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“It doesn’t concern you.”
“Nell, if you’d give me a chance to explain.” He shifted in the saddle, wishing he could touch her, reassure her in some way.
“You’ve already said everything I need to know. You’re a friend of Richard’s—”
“No, I’m not! Don’t even think that. I met the man once, Nell. Just once. For a couple of hours. But it only took me a couple of minutes to see the kind of person he is.”
That brought her up short. Her gaze returned to him, cautiously, as if she wasn’t sure even now. But he could see she wanted to believe him, wanted to trust him. He yearned for that as much as he did her kisses.
“Valerie, my ex-wife, defended him—she was his state-appointed attorney. Richard mentioned the ghost town to her, and she told me. I was intrigued. A ghost town from the Old West, one that’s basically undiscovered and hasn’t been commercialized. I wanted to see it for myself, as background for a project I’m working on.”
Nell said nothing. Then she said, “So you came all this way because of Bitter End?”
“That’s what initially brought me here. Yes.” But he liked the people of Promise, especially Nell and her family.
“Now I suppose you’re looking for some one to take you there?”
“Yes—I want to see the town.” He wanted to learn the history behind it, too. It was more than just a ghost town, if what Weston said was true, and Travis was hoping to unravel its secrets, include them in his book.
“I’m afraid you’ve made a wasted trip.”
Her unwillingness to help him took him by surprise.
“I won’t take you to Bitter End. And no one else will, either.”
She sounded stubborn about it, but he could be stubborn, too. “I’m going there,” Travis said. “I’ll find it, Nell. Others have and so will I. But I’d rather we did it together.”
“I can’t…I won’t. You don’t understand.”
“Then explain it to me.”
“That town has done nothing but bring Promise grief. We just want to forget about it.”
“What aren’t you telling me?” he asked.
His question seemed to catch her off guard. She was silent for a long time; when she spoke again, it was with the seriousness of a woman who knows more than she wants to. “Nothing good has ever come out of that place. Nothing. The best thing for you is to forget you ever heard it mentioned.”
“You’ve been there?”
“No,” she admitted reluctantly.
“Then how do you know? Who told you? How many people have actually been in the town?”
Nell shrugged, not answering him.
“Then how can you be so sure if you’ve never been there yourself?”
“Everyone knows,” she whispered.
“But you’ve found out where it is?”
She hesitated. “I have a vague idea where it might be.”
“Where?”
Nell made a sweeping motion with her arm. “It’s out there somewhere. Exactly where, I couldn’t tell you.”
“And even if you could, you wouldn’t.”
She nodded.
“This is a historic site. Doesn’t anyone understand that?”
“Bitter End?” Nell laughed without amusement. “Why is it so important to you?” she asked again.
“Curiosity, mainly,” he told her. “Like I told you, I’m a writer and I’m using a ghost town in my book. I wanted to make it as authentic as possible. I’m also intrigued by the mystery.”
“Well, you’ll have to ask someone else to take you, because I won’t.”
“Who, then?”
“I doubt that anyone will. But you might try Grady Weston.”
Richard Weston’s brother, Travis remembered.
“I wish you well, Travis. If you ride back to the house, Ruth will give you the Westons’ phone number.” Having said that, she galloped off, leaving him to make his own way back to the barn.
“All right wister,” Travis said, doing his best to sound calm. “It’s you and me, boy. We’re friends, right?”
He pulled on the reins to reverse their direction. “See the barn, Twister?” He pointed toward it. “Let’s walk there…slowly.” Apparently the horse didn’t care for Travis’s tone of voice, because he took off at a gallop. It was all Travis could do to stay in the saddle.
When he reached the barn, he managed to dismount, then, legs shaky, succeeded in removing the saddle; the bridle he left for Nell. He coaxed Twister into the stall with his name on it, then tottered back to the house.
That afternoon when he phoned Grady Weston, he learned Nell wasn’t the only one with strong feelings about Bitter End. It took him several hours to reach the other man; once he did, Weston practically bit his head off. In no uncertain terms, he made it clear that he’d have no part in satisfying Travis’s curiosity. Travis supposed Grady’s aggression could be attributed to his negative feelings about his brother.
