Dirks turned to Leanne. “Do you have a gun?”
She nodded, her face white. “I do and I’m good with it. What the hell is going on?”
“I’m not sure, but keep whatever firearm you have on you and loaded until we get back. If Avery takes another route and misses Carlee and us, keep her here whatever it takes. Call 911 to make sure emergency service is headed to Carlee, then call the sheriff’s office to send someone out here until I get back. Tucker and I will make sure Carlee is safe.” He wasn’t sure if her startled glance had to do with the avalanche of orders, the fact that he thought a loaded gun was a necessity, or the familiarity with which he’d spoken of Avery. No ‘Ms. Avery’ or ‘Ms. Wilson’ now.
With Tucker giving directions, Dirks drove with the speed and skill he’d learned in emergency training, navigating sharp curves as easily as straightaways. He didn’t like the fact that the light was fading, partly due to the time and partly to the overhang of clouds. “How far is this place?”
“Ten miles or so.” Tucker was clearly worried. “It’s not the route I usually take. It’s shorter in distance but the road isn’t nearly as good.” He was silent a moment, then repeated what Leanne had said. “Deliberately. But why? None of this makes sense to me.”
No, Dirks thought grimly, violence was pretty senseless to most rational people. “Just how well do you know Craig?”
“Better than I want to.”
Dirks thought that was a cryptic answer and shot Tucker a sideways glance. “Meaning?”
“Craig always seemed a pretty good guy in the early years when he and Carlee first started coming here and later, but distracted, you know, like he didn’t see anyone but his daughter. You could tell Carlee was his world and she was just a crushed little girl grieving for her mama and sister. But even once he and Avery got married, he didn’t have much to do with me, or Leanne when she came on board. When things started going bad, though, he wanted to hang out more at the barn, staring at the horses and telling me how much all this was worth and how hard he’d worked for Avery to have her dream.”
“Did he? Work hard, that is?”
“I’m not saying he didn’t, but it wasn’t at the barn or anything to do with the running of the place. The really hard, physical part - that was all Avery’s sweat.”
“When he was talking about his hard work was he sad, angry?”
“Mostly a little drunk and kind of sloppy with it – not falling down drunk – just, well whining, I guess, and not realizing how weak he sounded.”
Dirks thought about that without answering. That was his impression of Craig. Weak. The kind of coward who’d take a man’s money and send him to pick up a horse that wasn’t his to sell. Perhaps, if he’d had a little to drink for courage, even frustrated enough to put bullets through the windshield of a vehicle he already knew was empty. But did he have the nerve to run another vehicle off the road, thinking it was Avery taking her SUV back to the ranch? Yeah, maybe, but maybe not.
Would Markham have hung around to do that? To what purpose? To scare Avery into letting him take the young horse his boss was determined to have? Again, maybe, but something wasn’t adding up for him.
A strand of wire fence flashed on their left and Tucker said, “This is the edge of the Roberts’ place.”
Dirks took his foot off the gas. “Watch to your right,” he directed tersely. And Dirks watched his side of the road.
An instant later he saw headlights angled away from them. “There, on the left.”
In a sharp bend just ahead, the SUV was sideways some distance from the graveled edge of the road. Dirks deftly swung to the shoulder of the road but barely had the truck in park before Tucker leapt out. Dirks hit the flashers and followed suit. In the distance a siren wailed.
As he followed Tucker, Dirks swiftly made note of several factors. There wasn’t really a ditch which was probably a good thing. Otherwise, the SUV would most likely have flipped even harder during the rollover. Also good was that no trees crowded the edge of the roadway as was so often the case. The vehicle had stopped on its own rather than by slamming into the unforgiving trunk of a tree.
Tucker looked up as Dirks reached the car. “She’s hurt and the door’s jammed.” There was over-whelming fear and frustration in his voice.
The window was down and Dirks could see Carlee’s head leaned against the seat. He moved in close and spoke her name.
