The Swinging R Ranch: The Swinging R Ranch / Whose Line Is It Anyway?. Debbi Rawlins

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      Everyone kept talking until Abby wanted to clamp her hands over her ears. Instead, she glared at Mona, who had the audacity to grin and wink. Beside her, Gramms shifted from one foot to the other, looking distraught.

      Abby felt no pity. This was supposed to be her big night and it was turning into something horrible. How could her grandmother have participated in this calamity? “Would everyone please calm down and listen?” she began. If only they understood…

      When the noise only grew louder, Max picked up an empty water glass and hit the side with a spoon. It made enough of an odd tinkling noise that he got most everyone’s attention.

      “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said with one of his charming smiles, “perhaps I can help clear up this misunderstanding.” The women all smiled back, and some of them started fanning themselves. The men waited rather patiently for him to continue.

      Mixed feelings plagued Abby. She was glad he got them to settle down, but she didn’t want to be rescued by him, or feel obliged to him in any way.

      “Yesterday I arrived to a couple of surprises.” He glanced at Mona, and then smiled at all and sundry again. “You see, Aunt Lily’s will wasn’t all that specific.”

      He paused, and a brief silence followed, until comprehension dawned and the crowd started laughing. Mona looked a tad put out, and Abby didn’t mind that one bit.

      Max gave a good-natured shrug. “To make a long story short, Abby was teasing me when she mentioned something about shutting down the Swinging R.”

      His eyes found hers, daring her to contradict him.

      Virgil turned to her. “So you don’t really have some foolish idea to close those gals down.”

      She hesitated, stewing over the corner Max had backed her into. “Close those gals down? We were talking about a place, a building, not the ladies.”

      “Same thing.” Virgil waved a dismissive hand. “The Swinging R is practically an institution and so are them gals.”

      A chorus of “yeahs” made her teeth grind together.

      “So, what is it, Abigail?” Virgil had gone to stand next to Max and Mona. Wasn’t that just cozy?

      She glanced at Gramms. Their eyes met for a second, and then Gramms looked away. That hurt.

      Abby sniffed. “Weren’t you all listening to what I said tonight? I have enough on my plate to worry about without expending my energy on the Swinging R.”

      Virgil frowned, along with several others. “That means you’re leaving the Swinging R alone?”

      She glanced at Max. He pressed his lips together, trying to suppress a grin, and she gave him a look that told him how delighted she was to provide him with all this entertainment.

      He let the grin take over, then mouthed, “Just cry uncle.”

      That did it. She tapped the microphone, and assured that it still worked, she leaned toward it and said, “Okay, everyone, if you have a few more minutes, let’s talk about the Swinging R. How many of you have been out there lately?”

      The men all sat there stone-faced, while some of their wives waited for their answers.

      After a long silence, Herb held up a hand, and said, “I have.”

      Everyone roared with laughter.

      Mona gave his arm a light smack with the back of her hand. “They already know that, Herbie.”

      Abby waited until the crowd settled down. “All right, I have a question for you, Herbert. What sort of shape is the place in? Do you think it’s safe?”

      He started loosening his bandana again, glancing at Mona and looking as though he wanted to hightail it out of the hall. “Well, I’m not sure.”

      “What about the back steps? There were a few rotting boards you had to replace, weren’t there? And didn’t a couple of others come loose. Aren’t you afraid Mona, or one of the other ladies might fall and hurt themselves? Didn’t you ask them to avoid using the back door if possible?”

      “For crying out loud, you sound like a prosecutor,” Mona said. “You want to be mayor, or are you looking to take over Chester Southby’s law practice?”

      “Sounds to me like she’s the one doing the avoiding—the issue, that is.” Virgil narrowed his gaze on her. “Maybe you need some competition, young lady. Someone besides old Cleghorn.”

      Abby couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She waited for someone to come to her defense, to tell Virgil he was crazy, but most of the women were too busy ogling Max, and the men didn’t want the place shut down.

      She looked at Gramms for support, but she turned away. Abby sucked in a breath. Geez Louise, if her own grandmother wasn’t on Abby’s side…

      Boy, was she screwed.

      7

      ABBY HAD JUST FINISHED her lesson plans for next week when someone knocked at her classroom door. For the first time ever, she’d closed it, having no desire to talk with anyone. Last night had ended in a disaster and she needed time to lick her wounds.

      But, of course, closing her door, something she never did, probably invited more speculation, more curiosity, more trouble. She didn’t care, not as long as she had some peace and quiet. And didn’t have to hear the name Swinging R. Or Max Bennett.

      She hesitated a long time before forcing herself to get up from her desk and head for the door. It was probably Mrs. Bacon, demanding to know what Abby thought she was doing closing a door in Bingo, Nevada. Sometimes she truly didn’t know why she ever came back. Max was right. It was nothing but a hick town.

      Cringing at her own thoughts, she opened the door, and sighed with disgust. “What the hell are you doing here? Trying to finish me off?”

      Max frowned. “You can’t possibly blame me for last night.”

      Wordlessly, she turned and went back to her desk. When he followed, she snapped, “Did I invite you in?”

      He shut the door behind him. “How can you think last night was my fault?”

      That made her a little nervous. If she were speaking to him she’d tell him to leave it open. But then he was likely to get the wrong idea. Good thing she wasn’t speaking to him.

      She picked up a Walkman lying on her desk, adjusted the headphones on her ears and cranked up the volume before she slid a stack of tests to correct in front of her. Before she could grab her red pen, Max lifted the headphones off her head from behind.

      “Hey!” She twisted around and scowled at him. “Ouch!”

      “Don’t move. It’s caught in your hair. And turn the damn volume down.”

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