Dakota Home

“You’re Margaret?” Maddy said aloud before she could stop herself.

Margaret removed one glove and boldly thrust out her hand. Maddy shook it briskly.

“I’m Maddy… Maddy Washburn,” she muttered, embarrassed that she hadn’t concealed her shock a little more effectively.

Margaret swept off her hat to reveal short cropped hair. Then she wiped her brow. “You the new grocer?”

Maddy nodded.

“Welcome to Buffalo County.”

“Thank you,” Maddy managed to say. “Actually, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

Margaret set her hat back on her head. “Me?”

The question flustered Maddy even more. “Well, you know, we’re both women, and close in age and… well,” she faltered, afraid to say anything else.

Margaret let loose with a bull laugh and slapped Maddy hard on the back. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, too. You seem a bit… surprised.”

“You aren’t exactly what I expected.”

Thankfully she didn’t take offense at Maddy’s honesty and instead responded with another deep laugh. “Guess I’m not what most people expect. Come on inside and we can talk.” She led the way toward the house, stopping just outside the door to take off her hat again. Then she proceeded to slap the Stetson against her legs, scattering clouds of dust all around her. Finally she put the hat back on.

“Sadie gets upset if I traipse dirt into the house,” Margaret announced. “Are you clean?”

“I—I think so,” Maddy said, doing a poor job of hiding a smile.

“Good. I wouldn’t want her cussin’ you out the first time you meet.” Margaret barged into the kitchen where a plump elderly woman stood by the stove. Maddy followed.

“This is Maddy Washburn,” Margaret said. “The grocery lady.”

The other woman smiled shyly.

“You must be Sadie,” Maddy said, and stepped forward to offer the housekeeper her hand. “I got your fax and I have your groceries in the back of my truck.”

“I’ll carry those in for you,” Margaret said. “You don’t look strong enough to haul much of anything.” She started out the back door.

“I’ll help.” She hurried after Margaret, astonished at how fast the other woman moved. When she reached her car, Margaret already had the back open and had lifted the larger of the two boxes into her arms.

“Anything else?” Margaret asked.

“No…” Maddy said, walking behind her, positive that Margaret would drop something. She was carrying forty pounds without apparent effort. Sadie held the door open for Margaret, who quickly deposited the box on the kitchen table.

“You want a beer?” Margaret asked, clomping over to the refrigerator.

It was a little too early in the day for Maddy. “Do you have coffee?”

“We’ve always got coffee,” Margaret told her as she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a can of beer.

Sadie poured Maddy a mug of coffee and handed it to her, gesturing toward the sugar bowl, which was in the middle of the table. Maddy helped herself.

Margaret sat down and Maddy joined her. Margaret leaned back in the chair and stretched out her legs, crossing them at the ankles. A half smile turned up her mouth. “Sadie doesn’t like me drinking beer in the middle of the day, but I don’t pay any attention.”

Maddy looked up and noticed the older woman frowning darkly at Margaret.

“So,” Margaret said, after taking a long deep swallow, “what do you think of North Dakota so far?”

“I like it,” Maddy returned without hesitation. “Have you lived here all your life?”

“Yup. Right here on Juniper Creek. Daddy and me raise Angus beef—some of the best in the country.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know much about raising cattle.”

“You stick around for a while and you’ll learn more than you ever cared to know.” She guzzled the rest of her beer and set the empty can on the table, ignoring the housekeeper’s disapproving glare.

“Dad’s been ranching nearly fifty years. He’s the oldest of seven boys, and at one time or another, each of my uncles worked here. Dad needed the help, especially after Mom died.”

“When was that?”

“I wasn’t a year old. Dad didn’t know what to do with a girl—hadn’t been around them much. But between my dad and my uncles, I turned out all right.” She straightened. “So—now you’ve met me.”

“Yes.” Maddy nodded. “I was hoping we’d have a chance to get to know each other.”

Margaret tipped her hat farther back on her head, using her index finger. “I’ve never had a girlfriend before, but I could use one.”

“What about school? Surely you had girlfriends while you were in school?”

“Didn’t attend beyond the sixth grade,” Margaret said matter-of-factly. “No need. Home-schooled. Dad taught me. Dad and my uncles. Besides, I had to stay here, help with the ranch.”

“Oh.”

“It’s become kind of a problem now, though.”

“How’s that?”

For the first time Margaret looked uncomfortable. She picked up the empty beer can and studied the writing on the side as if she’d never seen the brand name before. “There’s this guy I like.” She gave a quick shrug. “He doesn’t know I’m alive. I’ve been thinking the reason he doesn’t like me the way I like him is because he doesn’t see me as a woman.”

Recalling her own first impression, Maddy could well believe it.

“If you’re willing to be my friend, then I’m willing to be yours. Friends help each other—maybe you could help me look pretty. Like you. But don’t think it’d be all one-sided,” Margaret said. “I could teach you whatever you wanted to know about cattle. Horses, too. We’re castrating bulls tomorrow if you want to learn about that.”

“Ah…” Maddy didn’t want to be rude, but she wasn’t interested in seeing anything, bull or otherwise, castrated. “I’m afraid I can’t.”

Margaret stared at her hard for a moment, then spoke abruptly. “I have a confession to make. The guy I like? His name’s Matt, and I more than like him, I’m crazy about him. If you could show me how to get his attention, I’d be eternally grateful.”

Margaret’s girlish words and earnest tone touched Maddy’s heart. “I’d be honored to be your friend.”

“Great!” Margaret smiled broadly. “That calls for another beer.”