Rodeo Rancher

Well, if he had, so what?

The naked truth was that he didn’t like strangers in his home.

He needed his solitude and his isolation. He didn’t want this violation of the safe distance he’d established between himself and everyone else.

He wasn’t mean-spirited or stingy. He was just hurting and his pain was nobody else’s business.

He couldn’t say that, though, could he?

Even as rusty as he was with etiquette, he knew he couldn’t just come right out and say, “I wish your car had never broken down near my home.”

He would do whatever he had to do to make them comfortable for the night, and then he would wish them well and go back to his quiet, unadorned life.

The lights he’d turned on earlier to dispel the gloom flickered.

The woman—Samantha—glanced around nervously. He’d rather just think of her as the woman. Giving her a name was too dangerous in the forced intimacy of the storm.

He would think of her as Samantha because he had to, but never the more familiar Sammy she’d offered.

“Does the power go out when it storms like this?” she asked.

“Usually. I’ve got systems in place. I have a generator that’ll kick in if we lose power, but I’ll use it conservatively.”

She tilted her head. “Why?”

“It runs on diesel, and we’ve been put on rations because of the last two storms. Gas stations were overwhelmed yesterday with everyone getting ready for this one to hit today.”

“There isn’t enough diesel around?”

“The county’s been cleaned out this winter. It’s been a bad one. Hence, the rationing.”

Samantha looked nervous. “What happens when it runs out completely? What if your generator stops working?”

“We go back to the way things used to be done. I have firewood. If the furnace cuts out, the house will stay warm for a while. Once it cools down, we can all bunk in the living room on air mattresses with quilts. We can cook with camping equipment. We’re good.”

He didn’t usually talk so much—he’d just made a speech, for God’s sake—but she seemed to need reassurance.

She relaxed fractionally. “Would you mind if I use your phone? Mine stopped working a while ago. Travis thinks we’re arriving tomorrow. I was pushing hard to get here today to surprise him. I need to let him know we’re close but safe.”

“Sure.” He pointed into the living room. “At the far end of the couch.”

He left the room while she made her call.

* * *

SAMANTHA DIALED TRAVIS’S NUMBER. When he answered, an out-of-proportion rush of relief left her dizzy. She hadn’t realized how much she needed to see her brother.

“Sammy!” he said, and his voice was so familiar and so dear her eyes filled with tears. After all, they had only each other. Their parents were gone and they didn’t have anyone else, not even the usual aunts, uncles and cousins.

“Where are you?” Travis asked. He sounded concerned.

“I made a mistake and missed the turnoff for Rodeo.”

“When?”

“About an hour ago.”

“What? You’re out in this weather?”

Cripes. Was she the only one who didn’t know snowstorms got this bad? She and Travis had been raised in southern Arizona, and she’d lived in Nevada for years and then California for the past year. She’d seen snow a handful of times in her life, but never a storm.

“I’m not out in it now,” she replied. “The car broke down.”

“But you just bought it before you left.”

“I know.”

“You didn’t buy used, did you?”

“No! It’s brand-spanking-new. I don’t know what happened. It just stopped running and the boys and I were stuck.”

“Stuck? Are you still in the car?” His voice had risen.

“No. We walked to a rancher’s house.”

“Whose house? What rancher?” Her older brother was fiercely protective of her and her sons.

“Michael Moreno.”

“Hold on.” She heard Travis talking to someone else. A second later he came back on the phone. “Okay. Apparently Michael’s a good guy.”

“That’s my impression.” A good guy, even if he was grumpy.

Travis sounded calmer, as though whoever he’d just spoken to had done a good job of reassuring him. “You can trust him.”

She sort of, kind of already did, even though he was obviously not at all happy to have them. Her instincts about people were pretty good.

“We’re going to stay here tonight,” she said.

“At least for tonight. This storm system is massive.”

“I had no idea. I usually check the forecast on my phone, but it’s been acting up.” Unease raced through her. Now that she’d heard Travis’s voice, all she wanted was to be with him. “Honestly, Travis, I didn’t know what I was heading into.”

She cupped the phone and her mouth with her hand so Michael wouldn’t hear her. “I was so scared, Travis. I will never drive in a snowstorm again.”

“This is a bad one. You and the boys stay put until this whole thing passes and I can come get you, okay?”

“Okay.” She exhaled. She would be able to relax soon. All of the trouble of the past two years would be over once they made it to Travis’s house. “Who’s there with you? Your new girlfriend?”