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  “Since the oil boom days, which makes it almost a hundred years,” Kate answered. “It started out as Texas Oil, and then it was—”

  “I don’t need a history lesson,” Teresa snapped.

  “I’ve hauled hay here, and a few days ago I spent the day driving a tractor. It made me wonder if I chose the profession I’m in or if you chose it for me.”

  “I told you that a trip to that backwoods place was a mistake,” Teresa fumed.

  “And there it is.” Kate chuckled. She could imagine her mother pacing the floor in her office, her eyes narrowed and her forehead wrinkled as she tried to figure out a way to manipulate Kate into coming home early. “It’s probably the single smartest thing I’ve ever done. A bit unorthodox, having friends that were married to the same man at the same time I was, but all the same, I’ve made friends in the short time I’ve been here. Real, honest-to-God friends who don’t give a shit if I have money or if I’m poor as a church mouse.”

  “Those other women, either one of whom could have killed Conrad, are not your friends,” Teresa said.

  “There are more people in this town than Amanda and Jamie.”

  “I’m hanging up now, and Katherine Elizabeth Steele, you had better get your head on straight,” Teresa said.

  The phone went silent, and Kate tossed it to one side. “Way I figure it is that my head might be on straighter than it’s ever been, even if I do forget where I’m going.” She finished off her coffee and headed down the hallway with plans to get dressed and go to the ranch to help get things ready for Gracie’s big day.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Kate found herself pretending that she really lived there on the ranch and that this whole day had been her idea. She waved when Hattie and Victor arrived, and Waylon hurried out to help them carry things into the house. Before she could go pitch in to help, Paul drove up with Lisa and they jumped out, bouncing around like rabbits. Right behind them were Gracie and Jamie, and it didn’t take her long to get out of the van and grab Lisa’s hand.

  The feeling inside Kate’s heart was a good one, even if it wasn’t real.

  “I love it here,” Lisa yelled. “Daddy, we need a place just like this, and there’s the stagecoach in the backyard. Can me and Gracie go see it?”

  “Of course you can, but stay right close to it. Don’t wander off out of the yard.”

  Lisa and Gracie joined hands like always and ran around the side of the house.

  This was what it could have been like if she’d married someone like Waylon. What was it that poem said about two paths? The author had chosen the one least traveled. She wished she’d done the same—forsaken the road that her grandmother and mother had paved and taken the dirt one with all the rocks and potholes.

  Jamie was so aware that Paul was walking toward her that she didn’t know what to do. Should she stop right there or meet him? In only half a dozen long strides, he was in front of her, that brilliant smile lighting up the whole countryside around them.

  “Was Gracie dancing with excitement all morning?” Paul asked.

  “Oh, yes. She watched the clock hands, and every five seconds she wanted to know how much longer it was until we could leave.” Jamie started toward Victor’s car to help carry a third huge container into the house.

  “I’ll get that,” Paul said.

  “Take that one around the house and to the stagecoach. We’re strapping it down on top,” Victor yelled as he came out of the house. “What we carried inside is a snack that Hattie is putting out on the screened porch. It’ll take a while to get back to the creek, and the kids will be too excited to eat the first hour.”

  Jamie waited until Paul had gotten out of sight and headed straight for the porch, where Kate sat with a big, cheesy grin on her face. “Okay, spill it. Was this really Waylon’s idea?”

  “Classified, but I can tell you that it wasn’t Paul’s, so you don’t have to worry about him stalking you or planning to con you out of something,” Kate answered. “You do look cute today. I haven’t seen that sundress and those sandals. Did you get all dressed up for someone special?”

  “That classified thing can work both ways. We like being around each other, and we have some of the same interests. It would be real easy to be friends. But Kate, we both know this other thing should be settled before either of us even takes baby steps into a relationship, whether friendship or serious.”

  “Hey.” Kate put up her palms. “You are preaching to the choir.”

  “Just sayin’,” Jamie said.

  Too bad saying didn’t always convince the person who was doing the talking.

