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that’s for sure. She thinks she’s got us all fooled.”
“So what happened to your hand?” She asked, looking at the gauze wrapped around my palm.
I shrugged, “Cut it. No big deal.”
I wasn’t going to tell a soul what had happened last night. I got a kiss from Kate, but it took ripped pants, a cut on the hand, and a very bruised ego to get it.
It was the most satisfying work I’d ever done for a kiss.
And without a doubt the most embarrassing.
“Hey, how do you feel about a camping trip?” Chase asked, changing the subject, thank God.
“Yeah, that’d be nice,” I said, wondering if I could take Kate with us. She could probably use some time out with people. She was shut in the house most of the week, and only emerged to see me or Ellie.
“We could invite Kate,” Briar said what I was thinking. “And maybe she’ll slip up and say why she’s really here.”
Chase grinned, “That’s a great idea.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” I said, already planning how things would go. “How does Rocky Point sound?”
“I’m more a fan of Amber Valley,” Briar grimaced. She didn’t have to say anything else. Rocky Point was, well, rocky. It would be hard to get the horses up to the campsite. We’d need to hike part of the way.
“Okay, Amber Valley it is,” I nodded, and Chase gave a nod too. It was mostly flat, wooded, and would be ideal for a campout with the girls.
Once the cattle were settled in the pasture, we rode back toward the house. Briar was chatty the whole way, wondering what she should pack for her second camping trip. I offered a few suggestions, but she didn’t seem to think a shot gun and thermal underwear were key items. Chase would have it covered though.
We left the horses in the yard, knowing we’d be back out in a short time, and went into the house to find my mother with a pile of sandwiches. My grandfather, who everyone called Pap, was sitting at the dining room table, as sour as ever. No doubt wishing he could get on a horse and be a part of the day’s work.
“Where’s your daddy?”
I sat at the table, grabbing a big sandwich with a thank you to my mother. “Not sure.”
Pap slouched in his chair, “Does everything wrong. Can’t do nothing the way I like. Should have left the ranch to his brother.”
My eyebrows went up, and the room got quiet. Chase glanced at me, confused. I looked back at my mother, only to find her staring dumbly at my grandfather.
“Pap,” my mom wiped her hands on her apron and slowly came toward the table, “You do remember that William refused?”
“Oh, I remember.” His brow furrowed, “What sane man leaves all of this, for singing on Broadway?”
“Kate Kelly left to be a country singer…” Briar added.
“She’s a she,” Pap nodded, grabbing a sandwich.
“Are you saying men can’t sing?” I asked, wondering when he’d leave my uncle alone for his choice of lifestyle. Probably never. This was one old goat that didn’t have any interest in keeping up with the times.
“I’m saying he should be doing a man’s job.” Pap thumped his cane and stood, limping for the backdoor. He’d find someone else to bother now.
“Okay, well next time you turn on those soap operas you pretend to hate, just think about how you should be watching a man’s show,” my mother snorted when the screen door slammed behind him. “If Will ever brings that new husband of his to the ranch, Pap will up and die of shock, and I won’t shed a tear.”
Briar laughed, “He watches soaps?”
“Yep, records them too.” I bit into my sandwich. “He acts like the TV is on the fritz, recording things it shouldn’t.”
“Now that’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Briar said. “I bet if he went to see one of Will’s shows, he’d love it, and never admit it. You know, next time Grandma comes to town, I should introduce them.”
Chase coughed. “I’m not sure that would be a good idea.”
“No, it’s a great idea.”
“So what happened to your hand?” She asked, looking at the gauze wrapped around my palm.
I shrugged, “Cut it. No big deal.”
I wasn’t going to tell a soul what had happened last night. I got a kiss from Kate, but it took ripped pants, a cut on the hand, and a very bruised ego to get it.
It was the most satisfying work I’d ever done for a kiss.
And without a doubt the most embarrassing.
“Hey, how do you feel about a camping trip?” Chase asked, changing the subject, thank God.
“Yeah, that’d be nice,” I said, wondering if I could take Kate with us. She could probably use some time out with people. She was shut in the house most of the week, and only emerged to see me or Ellie.
“We could invite Kate,” Briar said what I was thinking. “And maybe she’ll slip up and say why she’s really here.”
Chase grinned, “That’s a great idea.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” I said, already planning how things would go. “How does Rocky Point sound?”
“I’m more a fan of Amber Valley,” Briar grimaced. She didn’t have to say anything else. Rocky Point was, well, rocky. It would be hard to get the horses up to the campsite. We’d need to hike part of the way.
“Okay, Amber Valley it is,” I nodded, and Chase gave a nod too. It was mostly flat, wooded, and would be ideal for a campout with the girls.
Once the cattle were settled in the pasture, we rode back toward the house. Briar was chatty the whole way, wondering what she should pack for her second camping trip. I offered a few suggestions, but she didn’t seem to think a shot gun and thermal underwear were key items. Chase would have it covered though.
We left the horses in the yard, knowing we’d be back out in a short time, and went into the house to find my mother with a pile of sandwiches. My grandfather, who everyone called Pap, was sitting at the dining room table, as sour as ever. No doubt wishing he could get on a horse and be a part of the day’s work.
“Where’s your daddy?”
I sat at the table, grabbing a big sandwich with a thank you to my mother. “Not sure.”
Pap slouched in his chair, “Does everything wrong. Can’t do nothing the way I like. Should have left the ranch to his brother.”
My eyebrows went up, and the room got quiet. Chase glanced at me, confused. I looked back at my mother, only to find her staring dumbly at my grandfather.
“Pap,” my mom wiped her hands on her apron and slowly came toward the table, “You do remember that William refused?”
“Oh, I remember.” His brow furrowed, “What sane man leaves all of this, for singing on Broadway?”
“Kate Kelly left to be a country singer…” Briar added.
“She’s a she,” Pap nodded, grabbing a sandwich.
“Are you saying men can’t sing?” I asked, wondering when he’d leave my uncle alone for his choice of lifestyle. Probably never. This was one old goat that didn’t have any interest in keeping up with the times.
“I’m saying he should be doing a man’s job.” Pap thumped his cane and stood, limping for the backdoor. He’d find someone else to bother now.
“Okay, well next time you turn on those soap operas you pretend to hate, just think about how you should be watching a man’s show,” my mother snorted when the screen door slammed behind him. “If Will ever brings that new husband of his to the ranch, Pap will up and die of shock, and I won’t shed a tear.”
Briar laughed, “He watches soaps?”
“Yep, records them too.” I bit into my sandwich. “He acts like the TV is on the fritz, recording things it shouldn’t.”
“Now that’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Briar said. “I bet if he went to see one of Will’s shows, he’d love it, and never admit it. You know, next time Grandma comes to town, I should introduce them.”
Chase coughed. “I’m not sure that would be a good idea.”
“No, it’s a great idea.”
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