Между двумя мирами. Школа выживания. Марина Ефиминюк

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      Though he had few visitors, George always acted as if spending a few minutes of his valuable time with her was a huge favor. Hiding a smile, Hope followed his thumping cane through the gloomy old house to the kitchen. He also claimed arthritis prevented him from doing much beyond the bare necessities for his survival, but Hope suspected he was malingering in order to get attention. He could be amazingly spry when he chose.

      She gladly played along with him, filling his ancient percolator with cold water, adding the coffee and setting it on the stove. Turning around one of the straight-backed wooden chairs at the table, she straddled it, facing George’s rocker.

      Once they both were seated, he smiled, showing off chewing-tobacco-stained teeth. “What do you want to know this time?”

      “Actually, I’ve come to say goodbye.”

      “What?” Rocking forward so hard his rocker squeaked in protest, George frowned at her, his bushy white eyebrows jutting out from his face. “You said you were stayin’ until you finished your book.”

      “That’s what I’d planned,” Hope agreed, touched by how upset he was about her news. Other than Blair, she’d had few people in her life who cared if she stayed or left. “But sometimes plans have to change.”

      “Why? What the hell’s happened?”

      Hope tried to smile at him, but found herself surprisingly near tears instead. Jake wasn’t the only one she’d grown fond of in Sunshine Gap. She would miss this old man, the other McBrides, her dear friend, Emma, who had married Jake’s brother Cal. Hope wasn’t ready to leave any of them. But after that scene with Jake…

      “Aw, jeez, don’t start blubberin’,” George grumbled, shifting restlessly in his chair. “Never could stand a blubberin’ woman.”

      “Oh, get over it,” Hope grumbled back at him. “I’ll blubber if I want to. You won’t melt.”

      Slapping his knee, the old man let out a cackle of laughter. “You’re somethin’ else, gal. Go ahead and bawl your head off if it makes you feel better.”

      She uttered a shaky laugh and wiped her eyes with her fingertips. “No, I’m okay now.”

      He put the chair in motion, filling the room with soft creaking sounds. “Tell me what brought this on.”

      Hope related an abbreviated version of what had happened at the wedding reception. With a few adroit questions, George dragged the rest of the story out of her. He kept rocking for several moments after she’d finished, his expression thoughtful. “You don’t have to go back to California.”

      “Yes, I do. I can’t stay at the Flying M now.”

      “You want Jake to think he can run you off that easy?”

      “No, but there’s not even a decent motel in Sunshine Gap.”

      “So find some other place to stay. Hell, stay here.”

      “I couldn’t impose on you.”

      “I invited ya, didn’t I?”

      “Well, yes, but—”

      “But nothin’. You wouldn’t be imposin’. This old house is so big, I rattle around in it all by myself. We could go for a week and not even see each other.”

      “It’s not that big, George,” Hope said with a chuckle.

      “Long as you don’t blubber all the time, I reckon we can get along well enough.” George’s expression turned shrewd. “Maybe we could even help each other out.”

      The old man was up to something, but what? In spite of her better judgment, Hope asked, “How?”

      “You love livin’ here. Around Sunshine Gap, I mean.”

      She hesitated, then slowly nodded. “Something here calls to me. I don’t know quite what it is, but everything’s just so…real here. I don’t know if it’s the land or the people.”

      “Could be the lack of people,” he suggested. “Must be mighty nice to drive down a road that ain’t all clogged up with traffic.”

      “That’s true.” She smiled at him. “But it’s more than that. When I’m in Wyoming, I feel as if…as if I’m home. I can think here. And see life more clearly. I know I’ve done some of my best writing here.”

      “Then why don’t you buy this place?”

      Hope felt her mouth fall open and knew she was gaping at him. “The Double Circle?”

      “It’s the only ranch I own. I won’t even try to rip you off ’cause you’re rich. All I want’s the fair market value.”

      “You can’t be serious.”

      “Why the hell not? I’m ninety-one years old, gal. When I croak, somebody’s gonna buy it. Might as well be you.”

      “But I’m a writer. I don’t know anything about ranching.”

      “That’s the beauty of my idea. I got a couple of conditions before I agree to this sale.”

      “Conditions?” She might’ve known. There were always conditions, and they often were unacceptable.

      Scowling, he shook his head at her as if she were trying his patience. “Hear me out before you get your drawers in a knot. First condition is, I can keep my room in this house as long as I want it. I ain’t afraid of dyin’, but I am afraid of bein’ helpless. If I get to where I need a nurse to take care of me, I’d like to have somebody I trust here to keep an eye on things. Make sure I’m treated right, ya know?”

      Hope blinked at the sudden vulnerability in George’s wrinkled face. Having been raised by servants, she knew exactly how it felt to be dependent on people who weren’t always kind. But she didn’t dare show any emotion he might interpret as pity. “Of course,” she said in a businesslike tone. “What are the other conditions?”

      “There’s just one. If you ever decide to sell this place, I want your word you won’t sell it to some developer who’ll cut it up into five-acre lots. That’s what my idiot nephew’ll do if he ever gets his hands on the Double Circle. Kid never was worth the bullet it’d take to shoot him.”

      “I could live with your conditions, but I still don’t know anything about running a ranch. From what I’ve seen, it involves a great deal of hard work.”

      “That it does, but I can teach you what you need to know, and you can always hire whatever help you need. Shoot, my hand Scott pretty much runs this place on his own.”

      “But doesn’t Jake want the Double Circle?”

      George grinned. “Yup. Jake’s wanted this ranch for years. Made me some nice offers and he helps me out when I need somebody to check up on Scott.”

      “Then why don’t you sell it to him?”

      “’Cause then I’d have to leave, and where would I go? Some СКАЧАТЬ