Carlee opened her eyes and gave him a wobbly grin that faded quickly as she murmured, “Glad it was me and not Avery.” Dirks slipped a penlight from his pocket and her eyelids lowered as the light flashed across her face. A nasty purpling bruise already marred her temple and cheekbone. She’d need x-rays and observation at a minimum. He swept the light across the side of the SUV quickly, noting the dints and scratches from the rollover. Dirks didn’t ask her any of the questions crowding his mind. Time for that later. The sound of sirens was reassuringly close now.
“Carlee.” When she didn’t respond immediately, he spoke her name more sharply.
She opened her eyes. “I’m here. Hurts.”
“Where?” Dirks held her gaze with his as the ambulance slid to a stop on the road beside them.
“Head ... neck ... shoulder. Everything.” Speaking was clearly an effort for her.
As the first EMT reached them, Dirks told him, “Driver is conscious and coherent but she took a hard hit to her head and her door is jammed. What kind of tools do you have?”
The EMT called back to his partner and within minutes the door was opened and they were crouched beside Carlee assessing her condition with Tucker hovering, still visibly anxious.Dirks waited patiently for the EMTs to finish their initial assessment and communicate with the local hospital. When they backed away to set up a stretcher, he moved in aware of Tucker pressed close to his side.
“Carlee, I need to know. Was this an accident?”
Slowly, she rolled her head side to side, wincing at her own movement. “No, he made a pass, too close. I swerved, but held the road. So he turned and came back. Nothing accidental about that.”
“He?” Dirks kept his tone calm and non-judgmental but he was seething inside.
“Maybe. For sure a pick-up … black Ford …,” her voice was slurring now. Carlee’s eyes drifted closed. “… and the motorcycle …”
Dirks had seen no sign of any other vehicle. “What motorcycle, Carlee?” But Carlee had slipped into unconsciousness.
Dirks and Tucker watched as the skilled rescue workers carefully maneuvered Carlee onto the stretcher.
“Craig drives a black Ford.” Tucker clenched his hands into fists. “I’m going with her. Then I’m going to kill that son-of-a-bitch.”
Dirks didn’t censure the threat. He was feeling pretty violent himself. “I’ll bring Avery to the hospital after I make sure the sheriff can place someone to guard the ranch for a few hours.” Dirks intended to have someone he trusted to help with security by morning but it would take a little while to get them mobilized.
As he watched Tucker climb into the back of the ambulance over the half-hearted protests of the EMTs, he realized this job had just taken a real personal turn for him. He knew he’d have to deal with the repercussions of that at some point. For now his only focus was Avery’s safety and the safe-keeping of the animals and place she loved.
* * *
Back at the ranch, at last. What an exhausting and unpleasant day. I must, however, confess to the truth that I elected – and was not the least coerced – into accompanying Ms. Gorgeous. But, truthfully, what else was a cat to do when she seems clearly willing to put herself in harm’s way without a thought to the consequences? Nor can I so much as chasten her over the habit.
This is not the first time I have found it a serious impediment that humans and felines do not share a common language. While my superior intellect allows me to understand them, alas, their somewhat less sophisticated brains do not give them the same ability. And even when they speak, it is too often of ban
alities that suffice nothing. Even more frustrating of late, is that the equine housed in these facilities cannot communicate with me in the least. I think they have knowledge that would be of distinct help in identifying the hooligan responsible for these unfortunate occurrences.
And, of course, we must come straight to the barn. Not so much as a saucer filled with milk am I to have until Ms. Gorgeous knows her beloved equine are still safe. Though, to be honest and fair, that was an exquisite lunch I had. The lovely lady has somehow discerned my preference for lightly grilled fish.
“There you are! Why haven’t you answered your phone? I’ve been scared sick for you!”
Oh dear, judging by the alarm in the young Mrs. Leanne’s voice I suspect it is a good thing I had lunch at all. Dinner may well be unfortunately late.
* * *
Avery listened in stunned silence as Leanne explained what had happened. The young woman had been pacing in front of the barn with a shotgun. Before Leanne had even finished speaking, Avery turned on her heel to get back in the truck.
