Heart Of Texas. Mary Baxter Lynn

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      Clark shuddered to think of what he would do without his foreman. If nothing else, Joe was invaluable because Clark was rarely able to get to the ranch. He depended sorely on Joe to keep things up and running.

      “I’m tolerable,” Joe finally responded, following several deep drags on a cigarette before dropping, then crushing it with a scuff-toed boot. “I sure as hell wasn’t expecting you anytime soon.”

      “I wasn’t expecting to be here, either. I stayed at Zelma’s place in town last night and thought I’d stop in this morning for a look around the ranch.”

      Joe shoved the brim of his soiled hat back. “So, what’s up?”

      “Business, actually.”

      “Well, whatever, I’m shore glad to see you, ’cept you don’t look so good.”

      “I had a bad night. The old back nailed me.”

      “Man, that’s too bad.”

      Clark’s mouth curved down. “Yeah, it is. And it’s something I’m going to have to learn to live with.”

      Joe merely shook his head.

      Clark turned away, his eyes roaming over his treasured domain, taking in pastureland as far as the eye could see, all dotted with cattle. Then he turned and noticed the ranch house sitting atop a hill.

      The white paint that covered it sparkled in the morning sunlight. The last time he’d taken a vacation, he and Joe had made some much needed repairs to the rambling old house, making it livable, if not cozy.

      “You stayin’ for a while?” Joe asked.

      “I’m not sure. Right now, though, I have to go, but I’ll be back later.”

      Joe waved his hand. “I’ll be here. I’m starting to brand that new herd we got last week.”

      “Again, I sure appreciate you taking care of that for me,” Clark said, hearing the longing in his own voice.

      A friend from Lufkin had called and said he was selling off his herd and had wanted to know if he was interested. Clark had said yes without hesitation. But he’d been unable to get away; too much was going on. Of course he’d called Joe, who had said, No sweat, boss.

      Apparently, it hadn’t been any sweat, as the new cattle were chomping on his grass with the same vengeance as hogs on slop. Clark felt envious of Joe and his relatively uncomplicated life.

      Hell, he’d like to be dressed in his grubs the same as Joe and work with him, tagging the cattle with the Garrison Ranch brand.

      One of these days, Clark told himself.

      “Look, you don’t have to thank me,” Joe said. “I’m just doing the job I love.”

      Clark smiled, then slapped him on the shoulder again. “Just don’t ever quit on me.”

      “I’d be a crazy man to do that.” Joe grinned. “Hell, you pay too much.”

      Clark laughed. “I’ll see you later.”

      Once Clark was back in his utility vehicle, he took one more look around the place, sighed, then drove off. When he’d awakened earlier that morning, he’d been afraid to move for fear his back would freeze up on him again.

      It hadn’t, thanks to the doc with the magic fingers. Thoughts of Sara and the evening before had jumped to the front of his mind in vivid detail, and he’d groaned. He couldn’t afford emotionally or monetarily to think about Sara Wilson in any capacity other than that of a doctor and a businesswoman. Yet the fact that she was part owner of the facility he was sent there to purchase had definitely rattled his cage.

      Earlier that morning, instead of dwelling on the predicament he was in, he’d gotten out of bed, showered and, over several cups of coffee, had read the entire file concerning the facility and the owners. The information had been sketchy, but he wasn’t worried. All he needed to know was how to get the owners’ names on the dotted line of a sales contract.

      With that uppermost in his mind, Clark had intended to head straight for the nursing facility, eager to scope it out. And with his aunt Zelma residing there, he had every right to be on hand and do all the snooping he wanted without raising any suspicion.

      However, at the last minute, he’d decided to run by the ranch, eager to see that, as well. Now as he drove through the arched gates of Quiet Haven, to say he was impressed with what he saw would be an understatement.

      This was indeed a prototype facility, one Norton and Associates just had to have. Excitement coursed through Clark as he parked the vehicle and got out. The outside, surrounded by gardens, both flower and vegetable, was awesome. When he walked inside, he pulled up short, equally impressed.

      He hadn’t a clue whether it was Sara or the Merricks or both who were responsible for the building and the decor. No matter, it was damn well done. So far he hadn’t seen a nursing home that could equal this one, and he’d only stepped inside the front door.

      To the right and left of the entryway were two spacious living areas with nice furniture and game tables. In both of the rooms, residents were milling about. Clark knew from the blueprint of the facility that it was comprised of three wings. First off, he needed to locate the unit where his aunt resided.

      Suddenly he felt a tug on his arm, followed by a small voice saying, “Mister.”

      Clark swung around to find a tiny lady with watery eyes staring up him. He smiled. “Yes, ma’am?”

      “Do you know where I live?”

      “No, ma’am, I don’t,” Clark said uneasily, not used to dealing with the residents themselves.

      Her lower lip quivered.

      “But I bet I can find out and take you home,” Clark said quickly, sensing she was about to burst into tears.

      Her uneven features brightened. “Oh, thank you.”

      Before he’d taken two steps, a nurse approached them. “Sir, are you a relative of Mrs. Mary’s?”

      “No, I’m not,” Clark answered in a soft tone.

      “I didn’t think so.” The nurse gave him a lame smile, then placed her arm around the lady’s shoulders. “Come on, Mary, I’ll take you to your room.”

      Clark swallowed a hard sigh as he strode forward to the nurses’ station, where he asked directions to Zelma’s room. Once there, he found his aunt sitting in a chair sound asleep. He pulled another chair beside his aunt’s, but didn’t wake her, trying to come to grips with the change in her. She seemed to have shriveled up, nothing like the tall, strapping woman she used to be, who could and would take a belt to him whenever she thought necessary.

      Considering he had turned into a responsible citizen, after all, he guessed she had done the right thing, though at the time he’d resented her.

      “Aunt Zelma,” he whispered, shaking СКАЧАТЬ