The Cowboy's City Girl. Linda Ford

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СКАЧАТЬ he and his family had tried to help Charlie. Pa had even hired him on several occasions. But Charlie ended up wandering away, leaving a job undone and searching instead for something he thought he’d find in a bottle.

      Charlie lurched to one side, then caught Levi’s arm to steady himself.

      Levi glanced toward the house. The rain had stopped, allowing anyone who happened to glance out the kitchen window a full view. If Beatrice saw them would she not think the same as so many people did? Drunk half-breed.

      His jaw muscles tightened. He couldn’t help what she saw or what she thought. He wasn’t like Charlie but not many would choose to believe that.

      Charlie was kin, but even if he hadn’t been, Levi would not have left him in his present state. He led him and the horse to the barn and turned the horse loose to tend to later. He took Charlie to the water trough and ducked his head underwater twice. It wasn’t like he could get much wetter. He must have ridden throughout the storm that had now passed over. “Maybe that will sober you up.”

      Charlie sputtered his protests.

      “Let’s go to the bunkhouse.” None of the cowboys was around to protest Charlie’s presence. They made it to the meager quarters and Levi found a change of clothes for his cousin, who was beginning to sober up. Maybe Levi could persuade the man to sign on again. Pa wouldn’t object and Levi could keep him busy with odd jobs.

      Levi took a good hard look at Charlie. “I guess you’ll do.”

      Charlie grinned somewhat crookedly. “For what?”

      “For coming to the house for supper.”

      Charlie’s grin widened. “Aunt Maisie is always happy to see me.”

      Levi grunted. “She doesn’t care for you showing up drunk.”

      “I’s okay now.” Charlie held out his arms and walked across the bunkhouse.

      Levi had to admit he did an admirable job of walking a straight line considering he couldn’t stay upright less than an hour ago. “Let’s go, then.” He judged that Beatrice had had plenty of time to prepare a meal and his growling stomach informed him it was time to eat.

      They strode toward the house, avoiding the puddles in the yard. Hot water filled the basin on the outside stand, so they washed up then stepped inside.

      Charlie ground to a halt as he saw Maisie resting in her chair. Seeing her there relieved a degree of Levi’s worry.

      “What happened to you?” Charlie asked.

      Maisie reached out welcoming hands to Charlie as she explained her accident. Levi followed and they both kissed her on the cheek.

      “This lovely young lady has come to help me so I can rest my leg. Beatrice, this is Levi’s cousin, Charlie.”

      Charlie turned to meet Beatrice. His mouth dropped open.

      Levi thought it must take a great deal of effort but Charlie managed to close his mouth and swallow loudly. “Pleased to meet you.” He didn’t offer a hand, perhaps wondering if she would object to him touching her.

      Levi allowed himself a little self-satisfaction. Not only had he touched her, but he’d also held her in his arms. He could have told Charlie she was as light as a newborn colt but smelled like a whole field of wild roses. Of course, both times she’d not been in a position to object to being held by him. Something he must bear in mind before he got too cocky about it.

      “You’re the prettiest girl Levi ever brought here,” Charlie blurted out.

      Levi pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead. “Charlie, you’re going to make her think I have a habit of bringing girls to the ranch.”

      Charlie struggled to find something to say.

      Levi held his breath as he wondered what his cousin would drop into the conversation to further embarrass Levi.

      Finally, Charlie got his words out. “Only Helen. No one else.”

      Helen. The only reminder of how others viewed him that he needed. “Sit down, Charlie.”

      Beatrice scurried past him to set another place at the table.

      “Yes, please sit down,” Maisie said.

      Beatrice placed the serving dishes on the table and sat across from Levi and Charlie. Maisie sat at one end of the table. The other end remained empty. No one ever sat in Big Sam’s place when he was absent.

      “Levi, would you ask the blessing?” Maisie said. She reached for Levi’s hand on one side and Beatrice’s on her other.

      With his head tipped, Levi watched Beatrice. Would she take Charlie’s hand?

      Beatrice stared at Charlie. Neither she nor Charlie reached for the other. He wasn’t sure who to be annoyed with.

      Maisie squeezed his hand, bringing his attention back to the need to fill his empty stomach. He closed his eyes and prayed. “Lord, we thank You for Your provision of the food upon this table. Amen.” For no one else’s ears, he added, Help this woman take care of Maisie so her leg can heal. He did not add, Help me remember she’s white and a rich city girl—and I’m a half-breed and a rancher.

      “And thank you to Beatrice for preparing the food,” Maisie added as she passed the meat to Levi.

      He forked off a chop. Looked at both sides of it and gingerly put it on his plate. It was almost black but he was hungry enough to eat almost anything.

      Charlie poked at three chops before he selected one.

      Beatrice murmured, “No thanks,” and passed the platter to Maisie.

      Maisie took a piece of meat without comment.

      The rest of the food was passed around.

      Charlie grunted as he spooned out some peas. “Still got water on them.” He edged the vegetables from the bowl.

      Conversation died as everyone tackled the food. Levi tried to cut through his potato. It was as hard as a marble in the center. The lumpy, gluey gravy did not make it go down easier.

      Maisie bravely ate the food on her plate, though he wondered how she could get it down.

      Charlie rearranged his.

      Levi put a piece of burnt meat in his mouth, choked a little and washed the food down with a glass of water. His eyes watered.

      “I’m sorry.” Beatrice pushed her chair back and bolted outside.

       Chapter Three

      Shock burned through Levi’s veins as he stared at the door through which Beatrice had disappeared. He’d said nothing about the ruined meal. “She mustn’t have followed your directions,” he said by way of apology to Maisie.

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