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“We got a call that Mr. Reynolds had fallen from the loft of the barn. It seems he may have been haying the horses when he tripped. I can’t guarantee it, ma’am, but he was breathing good and all. Once he regains consciousness, he’s probably going to be okay.”
Dru wanted to thank the man for his kindness. No one could guarantee Joey’s condition, but the deputy had seen enough accidents to be able to deduce a little something to set Rebecca’s mind at ease.
“Who called the ambulance?” she asked.
“I did.” Brett stepped into the circle of light thrown by the patrol car headlights.
“Thanks, Brett,” Rebecca said.
“Now maybe you’ll listen to me and get that…Joey off the property. He’s not responsible. He never should be allowed around those horses. Up in that barn fiddling around, nearly killing himself.”
“Mr. Gibson,” Dru stepped in. Now wasn’t the time to rant and rave about what should have been done. “How do you know Joey tripped and fell?”
“I don’t know for certain. Maybe Joey was trying to fly,” he said sarcastically. “Either he tripped or he jumped, officer. I was giving him the benefit of the doubt.”
“I should go to the hospital,” Rebecca said. “When he wakes up, I want him to see someone familiar.”
“I’ll drive you,” Dru offered.
“No, stay here and do what you can to find out what happened. I’ll take my own car.”
Dru didn’t like her pale complexion, but he knew it was pointless to argue with her. He’d known enough women in his day to realize that trying to stop one on a chosen path was about as effective as stepping in front of a train. “I’ll check with you as soon as I’m finished here,” he promised and watched her hurry off into the night.
With his two deputies, Dru began to look around the barn area. He found where Joey had fallen, and when he looked, it did appear as if perhaps Joey had stumbled and fallen from the loft into the center aisle of the barn. That raised several questions, one of which he asked Brett.
“What was Joey doing in the hayloft at two in the morning?” Dru didn’t mention that he’d known Joey all of his life. Joey was honest, hardworking and he slept the sleep of the innocent. He went to bed at ten and got up at dawn. He wasn’t inclined to wandering around in the dark.
“I don’t have a clue,” Brett said in a snappy tone.
The anthropologist had a sharp tongue and an acid disposition. If he’d ever been taught any manners at all, he’d forgotten them. “What were you doing wandering the premises at two in the morning?” Dru asked easily.
There was a pause as Brett considered the subtle implication that his early-morning wanderings might have some impact on Joey’s. “I heard something,” he said. “I was asleep in my tent and I heard someone rustling around in the bushes. I got up to see who it was. Then I heard this moaning sound and I went to investigate. Instead of questioning me, you should be thanking me. If I hadn’t stumbled on Joey, he’d have lain out there all night.”
Dru didn’t point out that it wasn’t his job to thank someone for acting like a civilized human. “Do you think maybe Joey heard something, too?”
Brett rolled his eyes. “Joey’s only interested in those damn horses and his plants. If the horses or plants were talking, he was probably out in the barn listening.”
“Thank you,” Dru said. He was tired and he had had just about as much of Brett Gibson as he could take. He spoke with the two deputies, and they began marking off the area. It looked like a simple accident, but where Blackthorn was concerned, Dru knew he couldn’t be too careful.
Rebecca had seen someone in the woods that very morning. It was possible someone was on the property with the intention of making trouble.
WHEN JOEY OPENED his eyes, he blinked and focused on Rebecca. “I knew you’d help me,” he said. “My head hurts.”
“I know,” Rebecca answered, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking his hand. No matter that the doctors had assured her he was fine. Now, with his gentle blue eyes focused on her, she could believe it. “You scared me half to death, Joey. You’ve been asleep for nearly twelve hours.”
“Twelve hours?” he said, his forehead furrowing. “I’m sorry. I was scared.”
“What happened?” Rebecca eased back, giving him some space.
“I was in my apartment,” he said, “looking at some seed catalogues. I think snapdragons by the foundation of the house, don’t you?”
“Perfect. What happened?”
“I heard someone in the barn.”
The words chilled Rebecca so effectively that she had to remember to draw in a breath. “Who? Did you see anyone?”
