Wyoming Brave. Diana Palmer

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      “A lot of people paint,” Ren said dismissively. He checked his watch again. “Have a safe flight,” he told his brother.

      “Thanks,” Randall said. He smiled. “Stay out of trouble.”

      Ren shrugged. “Not my fault,” he replied. “The man insulted my cattle.”

      “The Billings police were very unhappy with you,” Randall persisted.

      Ren chuckled. “Yes, they were. They made me take a brief anger management course. Then I went to a conference in Montana and another guy insulted my cattle.” He sighed. “Guess I’ll stay out of Billings until the police forget what I look like.”

      Randall shook his head. Ren winked at him and walked out the door without a word to Merrie. His spurs jingled as he walked. They sounded like bells to Merrie, who smiled at Randall.

      “He’ll be all right,” he assured her. “He’s just uneasy around people he doesn’t know. Right?” he asked Delsey.

      She drew in a breath. “He’s awful around people he doesn’t know. I hope you’ve got grit, young lady,” she added with a smile. “He’ll test you.”

      “I’ve lived through hard times,” Merrie said with a warm smile. “I’ll just keep out of his way.”

      “Not a bad idea,” Delsey said with a laugh. “Especially with winter coming on and snow forecasted. It’s hard on cattle and cowboys when it gets deep.”

      “I love snow,” Merrie said wistfully.

      “You wouldn’t if you’d ever lived through a Wyoming winter,” Delsey assured her.

      She just grinned.

      “Well, I’ve got to go, too,” Randall said. He kissed Merrie on the cheek. “You be careful. Stay away from the stables, and don’t let Ren bother you.” He hesitated. “If he gets too bad, just text me and I’ll take you home. Okay?”

      She felt a chill of premonition when he said that, but she managed a smile. “Okay.” She hugged him. “Thanks, Randall.”

      “You’re my friend,” he teased. “No worries. You’ll be fine here. Take care.”

      “You, too,” she said.

      “Drive slowly,” Delsey said, shaking a finger at him. “No more speeding tickets!”

      “Dreamer,” he chided. He winked at her as he left.

      * * *

      DELSEY SHOWED MERRIE to her room. “I’ll have one of the boys bring your luggage up. It’s still sitting in the hall where Randall left it.” She paused. “Don’t let Ren upset you,” she added gently. “He’s hard on people he doesn’t know. Especially women. He had a bad experience. It’s made him cold.”

      “I won’t bother him,” Merrie promised. “I brought my sketchbooks and my knitting. I’ll keep busy.”

      “Good. If you need anything, I’m usually in the kitchen or somewhere in the house. There are helpers who come on certain days to help me with the heavy stuff. I’m feeling my age a little, but Ren likes the way I cook,” she said with a laugh.

      Merrie drew in a long breath. “Our housekeeper, Mandy, taught me to cook. She even taught me how to cut up a chicken and field dress game.” She laughed softly. “I love being in the kitchen, too.”

      “I’ll let you help, after you’ve been here a bit.” Her wise dark eyes searched Merrie’s. “It’s a stalker, isn’t it? Randall told me.”

      Merrie hesitated. “I don’t want to put anyone in harm’s way...”

      “Ren has this place protected like it was Fort Knox,” Delsey told her. “Nobody gets in here without security clearance. Did you notice the cameras at the front gate when you came in?” Merrie nodded. She continued. “We even have facial recognition software. It tracks people.”

      “Wow,” Merrie said softly.

      “Sadly, it didn’t work on the cowboy who beat that poor horse.” She winced. “Hurricane was the sweetest gelding on the place. It breaks my heart to see what that man did to him.” She drew in a breath. “If he keeps this up, they’ll have to put him down.” She bit her lip, then forced a smile. “Well, I’ll leave you to unpack.” She looked out the door and peered over the banister. “Brady!” she called. “Can you bring those bags up here?”

      “Sure thing, Miss Delsey,” the cowboy said with a long drawl.

      He brought the bags up the staircase to Merrie’s room.

      “Thanks,” she said softly, with a smile.

      Brady tipped his hat. He was Delsey’s age, but was wiry and tough and apparently very strong. He grinned at Merrie. “You Mr. Randall’s friend that come to stay awhile?” he asked.

      “Yes, I am. I’m Merrie. Nice to meet you, Brady.”

      “Nice to meet you, too, miss.” He turned to Delsey. “Willis wants to know if you’ll make the men a cake.”

      “I will,” Delsey replied. “What kind do they want?”

      “Chocolate, with that white frosting you make.”

      “I’ll start on it right now.” She turned to Merrie. “Have you had lunch?”

      “Yes, thanks,” Merrie told her. “Randall got me a cheeseburger and fries on the way here.”

      “Okay, then. Supper’s at seven. Ren keeps late hours. Sometimes he doesn’t even show up for supper. Like tonight. He told me to leave cold cuts in the fridge, which means he probably won’t get home until bedtime.”

      “Ranching is hard on schedules,” Brady said with a chuckle. “Especially for boss man. He has to be everywhere before the bad weather coming.”

      “I called that contractor,” Delsey added to Brady. “If you see Ren, tell him the man’s coming tomorrow morning to see what work needs doing.”

      “I’ll tell him.” He tipped his hat again. “See you girls later.”

      Merrie grinned. Delsey just laughed.

      “He’s nice,” Merrie said.

      “They mostly are. But we have a few who work security here,” she added solemnly. “One of them is dangerous. He came to us from Iraq, where he’d been training policemen. We don’t know much about him. He keeps to himself most of the time when he’s not watching the livestock.”

      “Who is he?” Merrie asked curiously.

      “They call him J.C. Nobody knows what the initials stand for.”

      “I’ll stay out of his way,” Merrie promised. She stretched. The gold chain around her neck chafed a little. She pulled СКАЧАТЬ