Forsaken. B.J. Daniels

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      “Agreed.” He glanced at the .357 Magnum pistol strapped on her hip. “As long as it isn’t your policy to shoot stragglers.”

      “Best not find out,” she said, slowing the pickup. Ahead he saw a wide spot next to the river. Beyond that was a Jeep trail that rose abruptly, and beyond that was nothing but towering pine-covered mountains.

      “This is where we leave the truck,” she said and climbed out.

      * * *

      NETTIE BENTON HATED to think of Frank up at the state mental hospital visiting his daughter. She’d known right from the start that there was something wrong with Tiffany when she’d rented her the apartment over the store. But it wasn’t until she’d seen the girl’s demonized drawings of Sheriff Frank Curry that she’d realized Tiffany was dangerous.

      She shook her head, remembering how that girl had almost killed him. Just the memory made her heart pound. Poor Frank. Nettie had tried to warn him, but Frank being Frank had thought the girl harmless. Tiffany and her horrible mother had put him through the wringer, and they weren’t through with him yet.

      “Don’t be jealous of my daughter,” Frank had said when she’d tried to talk to him about Tiffany.

      “You don’t even know if she’s really your daughter.”

      “Lynette—”

      “Frank, she tried to kill you!”

      He’d just shaken his head and given her one of his patient smiles. “I have to try to help her. Please try to understand.”

      She understood that he’d been scarce as hen’s teeth since the girl showed up in town and worse now that Tiffany was locked up miles away at the state mental hospital.

      Nettie missed him stopping into the store for his usual: an orange soda and a candy bar. She’d always thought he dropped by as an excuse to see her. She’d even thought they might have a second chance together—after her husband, Bob, had left for good, after deciding he wanted to live in Arizona, and before Frank’s daughter had come into his life. If she even was his daughter.

      Nettie shoved away the heartbreaking thought that maybe she and Frank had missed their chance for happiness a second time as she listened to the men in the café speculate on what could have happened to Maddie’s young sheep tender.

      Sensing there was nothing more to be gained this morning at the café, Nettie made her way back across the street to the two-story Beartooth General Store. She’d married the store, choosing Bob instead of Frank at her mother’s encouragement. She regretted the Bob part, but the store was her life. Especially now that her husband—soon to be ex—had deserted her for a trailer in an Arizona desert. Running the store had kept her mind off her unfulfilled marriage and the regret that had eaten away at her for almost thirty years.

      The only bright spot in her day had been Sheriff Frank Curry’s occasional visits. With those few and far between lately, Nettie felt at loose ends. Even the latest gossip about Maddie Conner’s tender couldn’t lift her mood.

      As she neared the store, she saw a customer waiting for her in the shade of the wide store porch that ran the width of the building.

      “If you’d read the sign on the door, it would have told you to come over to the café to get me.” She squinted against the bright spring day and did a double take as she recognized the man waiting for her. “J.D.?”

      * * *

      J. D. WEST STEPPED out of the shadow of the Beartooth General Store porch, a grin on his handsome face. In his mid-fifties, J.D. was one of those men who only got better looking with age—much like Sheriff Frank Curry, Nettie thought.

      “How ya doin’, sweetheart?” He had dark hair and eyes and a grin that had made many a young woman drop her panties before he’d left town.

      She couldn’t have been more surprised to see him. It had been years since he’d left on the run after a row with his older brother, Taylor, and the law hot on his trail.

      Nettie had heard J.D. had gotten caught and done some jail time over in Miles City, Montana. Rumors had circulated about him over the years, and alleged sightings all over the West had been reported. Most everyone either thought J. D. West was in prison somewhere or dead.

      “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” he said with a laugh.

      His laugh took Nettie back, and for a moment they were both teenagers again. She’d always liked J.D. even though she’d never succumbed to his charm.

      You like men who live on the edge. It was Bob’s voice in her head. That’s why you’ve been carrying a torch for Frank Curry all these years. She would be so glad when she could shut Bob up for good.

      “What are you doing here?” she blurted out.

      He laughed again. “Here as in Beartooth? Or here as in standing on your porch waiting for you?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer. “I decided to pay a visit to my old stompin’ grounds. When I saw your sign in the window...” He grinned.

      For a moment, she didn’t know which sign in the window he was referring to. But glancing past him, she saw her apartment-for-rent sign. The apartment over the store had been empty since Tiffany Chandler had been arrested and taken away.

      “You want to rent my apartment?”

      “I sure do. That is, if you’ll rent it to me for a week to start. Then we’ll see after that.”

      She wasn’t surprised he had no plans to stay with his brother, Taylor, out at the West Ranch. As far as she knew, the trouble between the two had never been reconciled. The two brothers couldn’t have been more different. Taylor was a family man who’d never been in trouble in his life. J.D. had been in trouble almost since the day he was born.

      “I’ll pay in cash,” he said, seeing her hesitation.

      She couldn’t say no. Not to J.D. Also, she hadn’t had any other takers for the apartment. She had hesitated more out of surprise than anything else.

      “Of course I’ll rent it to you,” she said as she climbed the steps to the porch. “Come inside and I’ll show it to you. It’s nothing fancy, mind you.”

      “Not looking for fancy, but I’ll bet it is real nice.”

      She turned to look back at him as she entered the store. “Have you been out to the ranch yet?”

      J.D. chuckled. “Not yet. I’m getting up my courage. Not expecting a brass band, but even a lukewarm welcome would be appreciated.”

      “I hope it goes well,” she said. She opened the inside door to the apartment and climbed the stairs.

      “That is real sweet of you, Nettie.”

      It wasn’t every day that a man told her she was sweet.

      “Damn you look good,” J.D. said, grinning when they reached the apartment.

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