Quick-Draw Cowboy. Joanna Wayne

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “Then I guess you’re ready for the marriage game.”

      “It’s not a game,” Pierce argued.

      “Right. It’s your life. If you’re happy, then I couldn’t be happier for you.”

      Riley meant that. It was just that settling down to one woman, one ranch, one set of options seemed a lot like sticking a horse in one pasture and never letting it taste the grass on the other side of the fence.

      “To change the subject, do you guys remember our first day on the Double K Ranch?” Tucker asked.

      “All too well,” Pierce said. “I was scared to open my mouth, afraid Esther and Charlie would kick us out if we did anything to annoy them.”

      “Same here,” Riley said. “And if we got rejected by the Kavanaughs, that scary old hag of a social worker would take over and place us in three different foster homes.”

      “I cried the day the social worker said that,” Tucker said, “but I hid so you two couldn’t see me. At twelve, I figured I was way too old to cry.”

      The truth was they’d all had trouble dealing with the grief. One morning they’d had loving parents, a home, security. A few hours later a policeman showed up at the door and told them their parents had died in a car crash.

      They’d spent the next ten months with Charlie and Esther before a great-uncle they’d never met showed up and took them to live in Kansas with him until they turned eighteen.

      But Riley had never truly gotten over that feeling that he was one second away from a catastrophe. Maybe none of them had. Could be that was why Tucker risked his life almost daily riding two-thousand-pound bulls that would just as soon crack his skull with a hoof as not.

      Maybe that was why Pierce had become a Navy SEAL and had been so good at it. And the reason Riley could never commit to anything. There was no certainty of anything in life.

      Or maybe they were all just three brothers out there trying to find where they fit.

      “I had a few minutes alone with Esther this morning,” Tucker said. “She still seems to think Charlie was murdered.”

      “I know,” Pierce said. “I’ve looked in to it some, but there’s just no evidence to support that.”

      “Yet hard to believe he committed suicide,” Riley said. “Were there health issues?”

      “Not that Esther’s mentioned,” Pierce said. “But like I said, there are lots of money issues. The ranch is mortgaged to the hilt and Charlie was behind in his payments. His bank account is down to a few thousand dollars and he’d been steadily selling off his livestock since the drought two years ago.”

      Riley leaned against a bale of hay. “Looks like your offer to buy in came just in time to save the ranch.”

      “It’s working out that way,” Pierce agreed. “It’s great for Esther, too. She gets to stay in her home she shared with Charlie for so many years and still tend to her beloved chickens and her vegetable garden. Charlie’s ranch doesn’t fall into the hands of the bank. It’s a win-win all the way around.”

      “Except that you’re buying a ranch that you admit has fallen into a state of serious disrepair.”

      “I like a challenge. Besides, I had some money saved, thinking I might buy a ranch. Even after I pay off the debts, I’ll have enough left to hopefully make the Double K a profitable operation again.”

      “You’ve got your work cut out for you,” Riley said.

      “Yep, and I’m hoping my brother the rambler might settle down for a few months and help me out.”

      “Why did I not see this coming?” Strangely, Riley wasn’t put off by the idea. He had to be somewhere; might as well be here helping out his brother and Esther—for a while.

      “Just don’t get any ideas that I’m going to settle down in Winding Creek forever, big brother.”

      “That possibility never entered my mind.”

      So now the cute, little redheaded pastry chef with the sparkling eyes and the heart-melting smile wasn’t his only excuse for hanging around Winding Creek.

      “You think we have time to saddle a few horses and race out to the swimming hole like old times?” Tucker asked.

      “I don’t see why not,” Pierce said. “I’m banned from seeing my bride until the wedding and it’s not going to take me long to shower and struggle into the monkey suit.”

      “Now you’re talking,” Riley said.

      The three Lawrence brothers racing on horseback once again. This was as good as it got.

       Chapter Four

      Riley stood with Pierce and Tucker a couple of yards to the left of the flowered arbor, where the minister was patiently waiting.

      Guests had been arriving for the past half hour or more, filling up the rows of folding chairs.

      Riley recognized very few of them. “You must be giving away a new tractor to draw this many people.”

      “And to think this started out as a small family wedding,” Pierce said.”

      “You’ve only been back here on a permanent basis since Christmas. Do you even know half these people?” Tucker asked.

      “Not many, but Esther knows them all. Once she got involved in the plans, the size of the wedding at least quadrupled. We didn’t have the heart to reel her in. The busier she is, the better she does with handling the grief over Charlie’s death.”

      “This must have cost a fortune,” Riley said. “Did you win the lottery and forget to tell me?”

      “Nope. But this is Texas. You have a shindig, everyone chips in to help. The only food we had to furnish were the briskets that I smoked myself. And the booze, of course, though not even all of that. Some old friend of Charlie’s I’ve never even seen before dropped off a few cases of beer today.”

      “They’ve been bringing in food for a good hour,” Tucker said. “I guess we’ll find out who the best cooks in the area are.”

      “None better than Esther,” Pierce assured them, “though I doubt you’ll find a bad dish in the bunch.”

      “Then I guess I’ll have to try them all,” Tucker said. “You lucked out with the weather, but what were you going to do if it rained? If I remember correctly, this area turns into a giant mud puddle with every shower.”

      “We had the option of moving the affair to the new community center next to the high school. The folding chairs and tables belong to the center anyway. The portable dance floor, too, though I had to rent it. Cost me a whopping twenty-five dollars.”

      “And all the lights you’ve got strung through branches and around poles?”

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