A Rancher's Vow

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As far as she knew, Alcina thought, the wind wasn’t blowing anywhere. And she wasn’t even sure she wanted it to. She wasn’t about to argue the point when all she felt was relief. But Reed didn’t have to be aware of that.

“I’ll let you know, Hugh,” Alcina said in a purposely sweet tone meant to aggravate Reed.

Though she thought the bartender was going to say more, he merely gave the other man an even darker look and backed off.

Before Reed could say anything, Alcina challenged him. “What was that all about?”

“I didn’t mean to get in the middle of anything,” he muttered, suddenly appearing uncertain. “I thought I would take you home.”

“Well, you thought wrong. I have my own vehicle.”

“Which you shouldn’t drive…just in case.”

“In case what?” she asked. “In case we have a blue moon? That’s not until next week.”

He frowned at her. “Are you always so prickly when someone is trying to be nice to you?”

“Sorry, I didn’t get the nice part. Thank you, then, but I can see myself home.”

He gave her a look that told Alcina he probably wanted to strangle her. Then he tipped his hat and backed off, leaving her staring after him.

“Things not going so good with Reed?”

The whisper in her ear startled Alcina. At least that’s the excuse she gave herself for her pulse threading so unevenly as she gave Josie a weak smile.

“As best as can be expected, I suppose.”

“Don’t give up yet,” Josie insisted.

“There’s nothing to give up on.”

“Okay-y-y. Then let me put it another way. Don’t use Hugh Ruskin as a way to get over Reed.”

“There’s nothing to get over!” Alcina insisted, annoyance growing. And though instinct had told her to keep her distance from the bartender, she asked, “You haven’t made peace with Ruskin, I expect.”

“That creep?” Josie shivered visibly and wrapped her arms around her middle. “I’ll never make peace with a womanizer and bully, and he’ll never change.”

Glad she had listened to her own intuition, Alcina said, “I thought it was weird when I saw him here in the first place.”

“Chance hired him. He didn’t know anything about what happened between Ruskin and me and Bart because he wasn’t around at the time. Bart didn’t find out about Ruskin being on the spread until this morning, and he didn’t want to spoil the day by objecting. Besides, he figured Ruskin wouldn’t get out of line with him around.” Josie eyed Alcina closely. “He didn’t get out of line, did he?”

“No. He started by saying that he admired me for saving the horse—”

“About that—”

“Don’t, Josie,” Alcina said with a groan. “I’ve heard enough about my foolishness from Reed.”

“I was merely going to thank you. Skitter’s one of the new mounts I brought over from my own stock. Actually, all three in the corral were. Anyhow, Skitter is young and silly and would probably have hurt himself. I’m just sorry you got hurt.”

That it was Josie’s horse—one of many the Curly-Q wrangler and her late mother had bred and trained on their own small ranch—was gratifying. Josie had been through too much already in the past months.

“I’ll live,” Alcina said. “A stiff shoulder and bruised bottom never killed anyone.”

Josie grinned. “I can testify to that, considering the number of spills I’ve taken working with horses.”

Every muscle protesting when she moved, Alcina sighed and said, “I wasn’t going to leave this early, but I need my Jacuzzi. I hate to intrude on the newlyweds, though.”

“I sure hope Pru and Chance are having a better time than we’ve been having around here,” Josie said, “though I doubt that whatever they’re doing is as exciting.”

“Don’t be too sure. I gave them permission to swing from the chandeliers if they wanted.” Almost able to picture it, Alcina laughed. “Are you ready to go put a crimp in their honeymoon aerobics?”

Josie grinned. “Nah, you go without me. And don’t wait up.”

Alcina gave her friend a quick hug, then headed for her car. No doubt Josie wanted to spend more time with Bart, even if it wasn’t a particularly pleasant time.

That’s what a relationship was all about. Sharing good times and bad. Not that it always worked that way, as she well remembered.

Alcina wondered if she would ever have that kind of special relationship, one where you knew what the other person would think before he thought it. Where you didn’t necessarily have to say anything, where being together was enough.

Pulling away from the buildings, she pinned Reed in her headlights, but quickly swerved her car in a different direction to avoid him.

Reed wasn’t the one.

She’d settled that in her mind more than a decade ago.

NEARLY AN HOUR after his third altercation of the day with Alcina, Reed stood staring at the burned shell of a barn, whose corrugated metal roof tilted to the ground on one side. If only it could talk.

Reed was still wondering about the unidentified man whom Alcina had seen in the building not even an hour before the fire. He’d already talked to Moon-Eye, who’d said he’d been looking for dance partners at the time, not more work. Reed planned to talk to Bart and Pa about it.

The last guests, dirty and scorched, were pulling their vehicles out of the yard as Reed crossed to the house, where he suspected he’d find Pa. The day had been stressful enough on the old man’s heart. At least a wedding was good stress. Reed hoped the barn burning hadn’t overburdened him.

Reed detoured to check on Temporary, who once more had resorted to the floor of the pickup—scared, no doubt, by all the commotion. And once again he marveled at how the dog had taken to Alcina.

He tried not to obsess over her not letting him drive her home.

She was independent, he’d give her that. Most women would be grateful for a helping hand, but not Alcina. She had even been hard-pressed to thank him for saving her pretty hide. Nope, she certainly wasn’t like other women, as she was so fond of telling him.

Entering the house, Reed went straight for the noise in the kitchen.

“Where’s Bart and Pa?” he asked Felice.

The housekeeper was alone, fussing with platters and serving utensils rather than leaving cleanup for the morning and getting some rest. Her way of coping, he guessed.

“Mr. Bart drove Miss Josie home,” she said. “Your father is in his quarters.”

“He okay?”

She avoided his gaze. “Tonight has been hard on everyone. Perhaps you should check on Mr. Emmett for yourself.”

Reed’s gut tightened and the back of his throat went thick. He nodded to Felice and headed for Pa’s quarters—adjoining office and bedroom.

Life with his father had been hell, but losing him was unthinkable. Reed kept hoping for some compromise. Like maybe Pa would rally and surprise everyone and live to be a kindly old codger who got a kick out of watching his sons take over the reins for him.