Salvation in the Rancher's Arms. Kelly Boyce

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      Her gaze did not waver; even without looking at her, he could feel it on him. Despite Sutter’s unflattering description of his wife, Caleb found her straightforward manner appealing. He found her appealing, a fact that disturbed what little peace he had. He chose his words with care.

      “Could be he did attend the auction.”

      “But that’s not where you met him.” She lifted her chin. “I would prefer if you would be honest with me, Mr. Beckett. Do not feel you need to spare my sensibilities or protect me from the truth. I’m quite capable of handling it, whatever it is.”

      He didn’t doubt it for a second. Rachel Sutter didn’t strike him as the type to shirk from the storms life threw her way.

      “I met your husband at the Broken Deuce. There’s a poker game held there every year during the auction. A lot of money can change hands. Fortunes won or lost at the turn of a card.”

      “And my husband,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Was he—?”

      Caleb nodded. “He played at my table, ma’am.”

      A muscle in her jaw twitched. “Did he win?”

      He could tell from the way she stared down at the table with a hard set to her mouth she already knew the answer. Caleb didn’t bother to sugarcoat it for her. He doubted she would appreciate being pandered to on top of everything else.

      “No, ma’am.”

      A bitter laugh shot out of her as her head dropped back. She stared at the ceiling for a moment before letting out a long breath and recapturing his gaze. “No. Of course he didn’t.” She licked her lips, the motion mesmerizing him for a moment, shooting heat to parts he tried not to think about.

      She had plump, full lips. Again he was struck by the contrast between the vision sitting before him and the wife Sutter had described. Had the man been blind as well as stupid?

      “I’m sorry, ma’am.”

      She waved off his apology. “How did he get himself shot?”

      Caleb rubbed at a stain on the tablecloth and debated glossing over what had happened. No woman should have to hear the details of this. But she had asked him not to hold back, and he figured he owed her that much. “Your husband got upset when the game turned against him. He accused a man of cheating. I think by then he had lost so much, maybe he figured he had nothing left to lose. He made a move to draw his gun, but...”

      He peered across the table at her. She stared at the spot on the tablecloth he had been rubbing with his finger. When he stopped speaking, she filled in what he left unsaid, her voice quiet. Beaten.

      “I take it whoever he planned on shooting was a faster draw.”

      Caleb nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

      “Who?”

      “Beg pardon?”

      “Do you know the name of the man who shot my husband?”

      He debated lying. Nothing good could come of this. But, she had asked him for the truth and again, he felt compelled to give it. “A man by the name of Sinjin Drake.”

      “What happened to him?”

      Caleb arched an eyebrow. “Drake?”

      “Yes. Did they...did they hang him?” Her bottom lip quivered, the first breach in the stone wall she had built around her emotions. She pulled the errant lip into her mouth catching it with her teeth.

      “No. They said the shooting was self-defense.”

      “Was it?”

      Caleb shrugged, wishing she would let it go. It did her no good to hear this. And it did him no good to tell it.

      She stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the hardwood floor. Caleb rose to his feet.

      “I thank you for your time, Mr. Beckett. For bringing my husband’s body home—” her hands fisted together in front of her until he could see the white of her knuckles “—and for telling me the truth.”

      He said nothing.

      “Will you be staying in town long?”

      He wasn’t sure why she asked. Politeness perhaps. Although she had risen to leave, she now seemed uncertain of where to go or what to do.

      “Unlikely.”

      She gave a curt nod. “Well then...I should—”

      “There’s another matter I need to speak to you about.”

      Confusion flitted across her features. “Another matter?” Then it cleared and realization dawned in her eyes. “Oh. Oh, of course. You wish payment for—” She let out a small laugh and pressed her fingertips to her forehead. “How stupid of me.”

      “No, ma’am. I don’t expect payment.” He wished she would sit down. She was looking paler by the minute and what he had to tell her was not going to improve matters. “Please.” He motioned to the chair.

      She waved him off. “If you don’t expect payment, then forgive me, but I see nothing else we would have to discuss.”

      Lord help him, but there was no easy way to do this other than telling her straight out. He reached inside his jacket and pulled out the folded papers. He set them on the table and slid them toward her.

      * * *

      Rachel stared down at the folded papers, her heart pounding. She reached out a tentative hand and picked them up, unfolding them with deliberate slowness. The words swam before her eyes and a strange buzzing rang in her ears. This wasn’t happening.

      It couldn’t be.

      “He put your land up as collateral.”

      Except it was.

      “It appears I’m the new owner of the Circle S ranch.”

      The room swayed and tipped and swerved.

      “Ma’am?”

      Mr. Beckett sounded far away. She tried to find him, but it was hard to keep her eyes focused. She couldn’t catch her breath. Why couldn’t she catch her breath? Blackness encroached at the corners of her eyes and her legs turned weightless.

      “Ma’am?”

      Something scraped loudly across the floor. A blur passed before her eyes before something solid enveloped her.

      Then there was nothing.

       Chapter Three

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