  Hattie poked her head out the door. “Y’all come on in here and call in the young’uns. I’ve got a little sack with a juice box and a cookie for them to eat in the stagecoach. That much won’t ruin their dinner.”

  Kate’s heart hurt for Hattie. Her grandchildren and Victor’s lived so far away that they couldn’t have a day like this with them. Did Teresa ever look back and wish that Kate’s baby had survived so that they could pass the company on down to her?

  I am the end of the line, Kate thought. There is no one past me. I’d never thought of that.

  So what’s the difference if you sell it now or if it’s sold and the proceeds go to the charity of your choice when you are dead? her father’s voice inside her head asked.

  “I’m glad that I planned this,” Waylon whispered behind her, close enough that she got a whiff of his shaving lotion and the warmth of his breath tickled the soft skin on her neck.

  “Jamie is onto Victor and Hattie,” she said.

  “Did I hear my name?” Jamie asked.

  Paul’s grin deepened the few crow’s-feet around his eyes. “You did hear me mention your name. I was telling Victor that I’m glad you decided to stay in Bootleg.”

  “Saved by the bell,” Waylon whispered.

  “Thank goodness,” Kate said.

  “They sure look like they’re having a good time out there.” Waylon tapped Kate on the shoulder and pointed toward the stage. “I’d thought about a make-believe stagecoach robbery, though I was afraid it would scare the girls. Instead I’ve got unloaded BB guns for them to do their own pretending.”

  “Thank you for not loading them. They might . . .” Paul reached for a second sandwich.

  “Shoot their eyes out?” Waylon laughed.

  “You got it, partner.” Paul nodded.

  Victor brought empty plates into the house to throw in the trash. “Are we about ready to get this show on the road?”

  Paul nodded. “Do you think you can handle those wild cowgirls in the coach?”

  “If I can’t, I bet Hattie can,” Victor answered. “She can blow the rattles off the tail of a diamondback at thirty paces with nothing but her little pistol.”

  “Oh, hush!” Hattie beamed.

  “You can shoot?” Kate asked.

  “You can’t?” Jamie asked Kate.

  “No, but I’d love to learn.”

  “Then I’ll teach you if you stick around Bootleg,” Hattie said. “But for now, I think we’d better join those girls out there in the stagecoach. I bet they’re ready for them guns. Y’all did bring extra clothing for them, right? They’ll most likely get wet in the creek.”

  “Yes, ma’am, I did.” Jamie nodded. “Let me help carry one of those food bins out to the coach so this big adventure can get underway.”

  “We brought a lot. Kids go through a lot of food around the water,” Victor said.

  Waylon gathered up a couple of BB guns that had seen lots of wear from the far corner of the porch and carried them out to the stage. Kate, Paul, and Jamie followed right behind him.

  Lisa’s big blue eyes popped out. “We get guns?”

  “Got to protect the land from varmints and outlaws,” Waylon said.

  “You think you can shoot straight, Gracie?” Jamie asked.

  Gracie narrowed her eyes until they were barely slits in her little round face. “Yes, Mama, and if on
e of them bad guys chases us, I’ll shoot him.”

  Victor and Hattie came out with the packed bin between them. Two pink cowgirl hats rested on the top. Gracie’s eyes twinkled when Victor handed one to her.

  “Hats and guns. We really are cowgirls.” Lisa settled hers on her blonde hair.

  Gracie set her hat back on her head. “We are the baddest cowgirls in the whole state of Texas.”

  “Yes, you are.” Hattie climbed up into the stage with them. “And me and Jamie and Kate and Victor expect you to protect us.”

  “I won’t let nothing hurt you,” Gracie declared. “Look, Mama. I’m a real cowgirl. Someday I’m going to live on a ranch like this and wear this gun every day and be just like Waylon.”

  “Well, now.” Jamie nodded. “That is a mighty fine goal.”

  Kate giggled as she climbed into the stagecoach. Someday she’d like to do the same thing, only maybe without wearing a gun every day.

  Whoa, hoss! she thought and then laughed under her breath. Not one time in her life had those two words ever gone through her mind.

