A Conard County Baby. Rachel Lee

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      Perhaps the biggest shock of all, aside from the rape, had been her own family’s unwillingness to believe her. She was their daughter; surely they knew she wouldn’t invent such a lie? How could the change in her have been so invisible to them—one day the happy fiancée of a man who was going places, the next absolutely determined to ditch Scott? Didn’t that mean anything to them?

      Could people be so willfully blind?

      Apparently so. Sighing, she sat with her tea at the wooden kitchen table. She didn’t feel comfortable enough yet to explore the house on her own. One didn’t do that in someone else’s house, even if they were now an employee.

      Or did being an employee make it even more out of line? How would she know? God, she had a lot to learn.

      She heard footsteps on the stairs and tensed, wondering if she was about to be faced with another ragefest, or if Angie would simply slip out the door. If she left, was Hope supposed to follow her? Apart from the matters she didn’t know about caring for herself, there were a lot of big blanks in this job description. Try to be a friend to the girl? That would depend on Angie.

      But the steps crossed the foyer, and Angie was entering the kitchen. Hope hesitated, then said, “Hi.”

      The girl didn’t answer. She headed straight for the coffeepot and filled a mug, topping it with cream.

      Hope waited, half expecting the girl to disappear again. But she didn’t. Instead, she came over to the big table, put her mug down with an audible bang and yanked out a chair to sit. Clearly she wasn’t over her anger.

      “So who are you and what are you doing here?” Angie demanded.

      “My name is Hope. Your dad hired me because he’s concerned about you being alone so much.”

      “If he cared, he’d spend more time at home.”

      Hope didn’t respond to that. Angie still wasn’t looking at her, and her long dark hair concealed most of her face.

      “I don’t need a babysitter,” Angie snapped.

      “I don’t think you do.”

      “Yeah?” The girl looked at her, her eyes snapping with anger. “Then what good are you?”

      Good question, thought Hope. “I guess that’s for you to decide. Your dad said he didn’t have many rules so it seems it’s up to you and me to work out something.”

      “That sounds like him. Let someone else figure it out. Well, you can go, because as far as I’m concerned, I don’t need you.”

      “But I need this job, at least for a while,” Hope said honestly. “I’d appreciate it if you’d help me out.”

      Some infinitesimal shift took place in Angie’s expression. She didn’t appear to soften, but something changed. Hope tensed, wondering if she’d just made a huge mistake. Basically she’d given this child power over her, and if there was one thing she had learned, it was how the strands of power flowed.

      “Where are you from?” Angie asked after a few seconds. “Not from around here. Your accent.”

      “Texas.”

      “You came a long way for a crappy job.”

      “So it appears.”

      “But you didn’t come all this way for this job.”

      Obviously not, Hope thought, but how much did she want to say. She’d already been through her personal wringer explaining to Cash, and besides, this girl was young. She didn’t need the ugly details. “No,” she finally answered cautiously.

      “Something wrong at home?”

      That put Hope squarely on the horns of a dilemma. If she said yes, she was running away, Angie might get her own ideas about running. She picked her words carefully. “There’s a guy. He wouldn’t leave me alone.”

      “Not a nice guy?”

      “Definitely not.”

      Angie nodded slowly. “My mom had a problem with one of those. She got a restraining order, but she was still frightened. For a while she wouldn’t even allow me to walk to school by myself.”

      “That must have been scary for you.”

      “Sort of.” Angie guzzled some coffee with little finesse. “Did you grow up on a ranch?”

      “No.”

      “Well, it’s the most boring place on earth. Take it from me. In a couple of weeks you’ll be begging to get out of here. There’s nothing to do, everybody works all the time and I’m not even allowed to ride a horse unless someone comes with me. Since nobody has time, I just sit here and watch the clock.”

      “No friends yet to talk with?”

      “No.” Angie’s face darkened.

      “Well, I can’t do anything about that. But I can take you riding.”

      For the briefest instant, Angie’s face brightened. Then the dour look returned. “We’ll see,” she said darkly. Then she refilled her mug and left the kitchen, clomping her way up the stairs.

      Angie had revealed a lot, yet very little. Hope had plenty to think about as she finished her tea then stepped outside to take a brief stroll.

      The rapid cooling of the afternoon surprised her. It hadn’t been that long since she arrived, but the sun was sinking behind the mountains now, and the air held a definite nip. She ignored it instead of getting her jacket and just walked around the house, taking in the setting and the expanses.

      She could understand why Hope was bored here. No friends to spend hours on the phone with, no place to go, unable to ride without an escort. Yet at the same time there were beauties here that cried out for exploration. Some of the cattle had come close to the fence out back, and she walked over to them, ignoring the chill that was beginning to make her shiver.

      One with big, dark brown eyes paid attention to her. Clearly a female, she watched Hope’s approach placidly enough, yet alertly. Hope reached the fence and stood still, waiting to see what would happen.

      The breeze stiffened and bit into her back and neck. She wasn’t going to be able to stand here for long, but the cow interested her. Step by step, the bovine came closer. Hope wondered if she was expecting some kind of treat or was just curious. She couldn’t imagine what a cow would want as a treat.

      Horses liked apples and carrots and sugar cubes, but a cow? She could have laughed at her own ignorance. How many cattle barons did she know? Quite a few, actually. Men who had made it and could spend a lot of time in the city while others worked their ranches.

      Not like Cash. Her thoughts drifted back to him and what he had said about working so much of the time. Not one of the lucky barons, evidently. But then nothing about him СКАЧАТЬ