The Ranch She Left Behind. Kathleen O'Brien

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      The boy dusted off his hands. “Not if you know how.” His grin broadened, his sunburned face busting out in white teeth, practically from ear to ear. “I know how.”

      For a minute, when he smiled, he looked kind of cute. He was a few inches taller than she was, and wiry, like boys were when they had too much energy and never stood still. His hair was blond and thick, and his eyes were a sparkly blue—just about the same color as the sky, now that it was almost evening.

      Ellen still thought Greg was cuter, because this guy looked like he might be a hick, with his dirty blue jeans and cowboy boots and flannel shirt with the cuffs rolled back. But he was pretty cute, anyhow. Stephanie would definitely think so. Stephanie had a thing for cowboys.

      â€œSo.” The boy took a Tootsie Roll out of his pocket, unwrapped it, and stuffed it into his mouth. As he started to chew, he paused. He let his hand hover over his pocket, looked at her and raised his eyebrows. “Want one?”

      She did. Though she hadn’t noticed it before, she was starving. But she thought about the diet chart in her diary. And she thought about how she’d look like a cow, chewing away at the sticky candy. He certainly did, although he obviously didn’t care what she thought. “No, thanks.”

      â€œâ€™K.” He chewed a little more. “So what are you looking for?”

      The sudden recollection of her awful mistake shot through her like a hot poker. How could she have been thinking about cute guys, or even her diet, when she’d lost her mother’s earring?

      â€œMy earring. It fell off.”

      â€œYou yanked it off, you mean.” But the kid didn’t sound judgmental, just factual. He chewed thoughtfully, his gaze scanning the overgrown grass. “What does it look like?”

      She held out her hand, opening the palm to show him the match. He walked closer, put his hands on his knees, bent down and studied it without touching, the way he might look at a specimen in science class.

      â€œIs that really yours? It looks kind of grown-up for you.” He tilted his head. “How old are you?”

      â€œI’m eleven,” she said, lifting her chin to look older, and, she hoped, skinnier. “I’m plenty old enough to wear earrings. Why? How old are you?”

      He chewed on his lower lip briefly. “I’m ten,” he said.

      â€œWhat grade?”

      â€œFourth.”

      Oh, man. He was a whole grade below her. She felt stupid for having thought he was cute. No wonder he carried Tootsie Roll candy around in his pocket and didn’t care if he looked ugly chewing a wad of caramel in front of a girl.

      â€œWell, I’m going into fifth,” she said. “And these earrings are definitely mine. My mother gave them to me. It can’t have gone far, but the grass is so high....”

      She got back on her knees and started ruffling her palm over the grass, inch by inch. “It’s important.”

      She glanced at him over her shoulder. “It’s real,” she said. Then, in case a cowboy kid wouldn’t know what that meant, she added, “like, I mean...real gold.”

      He nodded, dropped to his knees and started combing the grass, too. He was working an area much closer to where she’d been sitting, and she suddenly realized that was smarter. The earring wouldn’t have flown this far.

      She subtly worked her way back toward him, but her hopes were fading. This was like the old cliché—finding a needle in a haystack. The thatch of golden-brown dead grass below the new growth was almost exactly the same color as the earring.

      And it would be dark soon.

      â€œSo will your mom be super mad? Will you get in trouble if we don’t find it?”

      She glanced over at the boy. It was nice, him saying we like that, as if they were partners in the hunt. He didn’t have to help. He could have walked away and gone home.

      â€œNot trouble from my mom.” She bent her head again. “My mom died. Almost a year ago.”

      â€œAw. Dang.” The boy paused and looked at her. “I’m sorry about that.”

      She didn’t respond. If her eyes got blurry with tears, she wouldn’t have any chance at all of spotting the circle of gold in the grass.

      â€œGot it!” The boy suddenly jumped to his feet, his fist in the air triumphantly.

      Relief washed through her. She stood, too, holding out her hand.

      He deposited the earring in her palm with a flourish. “There you go!”

      It felt cold, from lying on the ground. She closed her fingers, as if to chafe warmth back into it. She looked up at him, so grateful she forgot to play cool.

      â€œThank you. Thank you so much....”

      â€œAlec.” The boy grinned. “Alec Garwood, rancher, wrangler and part-time treasure hunter.”

      She grinned back. She couldn’t help it. She was so happy that she hadn’t lost the only thing her mother had given her directly, with her own hands. And his smile was that kind of smile. The kind you could catch, like a cold.

      â€œI’m Ellen Thorpe. We moved in today. We’re renting the yellow cottage over there.”

      â€œNo kidding!” Alec glanced at the cottage. “That’s a cool place. So you’ve just moved here? Where from?”

      â€œWe haven’t exactly moved. We’re taking a year off while my dad works on a resort he’s building.” She didn’t feel the need to mention the shoplifting, the bad grades, the arguments with her dad. “It’s more like a long vacation. But I still live in Chicago.”

      He frowned, as if he might quarrel with that way of seeing things, but then he shrugged. “Whatever. Anyhow, those are pierced earrings. No wonder you lost them. Why don’t you get your ears pierced, so they won’t fall off?”

      She straightened. “Maybe I don’t want to get my ears pierced.”

      He looked skeptical about that, too. “All girls want their ears pierced,” he said reasonably. “Oh. I see. You’re scared to?”

      â€œOf course not. It’s just that my dad won’t let me.”

      Alec looked confused. “So?”

      She stared at him. “What do you mean, so?”

      â€œI mean...so what? How can he stop you?” Alec grinned. “My theory is I’d rather СКАЧАТЬ