  Waylon and Paul climbed up on the top while Hattie, Jamie, and Victor settled themselves inside with the children, who were already poking their guns out the windows.

  “Y’all ready in there?” Waylon yelled.

  The girls gave a shout.

  Jamie and Kate sat on one side of the coach. Victor and Hattie took the other seat. Gracie kept watch on one side while Lisa had her BB gun poked out the other way.

  “It’s rougher than riding down Main Street,” Hattie said.

  “It’s fun.” Gracie raised her voice above the sound of the wheels and the horses. “I love it.”

  Kate agreed with Gracie. It was fun, even though it was hot and the ride was rough.

  “How far are we traveling?” Jamie asked.

  “To the back side of the property by the creek. It’s about a mile, and Waylon is going to drive slow, so maybe thirty to forty-five minutes,” Victor answered.

  “I see a bandit,” Lisa hollered and pointed out the window.

  “Where? I’ll shoot the dirty dogs and feed them to the coyotes,” Gracie growled as she pulled the trigger on her gun and made popping noises with her tongue each time.

  “Good Lord, Gracie, where did you hear that?” Jamie asked.

  “From John Wayne movies. The babysitter let me watch them while she made out with her boyfriend on the porch.” Gracie spoke above the noise of the horses and the rattle of the wheels. “Lisa, there’s some more on your side. Shoot ’em before they get Kate. They’ll kill her for sure because she can’t even cook, and they’ll steal my mama because she makes good fried chicken.”

  “I’m glad you cowgirls are here to keep me safe.” Kate gasped with a smile she tried to hide.

  “You really can’t cook?” Paul asked.

  Kate shook her head. “Never found the need to learn until I came here, and Jamie and Amanda are so good at it that I still don’t feel the need.”

  “Surprising, isn’t it?” Jamie said. “I thought she could do anything, too, until I got to know her and found out that she doesn’t even own a superwoman cape.”

  By the time they reached the picnic area, the path was strewn with imaginary bandits, dirty rotten coyotes, and one or two dozen snakes. When Waylon brought the coach to a stop, Gracie blew on the end of her gun.

  “We made it, guys,” Lisa said. “We’ll be safe here. We can leave our guns in the stagecoach.”

  “Not me!” Gracie said. “We need to take them with us. There might be a bear out there.”

  Waylon climbed down from the top and opened the stage door on Kate’s side. He held his hand, and she put hers in it. A sweet little shot of heat flushed her cheeks.

  “You girls did a fine job of protecting us. Miz Gracie, may I help you out of the coach?” Waylon asked.

  She jumped out into his arms and then wiggled free and yelled, “Look, there’s water! Lisa, come on over here to this side. We’ve got a swimmin’ pool! Nobody told me about this!”

  “It was a surprise,” Jamie said.

  “Water’s cold, so y’all might want to just wade around and look for minnows,” Waylon told them.

  “Hey, Mama, can I get in the water up to my knees?” Gracie yelled from the shore, where she’d taken off her sandals.

  “That’s about how deep the creek is,” Waylon said to Jamie. “It’s spring fed and cold as ice so they won’t get in that deep.”

  “Yes, you can, but stay where I can see you,” Jamie yelled back.

  “We’ve got guns, so if y’all see any bears you call us and we’ll come runnin’,” Lisa hollered.

  “If I could go back in time, I would have a houseful just like them,” Waylon told Kate.

  “So would I,” Kate answered.

  Kate helped Hattie spread a quilt out under the drooping limbs of an old willow tree not far from the clear, trickling creek. Then Victor and Paul brought the food down from the top of the stagecoach and they set out a picnic fit for a queen. The girls romped through the water shooting bears behind every rock and blade of grass until Lisa said something to the Gracie and the bears were forgotten.

  “Is that fried chicken, Daddy? We ain’t had that in a long time,” Lisa said.

  “Not since Sunday at the church potluck,” Paul said.

  Lisa nodded. “That’s a long time.”

