More to Texas than Cowboys. Roz Fox Denny

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      Shelby nodded vigorously. “Okay,” Greer said, handing the girl a glass of water and the pain pill Kristin advised Shelby take at bedtime. “Bath first and then you can sit in bed and read to me while I open boxes until your animals show up. This pill will help you relax.”

      “If I had a real dog instead of a stuffed one, we wouldn’t have packed him in a moving box. He’d be here to keep me company.”

      “Enough about getting a dog, Shelby Lynn. We’ll get one eventually. What’s a ranch without a dog or two? It’s just that there are things around here we need to finish first.”

      Greer ran water in a nice big tub in a remodeled bathroom her mom had scrubbed to a shine earlier. The fact that each cottage had a private bath, and even the one in the bunkhouse had upgrades, had gone a long way toward making this particular ranch more attractive to Greer than others Miranda had offered. It was also scary because the loan reflected those improvements. The local banker for the project had taken every opportunity to impress upon Greer the magnitude of the debt she’d taken on. She had to be open for business and bringing in an income by Thanksgiving. She simply had to, or her dreams would go the way of others that had failed here.

      “Water’s ready,” she called to Shelby. They laughed together over wrapping the cast in clear plastic. Yet when it came time for Greer to actually help with Shelby’s bath, the girl grew modest. Greer knew being bashful was partly Shelby’s age. If nothing else, it forced her to see how the years had flown past.

      “Shel, I want us to be real partners in this ranch. You’re okay with us leaving Colorado and coming here, aren’t you?”

      “Yeah. But I’m just a kid. You want me to be like Chuck Hazlett? Luke Sanderson said Chuck’s his daddy’s partner in Whippoorwill.”

      “Chuck invested money in Cal & Marisa’s dude ranch. He’s what’s called a silent partner.”

      “I didn’t like him. I’m glad you only went dancing with him twice, ’cause he didn’t like me, either.”

      Greer helped Shelby stand and climb from the tub. Wrapping her in a towel, she gave her a big hug. “That was more than enough reason for me to tell Hazlett to take a hike. You’re number one in my life, Shelby.”

      Getting into a nightgown with the cast wasn’t easy, but Greer finally figured it out. When she brushed bright, wet hair out of Shelby’s eyes, the girl ventured a question that had obviously bothered her for a while. “Mama, is there something wrong with me that my real daddy didn’t like me, and Chuck didn’t, either?”

      Greer gasped. “Is that what you think? No, Shel! Your dad never even knew you were a girl. He left long before you were born. Honey, you’ve never said a word about this before. Is there something else behind your concern?”

      “I guess I’m just lonely. I want a sister or brother like Luke has. But Lindsay said she heard Chuck say no man would ever marry you. I didn’t know why.”

      Greer gathered the girl close and hugged her tight. After depositing Shelby in the middle of her bed, Greer tucked her in and dropped a kiss on her nose. “Lindsay’s folks said time and again that she listened at keyholes and picked up half-truths. The real story is that Chuck Hazlett got mad at me and said things to the Sandersons to cover the fact that he tried to force me into a…compromising situation. Fortunately they didn’t believe him. Oh, honey, I know you don’t understand, and it never dawned on me that Lindsay would hear, or worse, repeat what she’d heard to you and Luke.” She shook her head. “Here’s your book.” Upset, Greer straightened abruptly. “If I get married, it’s going to be to the right man. Someone good and kind.” Crossing the room, she tore into the first of five boxes stacked under Shelby’s window.

      Heaving a huge sigh, the girl opened her book. But instead of reading, she asked, “Is everything Lindsay said a lie? The day we left, she said if you didn’t get married soon you’d be too old to have babies and I’d never get a sister or brother.”

      Greer’s hands hovered over a box in which she could see Shelby’s stuffed toys. She pulled out two teddy bears, a rabbit and her favorite spotted dog. Arms full, Greer rained them down on Shelby’s head. “What? For the record, missy, your mom’s not so old. Not even thirty. Today, women have babies into their forties. Since it’s apparent you’re not interested in that book, it’s lights out for you, young lady.”

      Her mom snatched away the book, and Shelby arranged the animals around her, then flopped into the pillows. Greer had no more than flicked off the light and plunged the room into darkness when Shelby, always a whiz at math, announced, “Mama, we’d better hurry and find me a nice daddy. If you wait till you’re forty to have babies, I’ll be twenty-two. By then I can have my own babies.”

      Greer’s dry response came from outside the door. “Did you switch gears and hit me with this sister bit hoping I’d relent and get you a dog? If so, it won’t work.”

      “Nope,” said the sleepy, yawning voice from the darkness. “I’ve wanted a sister lots longer than I’ve wanted a dog. It’s scary in here. Will you find our bathroom night-light, Mama?”

      “Consider it done. I’ll be unpacking boxes in the kitchen for a while if you need me. Otherwise, I’ll check on you before I go to bed.”

      Greer had been restoring order to the kitchen for two hours or more when she happened to glance out the curtainless window above the sink. Nothing but inky blackness, stretching as far as she could see. The night was very still. A shiver wound up her spine for no reason at all, other than maybe Shelby’s remarks about being lonely and her room being scary. Crossing her arms, Greer rubbed at scattered goose bumps.

      She mentally chided such silliness. The Sandersons’ ranch had been equally far from town or neighbors. The difference was that Whippoorwill had a full staff of employees and cabins filled with guests. If all went according to plan, this place would be just as busy by the end of November.

      Stepping to the door, Greer looked off in the direction of Noah’s house. Earlier, lights had flickered through the trees. Now there was nothing but blackness. She cupped her hands to the glass and peered up at a moonless sky. The kitchen clock she’d hung said it was approaching midnight. Time to go to bed. She wasn’t normally jumpy, but it’d been an eventful day. She’d be okay after a good night’s rest. In addition to everything else, there’d been a lot of emotion tied to moving home.

      Greer decided that for tonight she’d leave the small light on over the sink. Father Kelley claimed there wasn’t such a thing as bad omens. Once again she recalled those anonymous letters. She’d initially wondered if someone at the bank or on the land application committee opposed her plan to open a guest retreat. The typed, unsigned notes suggested she’d be happier with a section nearer town. Or maybe she could turn one of the big older houses into a bed-and-breakfast.

      Miranda insisted no one officially involved with the project would’ve sent the letters. She admitted facing opposition. It was known that Clint Gallagher had tried to raise capital to buy the whole parcel. The Dragging F would make a nice addition to the Four Aces. In any event, someone had sent the notes.

      As she undressed and showered quickly before crawling into bed, Greer blanked her mind to those negative thoughts. She was here now, and she planned to stay, planned to build a good life for herself and Shelby. Just before the comfort of sleep closed around her, Shelby’s comment about their needing to find Greer a nice man brought a СКАЧАТЬ