All Roads Lead to Texas. Linda Warren

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СКАЧАТЬ need him showing up every few minutes. She laid down her purse and stormed outside. Wade strolled along the walkway with a sleeping bag in each hand. The other man also had two bags.

      Wade set his on the porch. “Miranda said you planned to stay here so I thought you might need these.”

      “I was planning to buy them myself.” She tried to quell her annoyance and couldn’t. “I might look helpless, but I assure you, Sheriff, that I’m not. I can take care of my family.”

      Wade tipped back his hat. “No doubt in my mind about that, ma’am, but you’re not in Chicago anymore. Around here we try to help each other, especially the newcomers. I’m sorry if you have a problem with that.”

      The kids came running, preventing her from further embarrassment. She was not only giving him a red flag, she was waving it in front of him. Why couldn’t she keep her cool around him? And why did he have to be so damn handsome?

      “Sleeping bags,” Brit shouted. “Are they for us?”

      Wade glanced at Callie for an answer.

      She swallowed her pride. “Yes. The sheriff brought them for us.”

      “Cool,” Brit said. “And look, there’s a purple one. I get it.”

      The other man brought his bags forward and Wade introduced him. “This is Virgil Dunn, my deputy.” Painfully thin, Virgil was average height and wore the same kind of clothes as Wade, except his were starched and ironed, noticeably so. And he wore a tie. It was obvious Virgil was proud of his job.

      “Nice to meet you,” Callie mumbled.

      “Welcome to Homestead, ma’am.” He nodded his head and laid the sleeping bags by the others with nervous, quick movements.

      “Look, there’s a Barbie one,” Mary Beth cried. “I get it. I get it.”

      “Oh, yay. There’s one with horses on it. I want it.” Brit was changing her mind.

      “You can’t have two, stupid,” Adam said with his usual scowl.

      “You can have the purple one,” Brit told him.

      The scowl became fierce. “I’m not sleeping in a purple bag.”

      “I’ll take the purple bag,” Callie intervened. “Adam, you can take the nice green one.”

      “Okay, but she shouldn’t get to change her mind. She’s always doing that.”

      Brit stuck out her tongue at him.

      “The kids are tired and out of sorts, so I better get their sleeping arrangements set up.” Callie thought it was time to end this visit. “I do appreciate the sleeping bags. I’m sorry I was curt. I’m tired, too.”

      “No problem,” Wade said and made to walk off, but he turned back. “Brit, if it’s okay with your mom, I have a horse you can ride. She’s quite tame and I’ll teach you the basics.”

      “Oh, wow, that’s totally cool.” Brit looked at Callie. “Can I, please? Can I?”

      “I—ah—”

      Seeing Callie’s difficulty, he added, “Think about it overnight and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

      He walked down the steps, followed by the deputy, and they went to where Odell was working. Their voices floated over her head.

      “Is it going to be much of a problem to fix?” That was Wade’s masculine voice.

      “No, Sheriff, just take a little time, but I’ll make it rock solid.”

      “Thanks, June Bug.”

      “Bubba Joe, don’t be climbing on that roof.” That was the deputy. “You’ll fall through and try to sue the city.”

      “Give it a rest, Virgil,” Wade said. “Let’s go.”

      Callie watched them leave feeling as if she were in a fishbowl with the people of Homestead looking in. And there wasn’t any escape. But the thought did cross her mind that being trapped with Wade Montgomery wouldn’t be too bad. That thought lasted a split second. The man probably labeled her a raving lunatic with her mood swings. She had to stay focused on her siblings’ futures.

      Picking up a bag, she followed the kids inside.

      “THAT MRS. AUSTIN SURE IS touchy,” Virgil said as they reached the sheriff’s office. “Mighty pretty, too.”

      “I think she just wants her space, Virg.” Wade had his own suspicions, but he wouldn’t mention them to Virgil. Virgil’s overactive imagination sometimes ran away with him and he didn’t want to give him any ammunition.

      Wade was just trying to help her. He’d found the horse sleeping bag and the green one at the feed store, but he’d had to search through Tanner’s General Store, which had an assortment of anything imaginable, to find the purple and Barbie ones. And she’d bit his head off for no reason.

      So he intended to back off and give Callie her space. The incidents happening to the newcomers bothered him though. He didn’t want anything to happen to those kids. Or Callie. The house wasn’t that far from his office and he could keep an eye on things without her really knowing.

      He cursed himself for mentioning the horse. Clearly Callie didn’t want her daughter to ride. At least not with him. He’d have to rescind the invitation, but he hated to break the little girl’s heart.

      Before he could reach his office, Millicent Niebauer came through the door, a birdlike woman with a camera around her neck and a pencil behind her ear. Barbara Jean, his secretary, was gone for the day or he’d let her handle Millicent. She and her husband, Hiram, ran the local newspaper and Millie was always on the lookout for a story. Or more to the point, gossip.

      “Sheriff, I heard we have newcomers in town over at the Hellmuth house.”

      “Yes, Millie. Mrs. Austin arrived today with her three kids.”

      “What’s she like?”

      “Touchy,” Virgil spoke up.

      “What do you mean?” Millicent turned to him and Wade sighed. Virgil was worse than any old woman gossip.

      “Well, you see, the sheriff and me took sleeping bags over to—”

      “Virg, aren’t you supposed to answer that call we just got from the Tuttles’ neighbor?” The only way to sidetrack Virgil was with police work.

      “Ah, Sheriff, I hate going over there. Cora Lou shoots at Norris every time he comes home from one of his long-haul trips, accusing him of having an affair. I’m getting tired of having to break them up. I don’t know how she misses him. His chest is as broad as a side of a barn.” Virgil headed for the door, still grumbling. “I just might arrest Cora Lou and maybe she’d stop all this foolishness.”

      “Then do it,” Wade said as the door closed.

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