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Caleb grabbed Midnight’s reins and wrapped them around his saddle horn, then pulled Kaye from her saddle and settled her in front of him. He took off her cowboy hat and folded her close to his chest.
Her body shook as if she were on a Tilt-a-Whirl at the state fair. He rested his chin on her head and rubbed his hand over her back. The world around them disappeared while Caleb held this brave woman, who was seeing another world, living through a different storm.
He could only guess at the horror she saw, but he knew she’d endured a lot in the hospitals she’d been in. He experienced nightmares about the accident that had just happened with the rider who was hurt, but his nightmares were nowhere in the realm of hers.
Midnight danced, but Razor stood rock steady underneath him. Midnight calmed.
Caleb started praying. He might not know what she saw, but God did.
The storm raged around them, cutting them off from the world. The leaves shook, but only a few drops worked their way down Caleb’s back. As he prayed, Caleb felt a deep connection to this woman—one he’d never experienced before. He didn’t quite understand the feeling, but he recognized a wounded soul when he saw one.
He lost track of how much time passed, but the lack of sound finally caught his attention. The rain stopped as suddenly as it began.
Kaye’s body relaxed and she melted into him. He continued to hold her, lightly rubbing her back. After a moment, she stirred and looked up at him.
Slowly she became aware of where she sat. She didn’t cry or accuse but quietly waited for an explanation.
“You seemed a bit— Uh, Midnight panicked and—”
She looked down at her hands. “Thanks.”
No further explanation was needed.
He wanted to ask her what she was reliving, but from her closed expression, he knew she didn’t want to talk.
“I think I can ride by myself.” She refused to look up.
“So how do you want to do this? You want to try to slip your leg over Midnight’s back, or do you want to mount from the ground?”
She eyed the maneuver she would have to make to slip onto Midnight’s back from his horse. “I think maybe let me mount from the ground.”
He gently set her on her feet, handed back her hat then unwrapped her mount’s reins from around his saddle horn. She slapped the hat on and looked around—he guessed for a rock that she could mount from.
He dismounted and cupped his hands so she could use them for a boost up.
“Thanks.”
She stepped into his hands and he lifted her over her horse’s back. Her neck turned red.
He remounted his horse and they started toward the house. They didn’t talk as they rode, but as they topped the next-to-last rise before the ranch house, the sight and smell of smoke filled the sky.
Kaye stopped. Caleb stopped beside her.
“The house and barn are in that direction.” She glanced at him.
“There were several lightning strikes close to us. Maybe one of the trees or some grass burned.” At least he hoped that was all it was.
They kicked their mounts into a run. As they topped the last rise, their worst fears were confirmed. The back porch of the house was on fire. Joel and her grandfather fought the flames.
Riding down the hill, they galloped to the barn. Joel stood outside with the hose, and Gramps held a bucket. Caleb raced to the back of the house and dismounted on a run. He took the bucket from the old man and ran to the outside trough and filled it. He threw the bucket on the edge of the porch. Kaye went inside and grabbed the broom and started to beat the two-by-fours anchoring the screens.
They worked for several more minutes at fighting the fire until they had it out. Finally, Joel stepped back and held the hose at his side. “I think we’ve got it. Anyone see any smoldering spots?”
“Looks like it’s out,” Caleb said.
Gramps stumbled to the singed picnic table and sat. Caleb set the bucket down. He collapsed next to Gramps on the bench as Joel turned off the hose.
Opening the screen door, Kaye joined the others. Part of the porch’s roof was blackened.
“What happened?” she asked.
“I was riding in when I saw the bolt of lightning hit the porch. I vaulted off my horse and ran to the hose and started fighting the flames. Gramps came out the back door and tried to help, but—”
“I was sitting in my chair asleep when a loud crack woke me. What that tractor didn’t do, the boom nearly did.”
They looked at the smoldering roof of the porch.
“It could’ve been worse,” Caleb said. His words were punctuated by the roof crumbling onto the porch.
Silence settled until a choked laugh escaped Kaye. She looked around, guilt flushing her cheeks.
Joel shook his head. Caleb fought his smile while Gramps just shook his head and walked back inside.
Caleb thought about what Joel said. “Did you see the lightning actually strike the house?”
Under the soot on his face, Joel frowned. “I did. Why?”
“Horsefeathers.” Gramps’s comment drifted through the screened back door.
Caleb rubbed the back of his neck. “Because if there was a direct strike, it probably fried all the electronics in the house.”
Kaye sat down next to Caleb. “What else could go wrong?”
“Do you really want to know?”
She shook her head. “No.”
But when it rained, it poured. And it was raining hard.
Chapter Four
Kaye pulled the marshmallow out of the fireplace and placed it onto a graham cracker. She topped it with a square of chocolate and a second graham cracker, and handed it to her grandfather. “This reminds me of the first time you took Joel and me on a campout.”
Gramps accepted the treat and tried to take a bite but lost hold of the s’more. It plopped in his lap. He glanced at Kaye. “Nothing’s going right today.”
Kaye quickly picked up the s’more and put it on a plate. “I’ll make you another.”
Gramps shook his head. “Nope, just give me back that mess. I’ll finish it.”
Kaye glanced at Caleb and saw him grinning. A laugh bubbled up in her, but she didn’t think Gramps would appreciate it. After the events of this afternoon, you had to either laugh or cry. She put the plate with the s’more in Gramps’s lap. He picked it up and took a bite.
Caleb handed her another marshmallow. “You seem to get the marshmallow just right, so mind doing mine?”