Joey shook his head. “I slipped out of the apartment, hurried down the stairs, and then I thought I heard some one in the loft. So I went to the feed room and climbed the ladder there. I was afraid they’d try to hurt one of the horses, so I was really careful.”
There was only one ladder into the loft. If someone was up there and Joey went looking, he’d essentially trapped that person.
“Did you see anyone?” Rebecca asked again.
“No. Someone hit me on the head with something. I lost my balance and fell.”
Rebecca forced herself to take a deep breath. The worst thing she could do would be to frighten Joey with her own panic. “Are you sure someone hit you?” she asked gently.
Joey nodded. “Feel.” He reached for her hand and put it on a big knot on the side of his head. “There.”
“Joey, do you know who did this?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t see who it was.”
“Did you notice anything else?”
“There was a red can in the loft. It looked like the can that goes with the tractor.”
“Diesel?” Rebecca couldn’t hide her fear any longer. Was it possible someone intended to set the barn on fire and that by some fluke Joey had prevented it?
“Yeah, the diesel for the tractor. It looked like that can, but it shouldn’t have been in the barn. It belongs in the equipment shed.”
“That’s right,” Rebecca said, eager to get to the court house and check with Dru to see what he’d found.
“Did I do the right thing?” Joey asked, a frown on his face. “I don’t want to disappoint Aurelia and Marcus. They said I should watch out for the horses and all the animals at Blackthorn.”
“You did exactly right,” Rebecca reassured him, squeezing his hand. “You did perfect, Joey. Now I’m going in to talk with the sheriff. Will you be okay?”
He nodded. “Can I go home soon?”
“As soon as they release you,” Rebecca said. “I’ll be back for you.”
Before she was at the door he had closed his eyes and had drifted into sleep. She watched from the doorway for a moment, wondering just how lucky he’d been to escape with his life.
WHEN SHE ARRIVED at the courthouse, she wasn’t surprised to see that Dru was in his office. It wasn’t quite noon yet, but the courthouse was emptying out. She walked into the sheriff’s office and saw Drew, backlit by a large window in his private office.
“How’s Joey?” he asked, his gaze lingering on her.
“He’s going to be okay. He said someone hit him.”
Dru stood up and walked around, assisting Rebecca into a chair. “I wish I had better news. We found a piece of lumber with blood and hair on it that I’m positive will be Joey’s. Someone struck him with that lumber.”
“And deliberately knocked him out of the loft? They could easily have killed him.”
“I can’t speak to their intention, but they surely meant to knock him out.”
“Joey said there was a can of diesel in the loft.”
Dru’s eyebrows shot up. “We searched the loft but we didn’t find any diesel fuel.”
“Maybe Joey frightened them away.”
“If he did, he’s a very lucky man to be alive. And so are those horses.”
“What’s going on, Dru?” Rebecca asked, trying hard not to let her voice tremble.
“I don’t know, but we’re going to find out.”
CHAPTER THREE
BRETT AND THE rest of the crew were drinking the last of the iced tea from their lunch break when Rebecca got back to Blackthorn.
“How is Joey?” Brett asked, and there was an odd tone in his voice.
Rebecca felt a sudden chill. Brett hated Joey, but surely not enough to try and injure him.
“He’s going to be okay. He’s very lucky. The fall from the barn could have killed him.”
“I know you think I’m a hard man,” Brett said, “but Joey shouldn’t be out here. This is a dangerous place and he’s going to get hurt.”
Rebecca locked her gaze with Brett’s and spoke softly. “Joey didn’t trip and fall. Someone hit him with a board and tried to kill him.”
Brett’s face drew into a frown. “That’s nuts. Who would want to hurt the simpleton?”
“That’s a good question,” Rebecca said. “And I’m sure Sheriff Colson will find the answer to it.”
“Who would want to hurt Joey?” Brett repeated almost as if he were talking to himself.
“Don’t repeat that information to the rest of the crew,” Rebecca cautioned him.
“Because you’re afraid they’ll quit?”
“Because one of them may have done it,” Rebecca said, once again watching Brett for any sign of guilt.
“I’ve worked with these men on two other digs.” Brett was having no difficulty working himself into indignation. “They have no reason to injure Joey.”
