The Forest Ranger's Promise. Leigh Bale

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СКАЧАТЬ and she pressed her hand to his shoulder. “Just rest a moment and get your bearings.”

      “My horse—?”

      “We’ll find him for you,” Anne said.

      The man closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. “My head feels like it’s been split in two.”

      Melanie didn’t laugh. Aaron had died from a similar accident, leaving her and Anne to fend for themselves with two bands of sheep. If only someone had been there to help Aaron, he might be alive now. That thought alone made her feel responsible for this man. He might have a wife and kids of his own and she was determined to do everything in her power to make sure that their father returned to them. “You hit a rock. You may have a concussion.”

      The man braced his big hands on the ground and tried to sit up. Melanie and Anne both reached to help him.

      He groaned, rubbing his eyes. “My vision’s blurry.”

      Melanie eyed him critically. “You sure you feel like sitting up?”

      “Yeah.” He closed his eyes again, then opened them. “There, that’s better.”

      “You got a name?” she asked.

      He swallowed, as if he felt nauseated. “Ennison. Scott Ennison.”

      Melanie froze. Her heart felt as though it dropped to her feet. She’d never met this man, but she’d heard plenty about him from the other ranchers in the area. Scott Ennison, the new forest ranger over the Snyder District. The bane of every rancher’s existence.

      He wasn’t what she expected. Ranchers had called the last ranger Overbellie because he was bald and fat and rarely went out on the range to see what difficulties the ranchers might be dealing with. But this man looked lean and strong, with a full head of hair and startling blue eyes.

      “You’re Ennison?” A look of repugnance crinkled Anne’s freckled nose.

      “Yeah, who are you?”

      The girl stood and backed away, her hands resting on her hips. Dressed in denim and scruffy work boots, she looked every inch like her father. “I’m Anne Marie McAllister and you killed my dad.”

      Ennison blinked. “What?”

      “Anne, don’t say that. Your father’s death was an accident. It wasn’t anyone’s fault.” Melanie said the words mechanically, trying to believe them herself. It’d been Aaron’s foul temper and drinking that had caused his death, not the forest ranger.

      The girl’s eyes narrowed with loathing. “You’re good for nothing but causing us ranchers trouble.”

      “Anne!”

      “Well, it’s true.” The girl whirled around and ran to her horse, burying her cheek against the warm side of the animal’s shoulder.

      Melanie stared after Anne, her heart aching. She understood her daughter’s animosity, but didn’t like Anne’s disrespect and hateful words. Anne was too young to hate anyone. How she wished Aaron hadn’t instilled a revulsion for rangers in their daughter.

      Ennison’s brow crinkled in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

      Melanie wasn’t about to explain. Not to this stranger. When she spoke, her voice sounded strained. “Do you think you can stand so we can get you on a horse? I think you need a doctor.”

      “Yeah, if you can just help me get down to the mouth of Game Creek, I’ve got a truck and horse trailer there.”

      “Okay.” She preferred returning to her sheep camp. Game Creek was much closer, but if she didn’t return, her herder might worry. As she helped Ennison stand, she noticed that Anne silently refused to lend a hand. Something inside Melanie hardened. She also felt angry, yet it wasn’t fair to blame this man for Aaron’s death. Between the last ranger’s dictatorial ways and Aaron’s drunken rages, her family had suffered greatly.

      Gossips in Snyderville said the previous ranger had lost control over the grazing permittees in the area. Even his kids were getting beaten up at school. The Forest Service claimed that Scott Ennison was an experienced range man from another district where he’d handled serious grazing problems. Ennison also had a reputation for being hard-nosed, but fair.

      Melanie would reserve judgment for now.

      Since cattle and sheep men had a natural aversion to forest rangers, Melanie half wished she hadn’t been the one to discover him. What would the other ranchers say when they found out she’d helped him? How would she ever live it down?

      The story of the Good Samaritan filled her mind, reminding her that she should love her enemy and turn the other cheek. But no matter how hard she tried, she still didn’t want to help this man.

      Ennison walked steady, but once he sat in the saddle, he groaned and hung limp over the neck of Melanie’s horse. Prickles of alarm dotted Melanie’s flesh. What if he died? She didn’t want any accusations flung her way.

      “You okay?” She stood beside her horse, looking up at the man’s pale face.

      He straightened, his tall frame towering over her as he gave a weak smile. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’m sure glad you showed up when you did. I think that mother grizzly had me on the menu for supper.”

      She almost chuckled, but couldn’t bring herself to feel that comfortable around him. “I think it’s time we left this place.”

      “I won’t argue with you on that score.”

      She climbed up behind Anne on the girl’s horse. Fearing Ennison might fall off his mount, Melanie took the reins, ponying him along beside her as they headed down the trail. They rode slow and steady and she glanced over her shoulder often to make certain Ennison was okay. She kept her rifle close at hand, just in case she saw a bear. Aaron had taught her to shoot. She’d chased off coyotes from her band of sheep by firing into the air. Aaron told her that did little good because they’d just return to steal sheep later on. He wanted her to shoot to kill, but she just couldn’t, unless a person’s life was at stake. Just like that mother grizzly, Melanie would do anything to protect her child.

      As darkness covered the mountain, Melanie asked Anne to dig two flashlights out of her saddlebag. Aiming the beams of light at the trail, she silently prayed they didn’t miss the turn leading to Game Creek.

      Please, God, keep us safe tonight.

      When they reached the camp, Melanie stared through the dark, just making out the Forest Service emblem with a lone pine tree on the side of Ennison’s pale green truck. She breathed a sigh of relief. His horse stood beside the truck, its head up with reins trailing as it nickered gently in greeting.

      “You knucklehead. Why didn’t you take me with when you bolted?” Ennison asked the animal.

      The horse just stared at them. Again, Melanie appreciated Ennison’s humor and would have laughed if he’d been any other man.

      It took thirty minutes to get the three horses loaded and Ennison settled in the front seat. Thankfully, the trailer was big enough to hold all the horses. No way was she about to leave her precious animals on this mountain alone. СКАЧАТЬ