Heart of Texas Vol. 3: Caroline's Child. Debbie Macomber

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СКАЧАТЬ because he’d never grown up himself, and he supposed it was true. She’d meant it as an insult, but Travis had considered it a compliment.

      They had a wonderful afternoon on the midway, and he loved every minute. He let Jeremy and Emma spend part of their allowance, but he paid for most of the rides. They went on the octopus, a ride he remembered from his boyhood, and Emma covered her eyes, screamed the entire time, then insisted they do it again.

      “Don’t spend all your money on us,” Emma said when he bought them each a huge cotton candy.

      Travis was half-tempted to say there was plenty more where that came from, but decided it would be a crass comment. “Don’t worry…” he began.

      “Be happy,” Jeremy completed for him.

      “Right,” Travis said and chuckled. He enjoyed children, always had. That was one reason he’d chosen to write for the age group he did. His overwhelming success had surprised even him.

      “In that case, could I have some popcorn, too?” Emma asked.

      Laughter bubbled up inside him. Both of these children were forthright and honest, hardworking and appreciative—and they had a sense of humor. It would be unfair to compare them to children in New York, since he knew so few, but he was sure these two were special. As special as their mother.

      “Have you met Dovie?” Emma asked a short while later between mouthfuls of popcorn.

      Dovie—not dove. A name. “No, I haven’t.”

      “You gotta meet Dovie,” Jeremy said, directing him away from the carnival rides.

      They led him to a large booth set up close to the chili cook-off area. A friendly, slightly rotund, older woman stood in front of a colorful patchwork quilt.

      “Hi, Dovie,” Jeremy said.

      “Hi, Dovie,” Emma echoed.

      “Hello, Dovie.” Travis figured he didn’t want to be left out.

      Dovie looked at him and blinked, as if she was afraid she should’ve recognized him and hadn’t. Jeremy and Emma burst out laughing.

      “This is Travis,” Emma said and reached for his hand. It was an innocent gesture, but it tugged at his heart.

      “He’s staying at the ranch,” Jeremy added.

      “From what I hear, I’m the first paying guest,” Travis explained.

      “Pleased to meet you,” Dovie said, holding out her hand. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m wondering if I could interest you in a raffle ticket for this fine quilt.”

      “Of course.” Travis reached for his wallet.

      “The Dorcas Group at church is raffling it off to raise money for missions.”

      “How much?”

      “A dollar each, or six for five dollars.”

      Travis pulled a ten from his wallet. “Give me twelve tickets.”

      Dovie flashed him an appreciative smile.

      “He’s a good guy,” Jeremy said proudly.

      “I like him, too,” Emma added.

      Travis tucked the ticket stubs securely into his hip pocket and wished Dovie luck with the quilt.

      “Thank you. How long will you be in town?” she asked.

      It’d been a common question all day. “I’m not sure yet.”

      “I hope you enjoy yourself.”

      Emma took his hand again. “You ready?” she asked. “For the chili judging?”

      “Sure,” he returned.

      “Is it time?” Jeremy asked.

      Emma nodded.

      A crowd had gathered around the chili cook-off area and the judges, five of them, stepped forward to do their taste tests. The samples were numbered so it was impossible to tell who had cooked which chili.

      “That’s Ellie Patterson,” Jeremy whispered. “She owns the local feed store.” A pretty brunette sampled the first taste and nodded in approval.

      “I hope that was Mom’s,” Emma said.

      So did Travis. The taste she’d given him the day before was fabulous and nothing like any chili he’d tasted before. He’d accidentally discovered her secret ingredient was beer but had been sworn to secrecy.

      In his short visit he’d learned quite a bit about Texas chili, which was different from anything he’d tasted in New York City or on his previous travels. In Texas the chili was thick with meat and spices and it wasn’t made with beans.

      “That’s Mr. Jordan,” Jeremy said, identifying the next judge. “He owns the Western-wear shop.”

      Someone called Billy D, owner of the local tavern, and Adam Braunfels, a restaurateur, tasted next.

      The last one to try the chili samples was a large rancher type.

      “Who’s that?” Travis asked.

      “Pastor McMillen,” Jeremy whispered back.

      That surprised Travis. The man looked like he’d be more comfortable on a horse than in a pulpit.

      After all the judges had sampled the entries, they cast their votes. The crowd grew quiet with anticipation as the town sheriff, Frank Hennessey, stepped forward with the results of the voting.

      Emma stood next to Travis with her eyes tightly shut, her hands raised and fingers crossed.

      Sheriff Hennessey cleared his throat. “It was a difficult decision this year, but it appears that one entry stood out as the most flavorful. The voting is unanimous. The winner is—” the faint sound of a drumroll could be heard in the background “—number five.”

      Travis frowned, not knowing who the winner was until he noticed Nell. She stood there as though in a daze.

      “Nell Bishop,” Frank Hennessey shouted cheerfully as a stunned Nell moved slowly toward the microphone. “It gives me a great deal of pleasure to present you with this check in the amount of five hundred dollars.”

      Nell might be in shock, but Travis noticed that she snapped out of her stupor fast enough when it came to reaching for the check. The crowd loved it.

      Following the competition, spoonfuls of chili, dished up in small paper cups, were left for the crowd to taste. People surged toward the table that held the samples labeled “number five.”

      “Yay, Mom!” Emma said, rushing forward and hugging her mother.

      “This is really cool,” Jeremy said. He exchanged a high five with his mother.

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