No Ordinary Cowboy

“Howdy, nei-ei-ei-ei-gh-gh-gh-gh-bor.”

Amy rolled her eyes. He had to be kidding. Did he really think that was funny?

The kids laughed. Apparently it didn’t take much to entertain a child.

“You people plumb wear me out,” Hank said.

Watching the children’s faces, Amy noticed they fell for his shtick hook, line and sinker. They loved it. They loved Hank.

He collapsed onto the grass in front of the house, with kids falling all over him. The solemn girl let go of Amy’s hand and joined the others.

Amy stared at her empty hand, suddenly cool after losing the child’s warmth. Then she looked at Hank, covered by miniature candles of hope lighting the darkness of a harsh world, and she knew why he did this. He needed those children as much as they needed him.

It didn’t seem to take much to make him happy—horses, cows, dust and kids.

Watching him, Amy felt a pang of envy. What would it take to make her happy? Peace on earth? Certainly. No such thing as death? Yes many times over. To be happy and excited about her work again? Yes. Her husband back in her arms? Maybe not.

That answer surprised her. A month ago, she would have answered with a resounding “yes.”

Bemused, she headed for the house.

AFTER LEAVING the children in the kitchen with Hannah, Hank walked toward the three-car garage across from the largest stable. Thinking about his son always left him melancholy, in spite of the fun he’d just had with the children. Lord, he missed Jamie.

Willie lived in an apartment on the second floor, with blue window boxes that the man himself had filled with red geraniums and white alyssum.

Hank needed to talk to Willie, to make sense of his conflicting feelings about that woman.

He climbed the stairs, knocked, then walked into a home as spotless as a Betty Crocker test kitchen. Willie’s fastidiousness always took Hank by surprise.

“Willie,” he called. “You here?”

Willie stepped out of his bedroom buttoning up a clean denim shirt, covering the fuzz of gray hair on his chest.

“How’d the trip to the ranch go?” he asked, tucking the shirt into his pants.

“Good,” Hank said. “You got any coffee on?”

Willie poured him a cup and handed it to him black.

Hank took a sip. “She…ah…she’s a good person.”

Willie’s face registered surprise. “So you feel better about her now?”

“More sympathetic, I guess.” Hank wandered to a window that faced the yard. “She’s got a lot going on inside.”

Maybe her vulnerability around the kids would work in his favor. Given her own shortcomings, she might be compassionate and forgiving once she saw the office. Was he willing to take that chance?

Aw hell, he needed her to see that there was no problem with the ranch. If he scooted her in there in the next day or two, maybe she could be finished by the end of the week, relieving him of this lump of dread in his stomach.

So what if she gave him a hard time about the state of his files? Embarrassment was a small price to pay for peace of mind.

Hank turned from the window and rubbed the back of his neck. “Listen, I’m going to let her see the books.”

“Why?” Willie sipped his own coffee from a mug that read Bronc Riders Like To Buck.

“I need Amy to see that everything’s okay with the finances, so she can go home and get Leila off my back.”

Hank sat in a big armchair and balanced his cup on the arm.

“What if it turns out there really is something wrong with the ranch’s finances? Something real bad?” The possibility made Hank shudder. “She’d have to find it ’cause I sure as heck couldn’t.”

“Makes sense, I guess,” Willie said.

“Yeah. I’ll get her to fix it then she can head home.” He wanted her off the ranch before he cared for her even more than he did now.

“When?” Willie asked.

“When’s she going home?”

“No. When are you unlocking the office for her?”

Hank stood, crossed to the kitchen and set his cup on the counter. “Tomorrow or the day after.”

He turned to Willie, seeking approval of his plan. “Amy’s gotta get emotionally invested in this place. I think I know how to do that.”

“How?” Willie asked.

“I’m going to show her around the ranch before I open up the office to her. Let her see how much it means to the children.” He drummed his fingers against his thigh. “I saw something in her today. She really likes kids. She cares about what happens to them.”

“That’s good.” Willie nodded. “If she does find a problem, she’ll be more likely to try to save the ranch than to sell it.”

Hank filled with hope. “Exactly my thinking.”

He rubbed his twitchy belly. He was banking a lot on being able to get the city woman to care about his ranch.

CHAPTER FIVE

THE FOLLOWING morning, Amy entered the dining room late for breakfast, head pounding from too little sleep, confused and groggy from yesterday’s roller-coaster ride of emotions. Maybe she’d bitten off more than she could chew by coming here.

She rubbed her temples. She needed to get into the office to see what kind of challenges she faced there.

The dining room was empty. The children and Hank must already be outside working on the chores someone mentioned they did every day.

She stepped through a swinging door that led into the kitchen.

Light poured through numerous windows. Every spotless white cupboard, drawer, countertop and appliance contrasted against blue walls. The focal point was a huge, glossy oak plank table in the center of the room, where a small woman stood rolling out pastry.

Amy recognized Hannah, the housekeeper, by Leila’s description. So this little bird-boned woman was a nurse. More power to her.