Nell sought him out in the bunkhouse an hour or so later. “Did you speak to Grady?” she asked, her mood more conciliatory, or so it seemed.
“Briefly.”
“And?”
“And he isn’t willing to show me where Bitter End is, either. Just like you predicted.”
She nodded. “You’ll be leaving, then?”
“No.”
It wasn’t the answer she’d expected; he could tell by the way her eyes widened. “No?”
“I’m going to locate Bitter End, Nell, with or without this town’s help.”
CHAPTER 5
NELL WAS FURIOUS WITH TRAVIS, but she didn’t know why. That morning, as she’d ridden across her property checking the fence line, she’d thought about him. And she’d thought about Bitter End.
Just when she was beginning to like Travis, really like him, she’d discovered that he had an ulterior motive. He’d made friends with her children, kissed and flattered her, pampered Ruth. All this because he wanted her to take him to Bitter End.
He’d been open enough about telling her he was a writer. Now everything was beginning to fall neatly into place. His job was what had brought him to Promise, probably with all expenses paid by his publisher. She should have suspected he had an ulterior motive for befriending her and her family. He was planning to write about Bitter End—although she didn’t really know why. He’d told her he was working on a book. What kind of book? she wondered, and what, exactly, did he hope to achieve?
What really infuriated Nell was his comment about Bitter End being a historical site. He seemed to be implying that Texans were a bunch of hicks who didn’t appreciate their own history. Well, that was the furthest thing from the truth! She knew as much about this state’s history as anyone around here. In fact, she thought grimly, maybe she respected history more than that…that Easterner. That wannabe cowboy. At least she recognized that the past still had power over the present—the way Bitter End had power over Promise.
Everything she’d ever heard about the town had been negative. Her family’s roots went back to the original settlement, which had been founded shortly after the Civil War; so did Jake’s. Something ugly had happened there, something horrible. Whatever it was, it’d been disturbing enough to cause everyone to vacate the town. No one knew why, and for years and years the town was rarely mentioned. When people did discuss Bitter End, they spoke in hushed whispers. Now some ignorant Yankee wanted to turn it into a historical site!
When Richard Weston was fleeing the authorities, he’d holed up in the town, and that made sense. He belonged there, if anyone did. Richard had figured out where the town was partly because of Savannah. Despite Grady’s objections, she’d explored the countryside to find Bitter End in her quest for lost roses.
Nell had asked Savannah about it, and she’d watched a shiver move down the other woman’s arms as she recounted her visits. Savannah had mentioned an impressive find in the cemetery—Nell had forgotten what the roses were called. Savannah had gone on to describe the eerie feeling that had come over her; she’d hurriedly taken the rosebush and left.
Later, convinced she’d allowed her imagination to run away with her, Savannah had returned, hoping to rescue other roses. She’d told Nell the most astonishing fact. Nothing grew inside the town. Not even a weed. The town was completely without life.
Yet all Travis saw was a money-making opportunity. He’d come to Promise to dig up information about a place best forgotten. Despite everything she’d said, everything Grady had told him, he’d insisted he was going to find Bitter End. Then he’d write about it and attract more people, strangers, to the town. Soon tourists would pour into Promise and their lives would no longer be their own. No one here knew why the settlers had abandoned Bitter End—and Nell thought it was better to leave things that way, to let whatever secrets were buried there lie forgotten. She wasn’t the only one to feel this way.
She wished now that Travis had chosen to move into town, to the bed-and-breakfast. Phil and Mary would know better how to handle his curiosity.
Nell closed her eyes and groaned at the memory of how pleased she’d been when he decided to stay on at the ranch. She felt lost and inadequate; worse, she felt foolish for having allowed this man to weave his way into her life.
She understood now that he had his own reasons for kissing her, for encouraging her kids, for staying at her ranch.
Reasons that had nothing to do with her.
SAVANNAH HAD JUST PLACED Laura in her crib when someone knocked on the back door.
“Anyone home?” Unexpectedly her brother stepped into the kitchen.
