A Cowboy's Honor. Lois Richer

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СКАЧАТЬ Gracie?” Dallas prodded.

      “What? A ballerina dress?” She shook her head. “White cotton sundress and sandals. Nothing fancy. Couldn’t afford it. You and I eloped, got married by the J.P., then came to the park.” Where they’d held their own private ceremony, promising never to stop loving each other.

      Had Dallas honored that promise?

      “What did I wear at our wedding?” he asked several moments later.

      “What you always wear—wore. Cowboy boots, black pants, white shirt and a Stetson.”

      Dallas stared at his sneakered feet in disbelief. “I used to wear cowboy boots?”

      Though her arms ached from gripping the wheel so hard, Gracie couldn’t help her smile. “I don’t think I ever saw you in anything else.”

      “It seems like you’re talking about someone I don’t know. A person I’ve never met.”

      She didn’t respond, was too busy quashing the fear spreading like a virus through her.

      “This is it.”

      Gracie drew up to the curb, shoved the gearshift home and flicked off the engine. She forced air into her lungs, the metal taste of fear coating her tongue.

      “This is what?”

      “This was your parents’ house six years ago.”

      “I lived here?” Dallas surveyed the big colonial with its massive lawns.

      Gracie gulped, nodded. The place had changed. The abundance of flowers was gone, but perhaps his parents had grown weary of their gardening hobby. The shutters and trim had been painted recently, and were now a vivid green instead of the stark glossy black she’d remembered.

      Dallas pushed his door open. He glanced over one shoulder expectantly. Only his quick breath gave away his jitters.

      “Aren’t you coming?”

      Gracie shook her head. “I’ll wait here till they let you in. Just to be sure everything’s okay. Then I’ve got to get back to the ranch. The Bar None. You can call me there whenever you want.”

      They’d rejected her once. They wouldn’t get a second chance.

      “Go ahead, Dallas. I promise I’ll wait till you’re inside.”

      His frown testified that he wasn’t pleased, but he didn’t argue. He nodded once, vaulted from the truck and strode across the lawn.

      Gracie swallowed a jagged little pill of fear as the familiar stride carried him so easily to the house where her dreams had crashed and burned.

      Why, God? Why now, when I’ve just begun to put the pieces back together? Why not five years ago, when I needed him so badly?

      The question died unanswered as Dallas rang the doorbell. Gracie held her breath when the big front door opened. But instead of embracing him and pulling him inside, the woman behind the screen shook her head and kept talking. Eventually she closed the door.

      Dallas ambled slowly back toward the truck, his expression perplexed.

      Fear’s stranglehold relaxed.

      Safe. Could it be that simple?

      “What’s wrong?” Gracie pressed back against her seat, preparing herself.

      “The Hendersons, my parents, moved about four years ago. She didn’t know where they moved to, only that they sold the house and talked of leaving the country.” He climbed into the cab of the truck, his eyes tormented. “She thought they mentioned India.”

      So they were out of her life. But if Gracie found a way to contact them, to tell them Dallas was back, they’d return and nothing would be safe.

      And if she didn’t…Dallas stared down at his fingers, his posture showing defeat. That’s when compassion pushed aside fear.

      She was his wife. She had to do something.

      It was risky. With no memory and no viable means of support, Dallas wasn’t a threat.

      Not yet.

      But later on…

      “We’ll figure something out,” she promised. “But right now you’d better come with me to the ranch.” She started the engine. An emotion, quickly hidden, flickered over his face. “What’s wrong?”

      “You don’t really want me to go with you. Why is that?” Dallas’s intuition was as bang on as it always had been. His skin paled. “Did I do something wrong when we were married? Hurt you somehow?”

      “Don’t be silly. Of course not!”

      “The way you looked at me a moment ago…I must have done something to warrant that.” Dallas quietly gathered up his backpack and reached for the door handle. “Thank you for the ride, but I don’t want to disrupt your life, Gracie. I’ll go back to the motel for tonight. It’s the New Sunrise. You can reach me there, or stop by the park. If I need you, I’ll call the Bar None.”

      She visualized him wandering lost and alone, aimlessly feeding the birds while he waited for someone to acknowledge him, to tell him who he was, where he belonged.

      “Get in and close the door, Dallas. We can sort through everything at the ranch.” Her cheeks scorched with shame. “You feel lost, but remember, this is quite a shock for me. I’m struggling to absorb it all, too. But I really don’t want you to go back to that motel. Not yet.”

      “You’re sure?”

      She should be ecstatic. Her husband, the man she’d loved so desperately, was home. Even better, his parents were nowhere in sight. She was safe. But none of it felt real.

      “I’m sure, Dallas.” She wasn’t sure at all. But Gracie had no choice. “Given your way with animals, you’ll fit right in. You might even hire on. They’re shorthanded at the moment, and the summer kids will be arriving soon.”

      “You don’t owe me anything, Gracie. You’ve gone on with your life. That’s good.” He patted her hand. “I don’t want to impose on anyone. I only want to figure out who I am. It’s really okay. I’ll be fine.”

      Gracie reared back at his touch. Emotion could not rule her life a second time. But her skin wouldn’t forget him.

      “I know I haven’t been very welcoming. It’s just…the surprise.” How lame. “I’ll help you, I promise, Dallas.”

      They’d both promised so many things.

      To love.

      To honor.

      In sickness and in health.

      How could she have known when she made those promises that they would cost her everything?

      Chapter Two

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