Texas Rebels: Falcon. Linda Warren

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СКАЧАТЬ forgiveness, you’re asking the wrong man. I’ll never forgive you for what you did to us.”

      She swallowed the sob in her throat. “Could we talk about that time?”

      “The time for talk is over. I really don’t want to hear your excuses. Nothing can excuse what you did to a three-month-old little girl who needed her mother.”

      “Falcon...”

      “You know how many nights I lay awake with Eden on my chest, waiting for the phone to ring, waiting to hear from her mother, waiting for her to let us know she was okay? The call never came until today, when her mother wants something. How selfish is that? Have a good life, Leah. You will never be free of me.” He strolled off to his truck, his back rigid, his stride rapid and determined to carry him as far away from her as possible.

      Leah sank onto the bench because her shaky legs would no longer hold her. She tried to breathe, tried to think and desperately tried not to pass out. She focused on the water spewing up from the pavement. Splat. Splat. Splat. Calming. Soothing. The dizziness eased and she sucked in a deep breath, praying she would never show this weakness in front of Falcon. He said it was over. It wasn’t. She wasn’t leaving Horseshoe until she saw her daughter. Falcon may intimidate her, but he would not break her.

      Her rights as a mother had been severed with her callous actions, but her rights as a woman—someone who had learned and grown and fought for a life—would never be severed. Not until she drew her last breath.

      * * *

      FALCON WAS SO angry his breaths came in gulps. He pressed his foot down on the accelerator and broke the speed limit all the way to the ranch. At the barn, he slammed on the brakes and the King Ranch Ford spun and stopped about three feet from the barn. Dust blanketed the truck. He jumped out and went into the barn to get his horse.

      Opening the corral, he whistled for Titan, his black gelding. The horse galloped toward him, eager to ride. Within minutes he’d saddled up and he headed out to join his brothers. He kneed Titan and the horse responded with a speed that always elated Falcon. He rode through the valley and over gently rolling hills as if his life depended on it. In a way it did.

      Realizing he was pushing Titan too hard, he pulled up and slid from the saddle. Sinking down by a large oak, he took a moment to collect his chaotic thoughts. How dare she! How dare she come back and demand to see Eden? She had no right and he would never allow her anywhere near their daughter.

      He ran his hands down his face and took a long breath, trying not to even think how damn gorgeous she still looked. She could’ve at least put on weight, showed aging on her face or sported a few gray hairs, but she was as beautiful as she’d ever been. And she’d met someone else. That gnawed at his insides. How dare she!

      Getting to his feet, he resolved not to let her ruin one more day of his life. He’d spent too many hours thinking about her, but not anymore. He swung into the saddle and rode toward the northeast pasture. From a distance he could see something was wrong. Gunnar and Malachi McCray were on their side of the fence and his brothers on theirs. A heated conversation was evident as Elias waved his arms. Grandpa watched from his horse. His mother wasn’t there, and he wondered why.

      Falcon dismounted before Titan came to a complete stop. “What’s going on?”

      Elias swung toward him. “They’ve been standing there gawking at us all morning and I’m getting tired of it.” Elias held up his fists at Gunnar. “You want a piece of me, just come across that fence.”

      “Stop it,” Falcon said to Elias and moved closer to Gunnar. “Is there a problem?”

      “Just want to make sure you don’t cross the line, Rebel.”

      Elias pointed a finger at him. “It’s you who’s always crossing our fence lines and cutting them and killing our calves. You’re not brave enough to cross it now, are you?”

      “Neither are you,” Gunnar shot back.

      It was all the incentive Elias needed as he made to jump over the fence, but Quincy and Egan caught him and pulled him back.

      “Let me go. Let me go! I’ll kick his ass.”

      “Stop it,” Falcon said once again and Elias quit fighting his brothers.

      Grandpa kneed his horse a little closer to the fence. “You know, boy, if brains were dynamite, you wouldn’t have enough to blow your ears off.”

      “Grandpa.” Falcon didn’t need his grandfather getting in on the fight, but then his grandpa always loved one.

      “Just look around you,” Grandpa said. “We’ve got you outnumbered. What kind of fool would take on this many Rebels?”

      Falcon focused his attention on Gunnar. “We spend more time on this fence than any other on our property because the McCrays are breaking it on purpose. If it’s cut one more time, I’m stringing a hot wire through here. Try cutting that.”

      “Hot damn, now we’re talking.” Elias threw back his head and laughed.

      Their mother rode up with a picnic basket strapped onto her horse. Evidently, she’d brought lunch. She took the situation in at a glance and asked, “Is there a problem?”

      “Yes, Miz Rebel,” Gunnar replied. “You need to teach your boys some manners.”

      “My boys have good manners, but I’m not sure about the McCrays, who cause mischief for no reason.”

      “Oh, we got reason.”

      The situation was getting out of control and Falcon wouldn’t have his mother caught in the middle. She’d been through too much.

      “Get on your horses and leave,” he said, pointing at the McCrays. “That’s the last warning.”

      “This isn’t the end of it, Rebel!” Gunnar shouted as he mounted his horse. Malachi followed suit.

      “It never is.”

      The McCrays rode away and Falcon spoke to his brothers. “Let’s get back to work.”

      “What caused this?” His mother wanted to know.

      They all looked at Elias.

      “They’ve been staring at us all morning and I got tired of it.”

      “Son, it takes a strong man to walk away from a fight.”

      “Well, I’m not one of them.”

      “Sadly, that’s true.”

      “Ah, Mom.”

      “Try to use a little discretion, please.”

      “Yes, ma’am.” Elias hung his head.

      “Now, let’s have lunch,” his mother said, and they all gathered under a big oak. For September, the heat of summer still lingered and they were glad for the breeze that cooled their sweaty skin.

      Grandpa leaned against the oak, his hat on the grass. “Did I ever tell you boys about the time I took on six men and СКАЧАТЬ