Leanne grabbed her wrist. “Avery, you can’t. Mr. Hanna said you were to wait here.”
“Mr. Hanna can go to the devil. I’ve got to get to Carlee!” No doubt, she sounded as frantic as she felt. Her heart literally pounded against the wall of her chest. “She’ll be terrified and she could be -” Her voice just quit on her midsentence at the thought of losing the young woman she’d come to love as a daughter.
“Listen to me. I just got off the phone with Tucker, just this minute. They’ve taken her for x-rays of her neck and back, just to be safe, but Tucker said she can move arms, legs, fingers and toes and she was speaking coherently and seemed stronger. In fact, she was arguing with him and the nurses about needing to get back here to the ranch, to you. To take care of you, Avery. Tucker’s got her, I promise, and,” Leanne’s voice turned even more grim if possible as she added, “you and I have to take care of things here.”
Chapter Fourteen
Avery’s gaze scanned the pasture ahead of her. Everything was still and quiet, except for the occasional call of a night owl. She gave a quick glance over her shoulder as she began her second round of the inner perimeter fencing where groups of horses had gathered together for the night. Ridiculous as it might seem to some, the knowledge that the black cat trailed steadily at her side gave her a sense that the cat had her back. Now and again, he trotted lightly ahead but he always circled back and around her. Someone might step out from behind a stout tree trunk up ahead, but she felt certain Trouble would know and warn her if anyone tried to sneak up behind.
Her last text from Tucker had been reassuring. Between each round of tests, Carlee started another argument with the hospital staff about needing to get home. Avery’s last response had been “Sit on her if you have to but she’s not to leave”.
She and Leanne had separated, each walking the same route in reverse, through the barns and then around the pastures. They crossed paths for a second time in front of the huddled yearlings where Avery stopped in her tracks, struck by a sudden thought she felt incredibly guilty about not having before that moment.
“Leanne, is Jason okay with you being here?”
“Jason had reserve duty this weekend,” the young woman said easily. “He left a few days early to spend some time with his mom and dad.”
Remorse bit sharply at Avery and she sighed. “So he doesn’t know you’re risking your safety for me? Is that what you’re not saying?” She knew she should send the young woman home but suspected she’d get absolutely nowhere with that argument.
Leanne’s response proved that point. “This place is my livelihood and my second home, Avery, and you’re way more than my employer. Jason knows I can take care of myself just like I trust him to take care of himself. I’ll tell him everything when he gets home but I don’t want to distract him by telling him via cell phone because he’d want to be here – for both of us.”
“And I appreciate you, I really do, but God knows I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“I know you don’t, and I feel the same in return and - heaven knows why - but I’m glad that damned cat is marching along with you. You’re the target. We both know that, you and the horses. Anything happens to me it would just be collateral damage so to speak. I’m willing to take my chances to help keep you and them safe. You’d do it for me.”
Avery couldn’t argue because it was true. Of course, she would. All she could do was nod, eyes stinging and emotion constricting her throat. God, what a nightmare this all was.
* * *
I daresay anyone wishing harm upon any facet of Summer Valley Ranch would find themselves facing two determined women with loaded firearms. As a matter of fact, right about now, Ms. Gorgeous looks very much as if she were wishing for something or someone to shoot.
Ah, the sound of a vehicle approaching has reached their awareness moments behind mine, but then they lack my highly developed sense of hearing. Should humans ever develop the extreme faculties of the feline species, they would be lethal indeed. Unlike myself, the ladies doubtless do not yet realize there are two vehicles, rather than one, and the second of those is Mr. Military. Both my female warriors are easing cautiously toward the drive that fronts the barns, guns at the ready.
No blue lights flashing but it is a sheriff’s car at the fore. I suppose that is the equivalent of the cavalry arriving but I would put all of my money on Mr. Military should a true battle ever ensue.