“Grady, come in.” Savannah didn’t bother to hide her surprise. It was unusual for him to drop by the house on his own. Her home was only a short distance from the ranch house, and while Grady visited often, it was almost always with Caroline and Maggie.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Wonderful.” The birth had been the most incredible experience of her life. Savannah had known there’d be pain and had prepared as best she could for labor. What she hadn’t known was how she’d feel afterward—that sensation of stunned joy and amazement, that surge of accomplishment and pride.
In her arms she’d held living proof of her love for Laredo. Together they had created this new life, this beautiful child.
“I was just about to have a cup of tea,” Savannah said, crossing to the stove. “Would you care to join me?”
Grady removed his hat and set it on the oak table. “Sure.”
He’d get around to explaining his visit in his own time. Savannah could see no need to rush him.
She filled two cups and carried them to the kitchen table, then sat across from him. He asked her a few questions about the baby, but she noticed that he wasn’t really paying attention to her responses. He was thinking, weighing his next words, wondering if he should approach her about the reason he’d really come. After living with Grady all those years, Savannah knew him well, better than he realized.
“Nell’s guest called me,” he said casually as he stirred a second spoonful of sugar into his tea.
Nell’s guest! That was the reason for this visit. The sugar had given him away. Grady seldom added sugar to anything, and two teaspoons was particularly telling.
“I don’t believe I’ve met him,” she said.
“His name’s Travis Grant. Seems nice enough—Caroline and I met him at the rodeo.”
“Oh?”
“Like I said, he phoned yesterday.”
“Really?” She remained calm, unaffected.
“He knows Richard.”
The words hit her without warning and Savannah stared at her brother. A sinking sensation came over her, and a deep sadness. Her younger brother had been sentenced to twenty-five years in prison without parole. It hurt to think of Richard locked behind bars. She’d written him twice, once shortly after he’d been taken back to New York to stand trial and then after he’d received his sentence. He hadn’t answered either letter.
“Actually it was Grant’s ex-wife who introduced him to Richard,” Grady added. “Apparently she was the court-appointed attorney who defended him.”
“Did this Travis Grant tell you what he wanted?” It went without saying that if Richard was involved, their brother was looking out for his own selfish interests.
Savannah often wondered what had turned Richard into a man who acted without conscience or compassion. Her heart ached every time she thought about him. Why? She would never understand why he’d used his family, why he’d betrayed good people, why he’d exploited the vulnerable.
Twice he’d stolen from her and Grady. The first time had been the day they’d buried their parents. While Grady and Savannah stood beside the grave, Richard was sneaking away with the forty thousand dollars in cash left them by their father. Six years later he’d returned with a hard-luck story, needing a place to stay.
Savannah blamed herself for what happened next, since she’d been the one who convinced Grady to let him stay. But Grady wouldn’t let her accept the blame. He insisted they were equally at fault because he’d known what kind of man Richard was and had closed his eyes to the obvious. Both of them felt an obligation to family, and they both wanted to believe their brother had changed.
Within a few months of arriving back in Promise, Richard had charged thousands of dollars at various stores in town, using the Weston accounts, the Weston name. When it was all uncovered, Richard had conveniently disappeared, leaving Grady to foot the bill. Only after he was gone did Grady and Savannah learn the whole truth. Richard had been on the run—from his unsavory creditors and “partners” and from the law. The New York City D.A.’s office had a list of charges long enough to put him behind bars until he was an old man.
What hurt Savannah most wasn’t the fact that Richard had destroyed her faith in him; it was learning that her brother was guilty of bilking immigrants. He’d helped get them into the country illegally, then forced them to live and work in deplorable conditions. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’d confiscated their money. He’d been one of several men accused and convicted of a crime so heinous she cringed every time she thought about it. That her own flesh and blood had hurt innocent people in this way had devastated her. Men, women and children had suffered because of her brother.
“Richard told Travis about Bitter End,” Grady continued.
Savannah exhaled a deep sigh. “So Travis is here to find it?”
“That’s what he says.”
“For what purpose?”
“I don’t know for sure. He’s a writer, so I imagine he’s doing research for an article about Bitter End.”
Savannah thoughtfully replaced her cup. “What did you tell him?”
Grady scowled, then met her eyes.
“Grady Weston, what did you do?”
He gave her a wry smile. “Now I know where Caroline gets that tone of voice. I should have recognized it was from my very own sister.”
