A Reunion For The Rancher. Brenda Minton

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      “You were definitely frowning.”

      “I should have sold the ranch and convinced Gran and Derek to move to Oklahoma with me,” she admitted without intending to.

      “What would have been the fun in that? You’re not a city girl, Ruby. You were born and raised in Hill Country, and you can’t outrun it.”

      “I’ve been living in the city a long time, and I’m adaptable.”

      His smile faded. “Yes, I guess you are.”

      She wondered about that smile, why he acted as if it was all about him. She wondered if he had any clue how much his dad and sister had hurt her. How much he’d hurt her? It wasn’t as if she’d wanted to stay gone from her home. She’d stayed gone because she hadn’t been able to imagine seeing him with someone else. She was only back because Gran’s health had deteriorated and someone had to look out for Derek.

      “Listen, we don’t have to do this. When we see each other, we don’t have to get tugged back into the past. It was a long time ago and I’m over it. I’m sure you’re over it since...” She shook her head. She wasn’t going there. “I have work to do.”

      He stepped away from the back of the car and pointed, indicating she should open the trunk. When she did, he lifted the walker and stowed it inside. “There you go. Is there anything else you need help with?”

      She stared up at the tall, overpowering rancher, surprised by the offer. She tried to see the boy she’d known in the face of this ruggedly handsome stranger. The features were stronger, more defined, more...everything. His eyes were shuttered against emotion. But she saw a flicker, maybe a hint of warmth.

      “I don’t need help. We’ve always gotten along just fine.”

      “Did you put up the surveillance cameras the league handed out?”

      “I have them in a box. I haven’t had a chance to take them out, and I don’t know if I can do it myself.”

      “I can help you put them up.”

      She wondered if her mouth had dropped when he made that offer. Purposefully, she clamped her lips and shook her head. “I’ll read the directions and do it myself,” she insisted. Yes, she knew the only difference between her and a stubborn five-year-old was the lack of a foot stomp on her part.

      “I was trying to help.”

      “I know. And I really do appreciate that. But I can take care of things. Derek will help me.” She put a finger up and wagged it in his face. “Don’t say it.”

      He grinned and suddenly the tension in the air melted just a little. “I won’t say it. But if you change your mind, let me know.”

      “I will.” She took a few steps away from him, feeling better with the solid metal of the sedan between them.

      “It’s been nice talking to you, Ruby.”

      With that, he walked away.

      “Yes, nice talking to you.” Nice going back in time and revisiting heartache. And the other leftover emotions. The ones that should have been long gone— feelings she hadn’t expected to surface after so many years. Ruby stood there for too long, and a car honked. She stepped out of the way, waving absently at the car pulling into the parking space next to hers.

      She opened the door of the sedan and climbed in behind the wheel. She glanced at her passenger, and Iva pretended not to be grinning.

      “Gran, do not get that look on your face. Carson Thorn is twelve years in my past. I can do without him and without his daddy’s money.”

      “His daddy has been gone a few years, honey.”

      “Yes, I know that.”

      “And you have to think about forgiving, because hanging on to all that resentment isn’t good for a soul. While you’re at it, forgive his sister.”

      She started the Buick and glanced quickly at her granny before shifting the car into Reverse. “How do you know about Jenna?”

      “As if there are any secrets in this town. You didn’t want to tell me, but I heard that she said some things about you not being the right woman for her brother and that he’d found someone in college that would make him a perfect wife. A woman who didn’t buy her clothes at the thrift store.”

      “I didn’t want you to know. It would have...”

      “Hurt me? No, not at all. We did the best we could, and there’s no shame in buying clothes secondhand. It’s called being good stewards of what God gives us.”

      She swiped at the tear trickling down her cheek and reached for her grandmother’s hand. “You are so important to me.”

      “I know.” Iva grinned and squeezed her hand. “Now, let’s get on out to the house, and you try to stop thinking about Carson Thorn.”

      Stop thinking about Carson. Of course. She would just put his memory aside. She would forget summer days at the lake, two kids in love planning their future, the house they would build, the horses they would raise together.

      They’d been kids planning a way to conquer the world and their own pasts.

      His past: the death of his mom in his early teens and a dad who wouldn’t accept anything less than perfection.

      Her past: the loss of her mom and then her dad. There had been a lot of dysfunction before they’d been turned over to their granny Iva to raise.

      Life had brought her full circle, back to Little Horn, back to Iva and Derek. She would try to start a new life in Little Horn, working with kids, giving riding lessons and maybe rebuilding the farm.

      Carson Thorn wouldn’t even cross her mind. Not if she stayed busy, stayed clear of town and never stepped foot off the ranch. If she had no social life and no friends, she would never bump into him.

      “I wonder why he never married?” The question slipped out, totally unintended. “You know, the woman he met. Did he ever bring her around?”

      Iva shot her a knowing look. “You know, for years you haven’t let me mention him. Why all of the questions now?”

      “Just curious.”

      “I never saw him with another woman, Ruby. He’s worked the ranch, tried to keep that sister of his out of trouble and he’s done his best for the town.”

      Ruby shrugged it off. “Not that I care.”

      “Of course you don’t.”

      “I do not care.” Ruby turned on to the driveway that led to the Donovan ranch. A long driveway with sagging fences running along both sides. At the end of the drive sat a white farm house and a sagging barn to match those fences.

      When she looked at her home she saw work that should have been done years ago. She saw neglect.

      She should have come home more often. She should have ignored her grandmother’s СКАЧАТЬ