Kaye’s emotions binged all over the place. There was that sizzle she felt, but also she was on pins and needles, worried he’d ask about what happened during the storm.
This flashback had been the worst she’d experienced.
“Kaye?” Caleb said again, holding out the marshmallow.
“Well, since your last marshmallow resembled the black mess on the back porch, I guess I could.”
Caleb grinned. “That last one I did looked exactly like the mess on the porch.”
The lightning had blown all the lightbulbs in the house along with all the appliances—big screen included. Even the hot-water heater had been fried. Joel called the insurance company on his cell phone and was told to leave things alone until the adjuster could get out to the ranch tomorrow. If they had any working cameras or if their cell phones had a camera they should take pictures of the damages.
They’d put the things from the refrigerator in an ice chest and had hot dogs for dinner. The fire in the fireplace was Gramps’s idea. They had only two lightbulbs in the pantry, so they’d replaced one in Gramps’s room but had to find a lamp that still worked to put in the other lightbulb. Luckily, all their flashlights worked.
“I wonder if we’re the only ones who got hit,” Joel said.
“I’ll ask when I call the other members on the committee. Oh, by the way, I talked to Nan today.” Kaye pulled the marshmallow out of the fire and handed the skewer to Caleb.
In the light from the fireplace, Kaye could see her brother’s guilty look. “Oh?”
“That’s why I decided to ride out to the field, to have a little talk with you.”
Joel shifted on the chair. “About what?”
“About all the details I couldn’t find in your pile. Have you assigned jobs to the various board members? Nan didn’t know what she was to do.”
In the dim light, Kaye couldn’t tell if he blushed, but he wouldn’t look at her.
Joel stuffed the last of the s’more in his mouth. “Not exactly,” he mumbled around the graham cracker.
Her brother acted more like a teenage boy than an adult male. Caleb and Gramps avoided looking at her, too.
“We’re going into town Saturday morning to meet with the other members on the board of the charity rodeo. If we’re going to pull this off in the allotted time, everyone needs to be assigned a job, so before I do that, I want to talk to all the board members.”
“Well, let me know how it goes.” Joel tried to hand her another marshmallow.
“Oh, no, big brother.” Her firm tone drew everyone’s attention. “You and Caleb are going with me. Remember, you promised to help.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
She readied herself to bat down any further arguments. “Gramps, if you want to come, you’re more than welcome.”
Gramps nodded. “Better than sitting here with nothing working.”
Kaye took the marshmallow from Joel.
“So why didn’t you just call, Sis? When that storm hit, I thought you were here with Gramps.”
She paled at the question and her gaze flew to Caleb’s. His expression remained neutral. “After talking with Nan, I wanted to get some straight answers from you.”
“And you found Caleb, instead.”
“I did.” Kaye battled the fear that Caleb would mention how she froze up.
“We were caught out there in the field when the lightning struck,” Caleb explained. “Nearly rattled all the teeth out of my head and didn’t do our horses any favors. We raced toward that copse of trees, took shelter and rode out the storm.” Nothing in his tone indicated she’d flipped out.
Joel’s eyes narrowed. “I had to fight my mount when one of those strikes hit close.”
“As I said, our mounts weren’t happy, either.” Caleb popped the last of his s’more into his mouth. Was there a pattern here? Stuff the mouth and don’t have to answer the question.
Kaye anxiously waited, but Caleb simply continued eating his treat. He nodded toward the bowl of marshmallows.
“Could you do in another one?” he asked between bites.
His question snapped her out of her anxiety. She searched Caleb’s gaze and realized he wasn’t going to say anything about her flashback. “Sure.” She put two marshmallows on a skewer and held it over the flames.
A weight lifted off her shoulders. Still reeling from the incident, she didn’t want her family to know about what happened. Flashbacks weren’t that unusual for combat veterans and she’d had a few before now, but this last one was a real doozy. The noise of the thunder and sudden change in the air pressure had resembled the moments around when the bomb detonated. She remembered being pushed down into blackness when the bomb had gone off in the café. Snatches of the minutes after the bomb floated through her memory.
The cries.
The moans.
The stickiness of blood on her face.
And the metallic smell of blood and biting smell of cordite.
Through the panic this afternoon, a prayer had pierced the nightmare. The words had been a lifeline in the sea of pain and terror that she’d grabbed on to and held until the nightmare receded. When the world had come back into focus, Caleb’s strong arms had surrounded her. He’d smelled of man and wet horse, which had been a blessing and comfort. It was reality that she held on to.
She’d feared Caleb might ask what was wrong, but he hadn’t. And he hadn’t ratted her out to her brother when he’d had the opportunity.
“I think those marshmallows are ready,” Caleb whispered.
Jerking the marshmallows back, she pushed one onto the graham cracker he held.
“Thanks.”
Kaye nodded, thinking she was the one who should thank him. She breathed a sigh of relief, and the knot in her stomach eased. Caleb had just won her respect. And gratitude. When she looked at him, there was no disdain in his eyes, simply understanding.
“Whoever would’ve thought we’d be roasting our dinner over the fireplace,” Gramps grumbled. “I remember it wasn’t until I was eight before my folks got electricity at their ranch. I liked the convenience.”
“Well, tomorrow’s going to be a big day. After the insurance man comes, I’m going shopping. If y’all want any input into the purchases, you’d better come with me.”
“You can do that, Sis. We’ve got a lot to do here.”
“You know better what appliances we need,” Gramps added.
