The One She Left Behind. KRISTI GOLD

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Jamie yawned and rested her head against his shoulder. “I’m gonna miss Floyd. He used to let me ride on the tractor.”

      Sam had always felt that Floyd considered Jamie the granddaughter he’d never had. “We’re all going to miss him, kiddo. He was a good man.”

      “The best,” Jim said. “He would’ve given you his last pair of jeans if you needed ’em.”

      Jamie raised her head and looked at Sam straight on. “Is Ruthie sad?”

      “Yeah, I imagine she is.”

      “Kind of hard to tell with Ruth,” Jim added. “She’s as strong as a barbed-wire fence.”

      Jamie glanced at her grandfather before turning back to Sam. “I want to see Ruthie in the morning, Daddy. I want to tell her I’m sad, too.”

      He could think of several reasons why that might not be such a good idea. “Maybe we’ll see her in a couple of days.”

      Jamie shook her head. “I want to see her tomorrow. We can go after we feed the cows.”

      She looked so determined, Sam couldn’t refuse. “Okay, but we’ll only stay for a little while.” Otherwise, Savannah might decide to boot him off the premises.

      Jamie put on her “old soul” face, as Darlene always called it. “Why do people have to die, Daddy?”

      A question he wasn’t sure how to answer. “It’s just a part of life, sweetheart.”

      Fortunately, Sam’s stepmother entered the room with a book in hand before he had to offer a more lengthy explanation. As far as he was concerned, Gracie hadn’t changed much since the day she’d become their housekeeper. Maybe her hair was a little grayer. Maybe she had a few more wrinkles. But overall, she was still Gracie, the godsend. “You don’t need to worry your pretty head about that, sugar pie,” she said as she tossed her braid back off her shoulder. “Now let’s get you to bed so we can finish reading the penguin story.”

      Seemingly satisfied to leave the question be for now, Jamie slid her feet onto the floor and started toward the hall. Sam halted her progress when he asked, “Are you forgetting something, Joe?”

      She ran back to him and kissed his cheek. “’Night, Daddy.”

      “’Night, sweetheart. Watch out for those bitin’ bedbugs.”

      Jamie flashed him a dimpled grin. “There ain’t no bedbugs, Daddy.”

      Sam started to correct her bad grammar, but he’d save that for later—right before he gave her back to her mother.

      After Jamie kissed her granddad good-night, she took Gracie’s hand and tugged her toward the bedroom, chatting all the way down the hall about visiting Ruth and meeting “Daddy’s old girlfriend.”

      Sam tilted his head back against the sofa and momentarily closed his eyes. He opened them to his father’s “you’re in trouble, boy” stare, reminding him of other times when he’d had to face Jim McBriar’s wrath for something he’d done wrong. For the life of him, he had no idea what he’d done now. He imagined he was about to find out.

      Jim stretched his legs out before him and rested his palms on his slightly bulging belly. “Did you have a nice talk with Savannah when you went to the Greers’?”

      He should’ve seen this coming. “I didn’t go to the house. I met her on the bridge, handed over the pie and had a two-minute conversation with her. End of story.”

      “Was there water under the bridge?”

      Sam knew exactly what his father was getting at, and he refused to take the bait. “That gully’s been dried up for years.”

      “That’s too bad because a bridge without water can be pretty useless.”

      A few more moments of silent scrutiny passed before Jim added, “You know, the word grudge rhymes with smudge. And that’s exactly what a grudge is—an ugly smudge on the soul that needs to be cleaned away.”

      If there was one thing Sam couldn’t stand, it was beating around the bush. “What’s your point, Dad?”

      “My point is that at one time, you and Savannah meant the world to each other. A little forgiveness goes a long way.”

      “I have forgiven her.” But he sure as hell hadn’t forgotten the way she’d left, or why.

      Jim leaned forward, hands clasped between his parted knees. “No, you haven’t forgiven her, just like you never forgave your mother. And let me tell you something, son. Savannah isn’t your mother. Your mother was running to something—a new life. Savannah was running away.”

      Man, he didn’t want to hear this. “You mean from me.”

      His dad released a rough sigh. “It was never about you, boy. There was a lot of hurt going on in that house.”

      “Yeah, and Ruth was doling out most of it.”

      Jim pinned him with a harsh stare. “Ruth’s reasoning is not for us to judge, Sam. Not unless we’ve lived in her shoes.”

      Sam only knew that Ruth’s behavior bordered on cruelty where Savannah had been concerned. Ruth hadn’t been too keen on him, either, at least back then. “Can we just move out of the past and onto another subject?”

      “Fair enough,” Jim said as he leaned back against the couch. “I hear tell that Ruth’s selling the farm to Wainwright.”

      The course of the conversation wasn’t much better than the previous one. “That’s what I hear, too.”

      “My guess is he’ll probably tear the house down and build something on it.”

      “I don’t know what he’ll do with the house, but he’s going to lease the land to me.”

      Sam didn’t think his dad’s face could get any redder. “What in the hell were you thinkin’ when you climbed into cahoots with that SOB?”

      Gracie entered the room and nailed her husband with a glare. “Lower your voice, Jimmy. You granddaughter’s trying to sleep. And must we use such crude language when an impressionable child’s in the house?”

      Jim pointed at Sam. “Our boy just told me he’s going to lease the Greer land from that snake Wainwright.”

      Gracie’s gaze snapped to Sam. “What in the hell are you thinking, Samuel Jamison McBriar?”

      So much for the crude language and lower your voice warning. “I’m thinking I might as well lease it or someone else will. Maybe even someone who wouldn’t treat the place the way Floyd would’ve wanted it to be treated. Wainwright could sell it to some corporate operation that’ll set up shop right next door to us. Not to mention we could use the extra money to hire hands from a whole slew of people who need jobs.”

      Jim came to his feet. “You could use some horse sense, son. Deals with the devil come with a price.”

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