Gambling On A Secret. Sara Walter Ellwood

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      Settled into the chair by the shampoo sink after the front door closed, she smiled at Tracy. “Thank you.”

      “Not a problem. Winnie can be a bulldog if she smells a grape.”

      “A ‘grape’?”

      “A juicy story. The folks around here call them grapes–you know, like what grow on a grapevine.”

      She nodded her understanding, and Tracy turned on the water.

      “You said when you made the appointment you wanted a trim?”

      “I’d like to have my hair layered and shortened a little.” At least, she hoped that’s what she wanted. “Maybe see if you can do something with the front. I’m tired of pulling my hair back all the time.”

      “Sounds doable.” After a few uneasy moments of silence, Tracy commented, “Your hair is such a pretty color. And the curl’s natural, too, isn’t it?”

      She sighed. “I tried to straighten it once, but it didn’t work. As for the color, I’m stuck with it, too. I have too many freckles and too pale a complexion for any other shade.”

      Tracy cocked her head to the side as she applied shampoo and worked it into her hair. “With your skin tone, I’d have to agree. But really, I like the golden red.”

      “Thanks.”

      The other woman worked with her fingers to massage her scalp. A butterfly clip held Tracy’s twisted, golden highlighted brown hair at the back of her head. Friendly gray eyes were set in a face sharp with angles, much as her brother’s, except Tracy’s features were delicate, feminine.

      Tracy rinsed the lather from her hair. “I can’t imagine what the old ranch house must look like on the inside. I heard it was neglected for a lot of years even before Jock Blackwell died.”

      Tracy was hoping to harvest her own juicy grapes. Charli hated nosy people and suspected anything she told this woman would end up all over town. Nevertheless, she had to give a little if she hoped to get a little. She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. “It’s in pretty bad shape, I’m afraid. Every day I live there, I find more needs fixing.”

      Tracy motioned for her to move onto the swivel chair before the gilt-framed mirror. “What are you planning on doing with the ranch? You’re not married, are you? The house is so big.”

      “No, I’m not married.” Nor would she ever be. She’d never trust a man with her heart again. Love didn’t exist in a man’s world, even when they professed it. They used those pretty words to get what they wanted from a woman, but they never gave any of themselves in return. She’d learned that too many times the hard way.

      Biting back the bitterness, she repeated what was already public knowledge. “I want to get into the cattle business, possibly go organic eventually. I’ve done a lot of research on it, and there’s a big market overseas for organically grown beef.”

      “Yeah, there is. If a rancher has the capital to put out, it’s the way to go. So, that’s why you moved to Colton?” Tracy didn’t sound convinced. “Your landlady told me you were going to college. You definitely know how to stay busy.”

      Leave it to Aida Mae Pratt to share her personal information. Thank God, she hadn’t shared much with the elderly woman.

      She’d play along. “I would say I know how to make sure I lose my mind.”

      Tracy joined her in a laugh. “You’re taking social work, right? Whatever made you choose that field?”

      No one knew of her other plans–the real reason she’d bought the ranch. How would the people of Colton feel about those plans?

      Measuring her words carefully, she said, “I want to work with troubled teens someday by opening a halfway house or summer camp. You know, for teenage mothers or for girls who just can’t live at home anymore.”

      “Wow, sounds ambitious.”

      As Tracy finished combing out the tangles in her hair, Charli changed the subject. “So, how long have you lived in Colton?”

      Tracy shrugged and reached for the scissors. “Since I was a teenager, but I consider Colton my hometown. I was born in England and lived all over. My father was an officer in the Army.”

      “Did your brother join the Army because it’s the family tradition?”

      She knew her question surprised Tracy by the way she paused in her work. “Partly. Dylan had hoped to inherit Oak Springs–not him exactly, our mother–but our grandfather decided to give it to his stepson. Dylan would have made a great rancher. He loves that kind of life. Going to the Army was the only other thing he could think of doing.”

      “Oh.” She hadn’t been expecting Tracy’s straightforwardness, which made her suspicious. She remembered Mrs. Pratt’s comments about Dylan mooching off his sister. Did Tracy simply want to get him out of her house? “I’m still looking for a manager.”

      Tracy scrunched her brows and concentrated on her hair. “I know. My brother applied for the job almost three weeks ago. You haven’t filled the position?”

      “No, I haven’t filled it yet,” she said as Tracy worked with the scissors, snipping at her waist-length hair. “I drove by the house he built near Fort Hood. It’s beautiful.”

      “It is. He built it after he and his wife were stationed in Italy for a while. I don’t know what you’ve heard about my brother, but he’s not really as bad as the rumors claim.”

      “I spoke to Mr. Ferguson. He seemed surprised I interviewed him. He told me some of what happened to Dylan.”

      Tracy stopped in mid-snip of her locks.

      Charli winced. She hoped like hell the woman knew what she was doing. She hadn’t had her hair more than trimmed since she’d walked out of the Florence McClure Women’s Correctional Center in Nevada four and half years ago.

      With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, Tracy looked at her. “Leon and Dylan don’t get along.”

      “I’ve heard. Was the oil business also your grandfather’s?”

      Tracy laughed, but it sounded a bit shaky. “My goodness, no. It came from Leon’s grandfather on his mother’s side. Leon changed the name and moved it to Dallas from Houston. Without having a son, Leon’s granddad taught him the business and left it to him. But my grandfather was a major stockholder in the company when he and his father-in-law were business partners.”

      Tracy turned the chair until she faced her. As Tracy worked on the front of her hair, Charli looked up at the stylist. “What happened to Dylan?”

      Tracy stopped cutting again and met her gaze. “He was in a bad situation in Afghanistan during his last deployment.”

      “I know he was injured.” She remembered Leon’s comment about Dylan having comrades who had died in the bombing. “He has PTSD.”

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