Madison's Children. Linda Warren

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      Maddie would rather not. But soon she’d have to tell her mother that once again she wouldn’t be in Philly for Christmas.

      The scent of homemade biscuits met them in the hallway. “Oh, my, isn’t that wonderful?”

      “Makes my mouth water,” Gran replied.

      Etta pulled a pan of biscuits out of the oven as they entered the kitchen. “Good morning, lazy bugs.”

      Maddie glanced at the clock. It was barely seven, but she saw the dirty plates on the table. Cooper and Rufus had already eaten and gone.

      Grabbing a biscuit, she juggled it to the table. It was hot, hot, hot. She opened it on a napkin and dribbled honey over it. Picking it up, she headed for the door. She had to catch up with Cooper and Rufus.

      She took a bite of the biscuit and stopped in the doorway. First, she had something else to do.

      “I need to make a phone call,” she said to Gran and Etta.

      On the way to her study, she finished off the biscuit. Damn, she’d forgotten her coffee. Where was her brain? In Worryville.

      She licked her fingers and punched out the number Cait had given her yesterday. Walker’s number. He answered on the first ring.

      “This is Madison Belle,” she said quickly.

      “Ms. Belle.” His deep, strong voice came through loud and clear. “Is there a problem?”

      She curled her sticky fingers around the receiver. “No. I was just wondering how the kids are?”

      “Mine are fine. Haley’s getting ready for school and Georgie’s eating breakfast. Anything else?”

      Yes. Lose the attitude.

      “And Ginny?” she asked without even pausing.

      The silence on the other end was loaded with four-letter words, and they weren’t nice.

      She waited, licking her fingers.

      After a moment he replied, “Ginny is fine, too. I had a talk with her father about what was going to happen to him if he hits her again. I checked on her last night and the family was fine.”

      “That was so sweet of you.”

      “I’m not sweet, Ms. Belle,” he shot back in a voice tighter than a rusted padlock.

      “But your gesture was,” she reminded him just because it annoyed him so much.

      “Anything else, Ms. Belle?” The way he said Ms. Belle was beginning to irritate the crap out of her.

      “You might try working some of that ‘sweet’ into your attitude.” The words were out before she could stop them. Not that she tried very hard.

      “And you might try minding your own business.”

      “Ginny needs someone to help her, and I’m beginning to think that Haley might, too.” After saying that, she slammed down the phone.

      She reached up to see if steam was gushing out of her ears. She was so angry. How could he be so…so ungrateful? And stern. And rigid. And infuriating.

      Blood pumped through her veins with renewed fervor. She hadn’t felt this angry in a very long time. She took a long breath and blew it out her mouth. Mr. Attitude hadn’t heard the last of her.

      CHAPTER FOUR

      MADDIE HURRIED TO THE BARN to catch up with Coop and Ru. A little exercise was what she needed to untangle all the anger inside her. After all, Walker was the children’s father and she was sticking her nose into his business. But she cared. Children were her weakness. In this situation, though, she needed to tread carefully. Or not. Annoying Walker might become the highlight of her day.

      In the doorway to the barn, she stopped short. Cooper was shoving bullets into a rifle, and Rufus held another one in his hand. Her heart skipped a beat.

      “What’s going on?”

      Coop turned to her. “Ru got a call from Mr. Peevy. Wild dogs killed two of his baby calves last night. We have to be prepared.”

      “Prepared?”

      Coop handed her the rifle, and she just stared at it. “Put it in the scabbard of your saddle.”

      She shook her head. “Oh, no. I don’t do the gun thing, and since you’re on probation, you shouldn’t, either.”

      His face darkened. “I promised Cait to help you run High Five, and I’m not going to let a pack of feral dogs slaughter our calf crop.”

      She could see the anger in his eyes, which was very rare. Ever since he had the fight with the man who had framed him, Coop kept his anger on a tight leash. Although Coop was cleared of all wrongdoing in the killing of the horses, he was on probation for the assault. The man refused to drop the charges. Maddie understood Coop’s anger. Anyone would have lashed out at being used as a scapegoat in an insurance scam, but she didn’t want him to get into any more trouble.

      Gently, she touched his arm. “I know High Five means a lot to you, but you have to be careful.”

      He took a deep breath. “I’ll be very careful. Out here no one knows.”

      “Let’s keep it that way.”

      “Okay.” He raised the gun in front of her again. “Learn to use it. You have to be able to protect your animals.”

      Against every objection in her head, she took it. The gun felt heavy and deadly in her hands. Her first instinct was to throw it on the ground and say no way. But High Five was still struggling and they couldn’t afford to lose a calf crop. The last hurricane had ripped through the ranch and had caused tremendous damages. They were still rebuilding. She had to step up and do her job, like she’d told Cait she could.

      But a gun?

      This is where the city girl and the country girl collided. Who was Madison Belle?

      “There are six bullets in the magazine,” Coop was saying. “It’s already loaded.” He pointed to a spot on the gun. “There’s the safety. Always keep it on. If you have to shoot, push it to off and line up your prey with this guide on top. Then pull the trigger.” He tapped a forefinger against the guide.

      “I’m not sure I can do that,” she admitted.

      “Would you like to practice?”

      “No, thanks.” Firing the gun wasn’t on this city/country girl’s agenda. “Hopefully I won’t ever have to use it.”

      “Mr. Peevy’s place is about five miles away. The dogs could travel in another direction, but like I said we have to be prepared.”

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