Lone Star Redemption. Colleen Thompson

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      Looking deeply troubled, his mother said, “You can bring home the puppies, darling. As soon as they’re big enough...”

      Her voice faltered, and she suddenly dropped to her rear on the hallway’s carpeted floor.

      “Mama?” he asked, taking her sagging shoulders to keep her from falling onto her side. “Are you all right?”

      “Oh, my,” she managed, lifting a hand to her head. “It’s just my medication—I’m afraid it’s made me dizzy.”

      He helped her to bed then, but as Eden “tucked Grandma in,” he thought he glimpsed a measure of shrewdness in his mother’s eyes, a look that more than half convinced him she was deliberately exaggerating whatever symptoms she’d been feeling.

      And even more deliberately avoiding the hard questions that she knew he must ask.

      * * *

      Sheriff George Canter stepped down from his Trencher County SUV, wearing a khaki-colored uniform and a look of disapproval. A tall, chiseled man whose broad-brimmed hat shaded his eyes, he made a beeline for Jessie, who’d been waiting with Henry in the car outside the diner for almost an hour.

      “He looks madder than McFarland,” Henry said. “Maybe we should just forget this and move on.”

      Wondering how the cameraman had survived decades in their line of work without a backbone, Jessie silenced him with a look. Once she’d slipped her phone back into her pocket, she climbed out to meet what passed for law enforcement in this one-horse town.

      “Sheriff Canter. Good to see you.” She barely restrained herself from adding, finally.

      He studied her carefully before replying, “So you’re the little lady who felt the need to drag me halfway across the county because she got herself pushed.”

      Jessie struggled to hold her temper in check.

      “Where I come from,” she said tightly, “a shove is an assault.”

      He snorted. “Turns out we got the memo on that all the way up here in Rusted Spur, too, Miss Layton. But at best, it’s only a Class C Misdemeanor, hardly worth the effort to write the ticket, by the time all’s said and done.”

      “He knocked me to the ground, Sheriff. I thought he was going to stomp my head in with those studded boots he was wearing.” She shuddered, remembering how he’d stopped short at her scream.

      “But he didn’t really hurt you, did he?” The sheriff removed his hat to push back thick, dark hair with splashes of silver at the temples. A handsome man who looked to be in his early forties, he narrowed his dark eyes.

      “Not really, no, but he threatened to—”

      “And where the hell were you, sir, during all this?” Canter challenged Henry, who had gotten out of the car.

      Flushing fiercely, the smaller man admitted, “I was going for my phone. I’d left it in the car, you see, and— I did tell him to back off.”

      The sheriff made a scoffing sound and shook his head in disgust, clearly unimpressed with the cameraman’s conduct.

      “Listen, Sheriff,” Jessie said. “Danny McFarland threatened to kick my teeth down my throat next time, if I didn’t get in the car and go back to wherever it was I came from.”

      “To your TV station back in Dallas,” Canter supplied, the creases in his forehead underscoring his disdain.

      Fury fading, she blinked at him in surprise. Though she’d given the dispatcher her name, she hadn’t mentioned a word about where she lived or her profession. She’d been hoping to enlist his help in the search for her twin, but in her experience, small-town law enforcement often hated big-city reporters, too many of whom were quick to paint the local cops as ignorant yokels.

      “You’ve been talking to Zach Rayford,” she guessed. For all she knew, the rancher and his mother were his cousins, old friends or the elected sheriff’s main campaign contributors.

      Canter shook his head and smirked. “Might surprise you to know we’ve got the internet at my office. When it’s working, anyhow. Your name caught my attention, so I did a quick search. Didn’t take me twenty seconds to come across your picture on your station’s website.”

      “So I’m a reporter. That doesn’t give some tattooed thug the right to knock me down and threaten my life.”

      “Threaten that pretty smile, you mean,” he reminded her. “Let’s get your story straight.”

      She glared, unable to believe this. “Seriously, Sheriff, what exactly is your problem with me?”

      He stared at her for a long moment before shaking his head. “Well, maybe you look a little too much like your sister,” he conceded. “And maybe that just makes me want to slap a pair of cuffs on you and drag you down to my jail, out of habit.”

      * * *

      Eden looked up at Zach with big green eyes. “Please, can I come with you? I’ll be good, I promise. I won’t bother you a single bit.”

      “I’m sorry,” he told her, though he didn’t blame her for wanting to come out with him instead of being cooped up with their long-time cook, the no-nonsense and even less fun Miss Althea, while his mama rested. But bored as Eden might be at home, he wasn’t about to take a four-year-old with him to help supervise the cowboys as they resumed the dirty, sometimes dangerous work of separating out the older calves from the herd, now that the storm was over.

      For one thing, he knew the tenderhearted four-year-old would burst into tears once she figured out the mama cows were bawling for their babies. But even more, he needed time to think through this situation with his mother and their unwelcome visitor. Wishing he had never set eyes on Jessica Layton, he gently unwrapped Eden’s arms from his leg and said, “I’m going to expect an excellent report from Miss Althea.”

      The broad-hipped, graying woman nodded her approval.

      “I’ll let you help me make a batch of thumbprint cookies,” she told the girl, “with real raspberry jam.”

      “Those were your daddy’s favorites,” Zach added, smiling at Eden. “Mine, too, for that matter, so you be sure to save me some.”

      “I wanna go with you,” said Eden stubbornly, her tiny hands balling into fists. “Wanna see the cows and horses.”

      Hoping to avert a full-fledged tantrum, Zach shrugged at Miss Althea. “Well, I was going to take this young lady to visit those puppies later on,” he said, “but if she’s not even willing to help you make your famous cookies...”

      “I can help!” Eden exploded, jumping with excitement. “I’ll be the best helper!”

      “And you won’t pester Miss Althea or your grandma by asking when I’ll be home?” he prompted.

      When she crossed her heart and hoped to cry, he knelt for another hug and ruffled her silky, golden-brown СКАЧАТЬ