  After they ate, Hattie brought out a couple of old books and moved the children over to another quilt that she’d arranged under the shade of a big pecan tree. “I thought I’d read to you while your dinner settles,” she said. “You can’t hunt bears or get in the water for a little while after you eat.”

  “Is that ABC?” Lisa yawned.

  “Camel on the ceiling. C-C-C,” Gracie answered.

  Hattie sat down, and Lisa cuddled up next to her while Gracie claimed the other side.

  Somewhere in the middle of the book, Gracie had laid her head on Hattie’s lap and fallen asleep. Lisa was asleep before that. Without disturbing either of them, Hattie arranged a couple of pillows against the trunk of the tree, leaned back, and shut her eyes.

  Kate pulled her phone from the hip pocket of her shorts and snapped a picture and then one of Jamie and Paul chatting beside the stagecoach. And one more of Victor with his cowboy hat pulled down over his face and his arms crossed over his chest. She was looking for Waylon through the camera eye when she felt him behind her. She slipped the phone back in her pocket and resisted the urge to turn around and kiss him.

  “Walk?” he asked.

  “You would have made a good father, Waylon,” Kate said when they were fifty yards down the edge of the creek.

  “Thank you. I like kids, but like I said before, I wasn’t ready when the time was right, and now the time has passed.”

  “You really think so?” She pulled off her sandals and set them on the edge of the quilt. “With the right woman, you could still have a houseful of kids.”

  “I can’t imagine that. I think I’ll just enjoy Lisa and Gracie and be their surrogate uncle. Are you fixin’ to wade in the water?”

  “I am.” She nodded.

  “It’s been years since I’ve got my feet wet in the creek.” He tugged off his boots and socks, rolled up the legs of his jeans, and took her hand in his. “Shall we step off into it together?”

  “One. Two. Three.” She counted and then put her foot in the water. “Sweet Lord, Waylon! That water is really icy. How did those kids stand it so long?”

  “They were hopping around and having such a good time that they didn’t even notice.” He chuckled. “This little creek is always clear and cold. It will cool you right down.”

  “I am definitely a tenderfoot.” She moaned as she took baby steps into the water.

  “Not any more than I am. I haven’t gone barefoot in years. I have a big favor to ask,” he said.

  “Yes, you can kiss me.” He tipped her chin up with his fist, and she looked deeply into his eyes. Her hands s
naked up around his neck, and the temperature of the cold water around her calves felt as if it shot up forty degrees.

  By the time the kiss ended, Kate was sure the water was boiling. No one had ever made her feel like he did. Timing was wrong, right along with everything else, but she liked this detective—a hell of a lot.

  “I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.” He smiled. “The favor is that when this is really settled, you’ll go out with me.”

  “Like on dates? Even if I’m in Fort Worth? A long-distance dating thing?” she asked.

  “Sounds crazy, but we might make it work,” he said.

  “Everything else in our world has been crazy this summer, hasn’t it, so why not?” she said.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Kate envied Jamie the right to carry a sleeping Gracie into the house that Monday evening. She took in her backpack and watched Jamie strip her out of her clothing and tuck her between the sheets in nothing but her underpants.

  “Wine?” Kate asked.

  “Love some.” Jamie nodded.

  When they reached the kitchen, Kate got two glasses and Jamie opened the refrigerator for the wine.

  “Paul?” Kate asked as Jamie poured.

  “Waylon?” Jamie raised an eyebrow.

  “I could like him, but long-distance relationships don’t always fare so well,” Kate answered. “You, on the other hand, will be living right here in the same town with Paul. He is handsome, he’s honest, and he’s a sweet guy and a great father.”

  “It’s only two hours from here to Fort Worth.” Jamie led the way to the deck.

  “But how far is it to Huntsville or whatever prison I could end up in?” Kate asked.

  A whimper made them both forget their conversation.

  Kate quickly crossed the deck to the far side. “Amanda? What’s wrong? Did you get a bad report at the doctor’s?”

  “No,” she sobbed.

  “Is it your aunt?” Jamie pulled a chair across the wooden floor to sit beside her.