* * *
Avery held her gun with barrel lowered as a deputy stepped out of each side of the patrol car.
“Evening, ladies.” The driver of the car tipped his broad-brimmed hat. “Sheriff Farley sent me and Ray to watch out for things so you could get to the hospital.” He was young, clean-cut and solemn. Whatever he may have thought about facing two women with shot guns was concealed behind a neutral expression.
His partner, older by at least a decade, eyed their weapons warily and leaned against the hood of the car, letting the younger man keep the lead.
“Have you heard anything, Matt?” Avery had known him too many years to stand on ceremony or be intimidated by his official demeanor.
“About Ms. Carlee?” The younger man’s lips curved just the smallest bit. “Just that she’s bending the ear of any and everyone standing between her and leaving that hospital. Better them than me. Rather take my chances with whatever’s going down here. Ms. Carlee’s one determined young lady when it comes to this ranch and you.”
Avery drew a deep breath. It was small reassurance but she’d take what she could get. Then she tensed as another set of headlights swung toward them.
Before she could swing her gun up into position, the deputy spoke quickly. “That’d be Mr. Hanna. He followed us out after talking with the sheriff. Said he’d take you into town once we were here.”
“You’ll be here all night?” She needed that reassurance. Needed to know Jack and his offspring, as well as the many talented and useful rescue horses that depended upon her, would be safe.
“Yes, ma’am. Mr. Hanna plans to have security in place come morning but we’re here until then.”
Avery shot the deputy a look but held any comment for Dirks who had apparently taken a great deal upon himself. She had not, would not, forget that he was investigating her. Had not, would not, forget his lack of trust in her.
Even with that, she couldn’t deny the leap of her pulse as he stepped down from his truck and walked toward them with that long stride.
“Deputies.” His greeting was for them, but his gaze was for Avery alone. “You’ll take it from here?”
“Yes, sir. We’re here until Sheriff Farley sends replacements or calls us in because you’ve got it covered.”
Dirks, nodded in response, his glance like a feather touch on Avery’s face. “You ready?”
“Yes,” Avery said, meeting his look evenly, before turning to Leanne. “Go home and get some rest. Or, better yet, why don’t you stay here sinc
e Jason’s not home? At least you’d know the deputies were just outside.”
Leanne shook her head. “I’ll be fine at home. No one’s after me. Collateral damage only, remember?”
Suddenly unutterably weary, Avery told Dirks, “I’m going to take a last look at Jack before we go.”
Feeling his eyes on her back as she turned and scooped the black cat up in her arms, Avery kept that back straight and her stride long and even, pretending with every fiber of her being that she didn’t know how keenly Dirks Hanna was watching her every move.
She’d surprised the cat with her action. She felt it in the immediate stiffness of his muscles. Trouble was just not your cuddly housecat. To her surprise though, he relaxed against her as she walked into the barn. But he’d matched her minute by minute through the long day which suddenly seemed never ending and she suspected he was as tired as she. She scratched his head lightly, and again he surprised her, this time by arching his body and pushing ever so slightly against her fingers. She wondered if he were truly showing pleasure at the touch or just accepting her need for the contact. For just a moment, she cradled him close as she stood in the hallway of the barn, watching as Jack put his head over the stall door to nicker a greeting.
She gently placed Trouble on the hall mat and moved closer to rub Jack’s forehead, smiling because the huge horse pushed against her caress more vigorously than the cat had done. But Jack was hers, after all. He didn’t just allow her attentions, he demanded them as his right. It amazed her that some people did not realize domesticated animals craved a kind touch as much as most humans did.
For a brief moment she wrapped her arms around Jack’s neck, knowing she would risk life and limb to keep him safe, always. Stepping back, she smiled tiredly down at Trouble who sat watching them both with a somewhat aloof gaze.
“Come on, mister, let’s get you settled in the house while I grab my purse.” She turned to leave but Trouble didn’t move. Avery stopped and looked back. “Hey, Trouble, come on. You know I don’t have a kitty door.”
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