Ambush At Dry Gulch. Joanna Wayne

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СКАЧАТЬ not,” Carolina assured him. “Always good to see you.”

      “And you. Hadley’s been talking about having you over for supper one night soon, but she says you’re jumping through hoops getting ready for that summer riding-camp program you’re organizing.”

      “I have to be in Austin for their area training session starting tomorrow. This is a busy time.”

      “Busy myself. Spring on the ranch,” Adam said, knowing she’d understand that said it all. He joined them on the porch, stopping to lean against the railing. “Just came by to see if you want to go check out a new foal that was born last night, Dad.”

      “Long as you don’t expect me to ride that mare of yours to the barn.”

      “Nope. We’ll take your truck.”

      “Good. I’m about as steady as a cat on skates these days. Carolina can go with us. She’s always keen on any kind of baby.”

      “Yes, but I have to beg out today,” Carolina said. “Too many errands on my to-do list. But I know you’ll be in good hands.”

      She stood when R.J. did and gave him a quick hug and a kiss on his sallow cheek. Her anger swelled again at the thought of Jake Dalton and his refusal to pay a visit to the Dry Gulch Ranch and R.J. The loss was definitely his.

      The Daltons were one terrific family—second in her heart only to her own.

      She said her goodbyes and went back to her black Mercedes sports car. Her phone rang before she made it back to the highway.

      “Hello.”

      “Glad I caught you, Carolina. This is Jack Crocker, and I got a bit of bad news for you.”

      “What’s wrong?”

      “I’m going to have to back out of hosting that training session here on my ranch next week.”

      Her spirits plummeted. The arrangements were all made. Ten new summer riding camps opened in two weeks, their first venture into the Austin area. If they canceled the training, they had to cancel the program and disappoint one hundred and fifty young teens from the inner city.

      She’d known Jack and his wife for years. They were the first people she’d thought of when she decided to branch out to the Austin area.

      “What’s happened?” she asked, struggling not to show her disappointment. “Are you sick? Is Betsy?”

      “Nope. Me and the wife are fine. Just found out that all the kids and grandkids are coming to town to surprise Betsy for her seventieth birthday. No idea why they didn’t tell me before now, ’cept they figured I’d never keep the secret.”

      “I understand,” she said, crushed, but already trying to figure out a plan B.

      “Don’t you go frettin’ about it, though,” Jack consoled. “I wouldn’t leave you stranded in a ditch without a mule to haul you out. I gave a call to Aidan Bastrop. He took over from there.”

      “Took over, how?” Aidan was a state representative and a friend, but this time she didn’t see how he’d be able to intervene. He didn’t own a ranch, and much of the training required that.

      “Aidan worked something out with a neighbor of mine. You’ll have bigger and better facilities than what you’d have had here.”

      The knots in her stomach relaxed. She should have known Jack wasn’t the type to blow a commitment lightly. The relief lasted for the two seconds it took for him to mutter the name of his replacement.

      The last person on earth she would have asked for a favor.

Chapter Two

      Jacob Edward Dalton worried the knot in his red-striped tie for about ten seconds before jerking it off and tossing it to a nearby chair. Texas State Capitol building or not, he was going casual. Mid-June and the humidity was already battling the temperature for record highs for this time of year.

      He could kick himself for letting Aidan Bastrop talk him into volunteering the Silver Spur for some project he’d never even heard of before now. Nothing like a gaggle of women descending on a ranch to guarantee his wranglers would do more gawking than work.

      Not that Jake was against helping out. He gave generously to several causes important to him. But he had a ranch to run and a teenage daughter to corral, neither of which was going particularly well at the moment.

      His foreman had been thrown last week when a rattlesnake spooked his horse. Granger had suffered a broken leg and bruised ribs. The man would be limited in what he could do for the next couple of weeks, though Granger would keep abreast of everything going on around the Silver Spur.

      As for his daughter, Lizette, he was considering shipping her off to the Arctic until she cooled down. Her latest state of rebellion had been fueled by his forbidding her to date Calvin Owens.

      Calvin was the local bad boy, two years older than Lizzie, and already had a juvenile record for vandalizing the local high school and shoplifting. And that was just what they knew he was guilty of.

      Now Lizzie was constantly pushing the house rules and the limits of decency in her wardrobe choices. If her denim cutoffs got any shorter, she might as well skip them altogether. She considered curfews irrelevant and her newly acquired driver’s license a proclamation of freedom.

      She did a lot better when her grandmother was in the house. But Jake’s mother, Mary, was on a European river cruise with a few of the other widows from their church. She was almost eighty, yet some days Jake swore she had more energy than he did. She definitely had more skill in dealing with Lizzie.

      Jake headed down the hallway and stopped at the door to Lizzie’s bedroom. He tapped softly and lingered a minute, though he didn’t expect a response. She hadn’t been up before noon once since school let out for the summer.

      He took the wide staircase to the first floor and then followed the smell of fresh brew to the kitchen. “Good morning, Edna,” he greeted his housekeeper as he poured himself a mug of coffee. “You’re here early today.”

      “Not a lot of use in hanging around my place by myself when I can be up here drinking your coffee and soaking up your air-conditioning.”

      “Can’t blame you for that.” And it wasn’t as if she had far to come. Jake had built Edna a cabin on his spread after her husband died almost three years ago. The tall big-boned woman had been with him ever since he’d turned his back on a promising medical career and taken over the ranching business right after...

      Nope. He was not going there this morning.

      Edna handed him a cup of coffee. “You don’t look like you’re planning to do a lot of ranching today.”

      “No, but I should be. Instead I’m off to Austin and the capitol building for some meeting that I don’t have time for.”

      “Seems like all those politicians do is meet. What are they yakking about this time?”

      “Some project that Aidan Bastrop СКАЧАТЬ