rack and ruin. Jim had neglected it the past year or two as he dealt with Alice’s illness and then tried to cope with her death. Susanne would be the first to admit she needed help and she would hire a man in a snap if she had the funds to pay one.

      She didn’t, so that left her no option but to accept help to get the crop into the ground. The rest of the work she’d manage on her own with the children’s help. Starting this morning. She called to them. “Let’s go fix the fence.” They wasted too much time every day chasing the cow and bringing her home.

      The girls came readily enough, but Frank and Robbie stared toward the hill, no doubt curious about Tanner’s horses. She hadn’t seen them or his pen, but Robbie had provided a detailed description. She knew the place where he held the horses. Before Jim’s death, she’d loved wandering across the hills, finding wildflowers, watching hawks soar overhead and enjoying nature. She’d always felt close to God out there. She missed those times alone.

      “Come on, boys.”

      The pair had an animated discussion before they trotted toward her. She was certain the topic of their conversation was the wild horses. Robbie had talked of nothing else since Tanner had brought him back yesterday.

      When they joined her, she caught Robbie’s chin and turned his face to her. “Robbie, I don’t want you going to see those horses. They’re dangerous. Besides, you shouldn’t be wandering about on your own. Something might happen.” Tanner had given no indication as to when he’d bring the horses to the corrals; nor when he’d turn his hand to planting the crop. She certainly had no intention of suggesting he should do it sooner rather than later, if she even saw him again. What was to stop him from riding in and out without acknowledging either her or their agreement?

      She was getting suspicious. There was no point in blaming Aunt Ada for making her that way, even though the woman had assured Jim she’d give Susanne a good and loving home and she’d done quite the opposite. The experience had made Susanne cautious and more than a little suspicious СКАЧАТЬ