It was interesting that Brett defended his men. Rebecca took it as a good sign. “Nonetheless, it’s best if they don’t know that Joey was attacked. The construction workers are also going to be questioned. If someone on the estate is guilty, it’ll be easier to find out who it is if they don’t think we’re suspicious.”
“Except it puts my workers in some jeopardy,” Brett pointed out. “They have a right to know that someone is on the loose at Blackthorn, whacking people in the head.”
Rebecca felt her throat close. She hadn’t said that Joey was hit in the head. “Brett, don’t argue with me. Just do what I tell you. In the end, I’m the one responsible, not you.” She walked away, hoping that her little act of bravado had covered her intense concern about Brett and his involvement with what had happened to Joey. As soon as she got a chance to talk to Dru, she’d repeat the entire conversation.
Although she was tired, she knew she wouldn’t be able to rest. She went up to the shell of the house. Progress was being made, but it seemed slow to her.
The contractor had built a makeshift staircase to the upper floor, and though she’d given strict orders to all but the carpenters not to venture to the upper levels, she climbed up herself.
The vista was incredible. The house Aurelia and Marcus were building wasn’t huge—at least not like the former plantation that had stood on Blackthorn. But it was an imposing structure that seemed to rise from the high bluff overlooking the river. The exterior walls would be made of cement blocks poured in specially designed molds to give the appearance of limestone. Once finished, the house would be indestructible. Those inside the walls of Blackthorn House would have the most spectacular view of the Mississippi in the whole area.
Leaning against a four-by-four support, Rebecca gazed down at the early sunlight on the “father of waters,” as the Indians had called the Mississippi.
Movement at the base of the cliff caught her eye. Probably a deer. She leaned out, trying to get a good look. She caught only a glimpse, but something about what she saw troubled her. There was too much white for a deer. The animal she saw moved in a jerky fashion, not with the smooth, bounding grace of a whitetail.
The man burst out of a clump of shrubs and darted into another. He was almost at the river, and when he got there, he looked in both directions before dragging a small boat out of the bush and jumping into it. In a matter of moments, he was swirling away in the current.
“Damn!” Rebecca watched as he disappeared in the tree-covered lee of the river. She left the window and hurried back to the caretaker’s cottage. It was too late to catch whoever was on Blackthorn property illegally, but maybe they’d left some clues behind.
DRU WAS pleasantly surprised when the telephone rang on his desk at three forty-five and he heard Rebecca’s breathless voice. He’d just been thinking of her. But when she reported what she’d seen, he told her to hold on, he was on the way.
The two deputies who’d worked the assault on Joey were off duty, so Dru called two others to work the physical evidence at the riverbank, if there was any.
He didn’t wait for them to get their gear. He got in his car and drove straight to Blackthorn. Rebecca looked both excited and tired, and he had to stop himself from the impulse to put his arms around her.
“It was directly below the house,” she said, starting toward the river.
Dru didn’t have to wait long for his men. They pulled up and began to ease down the steep bluff that overlooked the powerful river.
“Should we go with them?” Rebecca asked.
Dru shook his head. “The best thing we can do is stay out of their way. If they find something, they’ll let me know.”
“I can’t help but wonder who’s trespassing so freely on Blackthorn,” Rebecca said. “I saw him. He’s slender with sandy-brown hair. And he seems to know his way around here fairly well.”
“I talked to Joey,” Dru said. “He just didn’t see anyone. He’s eager to come home, though.”
Rebecca rubbed her right eyebrow with her finger. “Brett says it isn’t safe for Joey here. He says Joey’s going to get hurt.” She met Dru’s gaze. “And that it would be my fault if I allowed him to stay in a dangerous place.”
Dru shook his head lightly. “Joey’s a grown man, Rebecca. He’s a little slow, but he knows Blackthorn better than anyone else. He’s as safe here as anywhere else.”
“What about last night?”
“The person who struck Joey wasn’t lying in wait for him. Joey interrupted something. And in all likelihood saved the lives of those three horses.”
Rebecca couldn’t deny that. “I just don’t want him hurt. He’s such a kind man….”
“And one who knows how to keep his eyes open now that he’s aware of danger.”
Rebecca’s smile was like the sun slipping out from behind a cloud. “You make me feel better, you know.”
“You don’t deserve to feel bad,” he said simply.
