Caitlyn's Prize. Linda Warren

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СКАЧАТЬ threw Red’s saddle over a sawhorse, then pushed back her hat. “I have a heap of problems, guys.”

      “What happened?” Coop asked. He was always the protective one.

      She figured honesty was the best policy, so she told them the news.

      “Shit,” Rufus said, and quickly caught himself. “Sorry, Miss Caitlyn. Didn’t mean to curse. It just slipped out.”

      “Don’t worry, Ru. I’ll be doing a lot of that in the days to come.” She took a breath. “I don’t know how much I’ll be able to pay you, so it’s up to you whether you go or stay.”

      “I’m staying,” Coop replied without hesitation. “I’m here until Judd forces us out.”

      Rufus rubbed his face in thought. “I go where my Etta goes, and she ain’t leaving High Five or Miss Dorie. I’m staying, too.”

      “Thanks, guys. Now I have to go tell Gran.” Cait had had no doubt about the men staying. They were close. They were family.

      “We’re going to fix that fence in the northeast pasture,” Coop said. “I guess we now have to play nice with the lofty Calhouns.”

      A smile touched her lips for the first time all day. “We’re going to play, but I’m not thinking nice.”

      Coop grinned and it softened the harshness she often saw on his face.

      She waved toward her horse. “Would you please rub down Red and feed her? I have to see Gran.”

      “You’re gonna let me take care of Red?” One of Coop’s eyebrows shot to the brim of his worn Stetson. “Did you hear that, Ru?”

      “Yes, siree, I did.”

      She placed her hands on her hips. “Okay, I don’t like other people taking care of my horse, so what?”

      Cooper bowed from the waist. “I’ll treat her with the utmost care, ma’am.”

      She shook her head and walked toward the house. The two-story wood-frame dwelling wasn’t as fancy as the Calhoun spread. John Cotton, her great-great-grandfather, who’d settled High Cotton with Will Calhoun in the late 1800s, had had simpler taste.

      The exterior was weatherboard siding that desperately needed a coat of paint. The hip roof sported four chimneys, but since Grandfather Bart had installed central air and heat, they were rarely used.

      Brick piers supported Doric half columns along three sides of the wraparound porch. A slat-wood balustrade enclosed the porch with a decorative touch. Black plantation shutters added another touch, as did the beveled glass door that had been there since the house was built.

      In the summers Cait and her sisters used to sleep out on the porch in sleeping bags, laughing and sharing secrets. What she had to share now wasn’t going to be easy.

      She picked up her stride and breezed through the back veranda into the kitchen. Etta was at the stove, stirring something in a pot.

      “Where’s Gran?”

      “In her room.” Etta always seemed to have a spoon in her hand, and she waved it now. “I’m almost afraid to go up there.” The housekeeper was tiny and spry, with short gray hair, a loyal and honest woman with a heart of gold. Cait had never met a better person.

      Etta was fiercely loyal to Dorie, and worried about her. Since her son’s death, Dorie tended to live in a world removed from reality. As kids, playing make-believe with Gran had been a favorite pastime for Caitlyn and her sisters. But lately it had gotten out of hand.

      “What is she doing?” Cait asked.

      “She had me help her get that old trunk out of the attic. She was pulling clothes out of it when I came down to start supper. We’re having stew and cornbread.”

      “Etta…” Cait sighed. “Neither you nor Gran are to pull trunks out of the attic. I’ll do it or Coop will.”

      “She was in a hurry, and you know how Miss Dorie is.”

      “Yes.” Cait turned toward the stairs in the big kitchen. “I’ll go talk to her.”

      CAIT KNOCKED ON her grandmother’s door, stepping into the room when she heard her call, “Come in.” Then she stopped and stared.

      Gran stood in front of a full-length mirror, in a dress from the 1930s. It fit her slim figure perfectly. She wore heels and a jaunty hat that were also of that era.

      “Gran, what are you doing?”

      “‘I’ve been betrayed so often by tomorrows, I don’t dare promise them.’”

      Cait blinked. That made no sense. Though it kinda, sorta exemplified their situation, she thought.

      “Remember that line, baby?” Gran primped in front of the mirror, turning this way and that way.

      “No, I don’t.” Cait was thirty-three and her grandmother still called her “baby.” She wondered if Gran would ever see her as an adult.

      “Bette Davis.” Dorie whirled to face her. “As Joyce Heath in Dangerous. Let’s play movies of the thirties.”

      “I really need to talk to you.”

      “Oh, posh.” Gran knelt at the trunk, pulling out more clothes. She held up a white blouse with a big bow. “I know you remember this line. ‘Fasten your seat belts. It’s going to be a bumpy night.’”

      Cait could say that was apt, but decided to leave her grandmother with her playful memories for the moment. Cait was worried whether Gran was ever going to be able to cope with her son’s death. Soon, though, she was going to have to face facts. Cait hoped to make it as easy as possible.

      She hurried down the wooden staircase and across the wide plank floors to her study. She had to call her sisters. Since Cait was in charge of their inheritance, they depended on her to make decisions that would benefit them. How did she tell them they wouldn’t be receiving any more checks? By being honest.

      She called Madison first. Their middle sister was easy—that’s what she and Skylar often said. Not easy in the sexual sense, but with her emotions. Madison was easygoing, loving, compassionate, and felt other people’s pain. Cait and Sky often played on Maddie’s sensitive nature because they knew she would never do anything to hurt or disappoint them. Cait was counting on her understanding today.

      Madison answered on the second ring.

      “Maddie, it’s Cait.”

      “Hi, big sister. What’s going on? Is there a ranch crisis?”

      It was the opening Caitlyn needed. “Yes.” She told her about her meeting with Judd.

      There was a long pause on the other end. “Cait, I need that money. I depend on it.”

      Cait was taken aback. This didn’t sound like her easy, understanding sister.

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