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Authors: Janet Dailey
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Contemporary, Sagas, Montana, Love Stories, Western Stories, Texas, Ranch life, Calder family (Fictitious characters), Ranch life - Texas
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on the new man.
With any luck, you'll recognize him."
Understanding at last dawned in Boone's expression. "That makes sense."
"At least you can see that. Of course I had to spell it out for you first."
Boone whirled around, a black rage glittering in his eyes. "Damn it, will you lay off me?"
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Max alnost wished Boone would sununon up the guts to hit him, but he knew that would never happen. "Save that show of toughness for a time when you'll need it. We've got our work cut out for us now. I've heard those Triple C riders are a close-knit hunch, supposedly loyal to the core.
But first we have to find out who it is they sent. Then we'll decide our next move."
The cold front had retreated to the north again, leaving behind a startling blue sky, swept clean of all clouds. The high, rolling Texas hills lay beneath it, basking in the warmth of the midmorning sun. But the air remained invigoratingly brisk.
A lone tan-and-white pickup traveled along the paved state read, its doors emblazoned with the name SLASH R RANCH. Boone Rutledge occupied the driver's seat, his hands gloved in the finest caIfskin leather. He dipped his head to peer ahead and locate the entrance to the Cee Bar Ranch. Spotting it, he slowed the truck to make the turn.
The board sign above the gate sported a shiny new chain on one end, but the wood itself still carried the scars of old bullet holes. The pickup rolled beneath it and headed up the winding tract, bouncing over its many ruts and potholes. If this was Slash R land, Boone knew he would have long ago called in a grader to blade the drive and smooth out its roughness.
Chickens squawked and flapped their wings in panic as they scurried out of his path when he pulled into the ranch yard. But they were the only sign of life he saw. There were no vehicles ground, no horses in the corral. Nothing.
Boone wasn't fool enough to think that it meant that there was no one about.
He pulled up to the old ranch house, stepped onto the truck's running board, and reached back inside to give the horn a couple of long blasts. He listened, his gaze scanning the pastures beyond the yard. A horse whinnied in the distance and a chicken clucked in annoyance, but there was no other response. Boone swung to the ground and gave the doer a push. Its closing sounded loud in the stillness.
In no hurry, Boone idly gave his gloves a tightening tug and surveyed the ranch yard and its few structures. All of them had a dingy, timeworn look that not even a fresh coat of paint could cure.
It definitely wasn't a place a man could point to with pride.
For the life of him, Boone couldn't guess why the Calders hung on to the ranch. Supposedly it had once been owned by a long-ago ancestor. Yet it had been years since any of the Calders had set foot on it.
Considering that a ranch this size could never show much of a profit, the Cee Bar couldn't be anything more than a headache to the Calders. Boone smiled, thinking how much worse that headache was going to get. Sooner or later they'd wash their hands of it and sell; it always worked that way.
After another look around, he headed for the house. He paused at the door and rapped loudly on it. As he expected, there was no stirring of movement inside.
With curiosity getting the better of him, Boone cast a quick glance behind him and tried the knob. It turned easily under his hand. He pushed it open and stepped inside.
Still cautious, he called out, "Hello? Anybody home?"
There was nothing but the echo of his own voice.
Satisfied that he was alone, Boone wandered through the old ranch house, snooping to see what he might find. The place was remarkably tidy and clean. All the beds were made, and dishes sat in the drying rack next to the sink counter. Boone found virtually nothing of interest lying about.
Even a search of an old desk in the living room failed to unearth anything of importance. The kitchen table yielded the only noteworthy items: two local newspapers folded
With any luck, you'll recognize him."
Understanding at last dawned in Boone's expression. "That makes sense."
"At least you can see that. Of course I had to spell it out for you first."
Boone whirled around, a black rage glittering in his eyes. "Damn it, will you lay off me?"
Page 24
Max alnost wished Boone would sununon up the guts to hit him, but he knew that would never happen. "Save that show of toughness for a time when you'll need it. We've got our work cut out for us now. I've heard those Triple C riders are a close-knit hunch, supposedly loyal to the core.
But first we have to find out who it is they sent. Then we'll decide our next move."
The cold front had retreated to the north again, leaving behind a startling blue sky, swept clean of all clouds. The high, rolling Texas hills lay beneath it, basking in the warmth of the midmorning sun. But the air remained invigoratingly brisk.
A lone tan-and-white pickup traveled along the paved state read, its doors emblazoned with the name SLASH R RANCH. Boone Rutledge occupied the driver's seat, his hands gloved in the finest caIfskin leather. He dipped his head to peer ahead and locate the entrance to the Cee Bar Ranch. Spotting it, he slowed the truck to make the turn.
The board sign above the gate sported a shiny new chain on one end, but the wood itself still carried the scars of old bullet holes. The pickup rolled beneath it and headed up the winding tract, bouncing over its many ruts and potholes. If this was Slash R land, Boone knew he would have long ago called in a grader to blade the drive and smooth out its roughness.
Chickens squawked and flapped their wings in panic as they scurried out of his path when he pulled into the ranch yard. But they were the only sign of life he saw. There were no vehicles ground, no horses in the corral. Nothing.
Boone wasn't fool enough to think that it meant that there was no one about.
He pulled up to the old ranch house, stepped onto the truck's running board, and reached back inside to give the horn a couple of long blasts. He listened, his gaze scanning the pastures beyond the yard. A horse whinnied in the distance and a chicken clucked in annoyance, but there was no other response. Boone swung to the ground and gave the doer a push. Its closing sounded loud in the stillness.
In no hurry, Boone idly gave his gloves a tightening tug and surveyed the ranch yard and its few structures. All of them had a dingy, timeworn look that not even a fresh coat of paint could cure.
It definitely wasn't a place a man could point to with pride.
For the life of him, Boone couldn't guess why the Calders hung on to the ranch. Supposedly it had once been owned by a long-ago ancestor. Yet it had been years since any of the Calders had set foot on it.
Considering that a ranch this size could never show much of a profit, the Cee Bar couldn't be anything more than a headache to the Calders. Boone smiled, thinking how much worse that headache was going to get. Sooner or later they'd wash their hands of it and sell; it always worked that way.
After another look around, he headed for the house. He paused at the door and rapped loudly on it. As he expected, there was no stirring of movement inside.
With curiosity getting the better of him, Boone cast a quick glance behind him and tried the knob. It turned easily under his hand. He pushed it open and stepped inside.
Still cautious, he called out, "Hello? Anybody home?"
There was nothing but the echo of his own voice.
Satisfied that he was alone, Boone wandered through the old ranch house, snooping to see what he might find. The place was remarkably tidy and clean. All the beds were made, and dishes sat in the drying rack next to the sink counter. Boone found virtually nothing of interest lying about.
Even a search of an old desk in the living room failed to unearth anything of importance. The kitchen table yielded the only noteworthy items: two local newspapers folded
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