Cardwell Ranch Trespasser

by Daniels, B. J.

  It was twenty-two hours to Big Sky. That didn’t take into account the bad weather ahead of him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to make good time once he reached the snow. He would have to make up for it when he had dry roads.

  But he could reach Big Sky by late morning. He just prayed that wouldn’t be too late.

  Finally, she handed him the keys. A few minutes later, he was in the leather, heated-seat lap of luxury and headed north.

  Hilde had sounded disappointed when he’d called to tell her the news. “But I’m glad you’re on your way. Just be careful. I checked the weather before you called. It looks like that storm is going to stay to the south of us.”

  Neither of them had mentioned what they had said to each other earlier.

  “I can’t wait to see you,” he said.

  “Me, too.”

  “I’d better get off and pay attention to my driving.” He’d hung up feeling all the more frustrated that he couldn’t get to her more quickly. Hud still hadn’t returned his call.

  He pushed down on the gas pedal, hoping he didn’t get pulled over.

  * * *

  DEE SAW HOW disappointed Dana was at dinner when Hud told her he had to go up to West Yellowstone the next day. Any other time, Dee would have felt the same way.

  She touched the small vial in her pocket. Hud didn’t realize how lucky he was. Now she could implement her plan without involving him. This was so much better.

  “I should be back by late afternoon,” Hud was saying. “What do you and Dee have planned?”

  “She flies out tomorrow afternoon, so it’s up to her,” Dana said. She and Hud looked at Dee.

  “I just want to spend the morning here on the ranch with Dana and the kids,” Dee said. “I don’t know when I’ll get to see them again, so I want to make it last. If it’s nice, I’d love to take the kids on a walk. I saw those tandem strollers you have out there. I thought we could hike up the road, pick wildflowers...”

  “That’s a wonderful idea,” Dana said. “I could pack a lunch.”

  “You’re not going,” Dee said. “You are going to stay here and put your feet up and relax. You have been waiting on me for days. It’s my turn to give you a break. The kids and I can pack the lunch, can’t we?”

  Mary and Hank quickly agreed. “I want peanut butter and jelly,” Mary said.

  “Mommy’s strawberry jelly,” Hank added, and Mary clapped excitedly.

  “Good, it’s decided,” Dee said. “You aren’t allowed to do any work while we’re gone. When was the last time you had a chance to just relax and, say, read a book or take a nap?”

  Dana smiled down the table at her, then reached to take her hand to squeeze it. “Thank you. I really am glad you came all this way to visit us. I’m just sorry—” Her eyes darkened with sadness.

  “None of that,” Dee said, giving her hand a squeeze back. “I can’t tell you how thankful I am that you invited me.”

  As she sat picking at her food, the rest of the family noisily enjoying the meal, Dee counted down the hours. She could feel time slipping through her fingers, but she was relatively calm. Once she’d decided what she was going to have to do, she’d just accepted it.

  She’d learned as a child to just accept things the way they were—until she could change them. There was nothing worse than feeling trapped in a situation where you felt there was nothing you could do.

  That had been her childhood—feeling defenseless. She’d sworn that the day would come when she would never feel like that again. It took a steely, blind determination that some might have thought cold.

  But the moment she’d lit that match so many years ago, she’d sworn she was never going to be a victim again.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Hud had been in such a good mood after dinner that he’d suggested one last horseback ride.

  Dee couldn’t contain her excitement once she’d heard that it would be just the two of them. Dana had considered calling Liza to see if she would babysit, but one of the twins was teething and cranky, so she’d told Hud and Dee to go and have a good time.

  “Oh, here,” Hud had said. “I picked up the mail on my way in. You had something, Dee.” Mail was delivered to a large box with Cardwell Ranch stenciled on the side. The box sat at the edge of Highway 191, a good quarter mile from the ranch house.

  She took the envelope with the name Dee Anna Justice typed on it. The trust fund check. She hoped she would never have to use it. But it was always good to have money tucked away—just in case she had reason to leave town in a hurry.

  Hud watched her open it, peek inside, then stuff the folded envelope into the hip pocket of her jeans. Having mail come to her in Dee Anna Justice’s name seemed to seal the deal as far as who she was. At least for Hud.

  While he went out to saddle two horses, Dee insisted on staying in the house and helping Dana with the dishes. She could tell Hud had liked that.

  Hud smiled at her now as she walked out to the corral where he was waiting. She smiled back, warmed to her toes. He seemed comfortable and at ease with her. She wouldn’t let herself think that his good mood had to do with her plans to fly out the next day.

  It was the perfect evening, the weather cool but not cold. The sky was still bright over the canyon, the sun not yet set.

  Dee let him help her into the saddle, loving being this close to him. She felt comfortable in the saddle. Hud could never love a woman who didn’t ride.

  “I think I could get into horseback riding,” she said, as the two of them left the ranch behind and headed up into the mountains.

  “You should check into riding lessons when you get home,” he suggested. “I’m sure they’re offered in New York.”

  “Yes,” she agreed, reminded again that there was nothing waiting for her back in the city. She’d given up the apartment. Given up that life.

  She considered what the real Dee Anna Justice would do once she realized Dee had borrowed her name. The best thing to do was send the check back. Put “Wrong Address” on the envelope. Dee Anna would never have to know.

  That decided, Dee began to relax and enjoy the ride and the man riding along next to her. At that moment she was so content, so sure that everything was going to work out the way she’d planned it, that she couldn’t have foreseen the mistake she would make just minutes later on top of the mountain.

  * * *

  COLT MADE GOOD time, and by seven that night he wasn’t far outside Denver. He stopped for gas and coffee, figuring he had at least another fourteen hours minimum to go.

  Hilde answered on the second ring as if she’d been waiting by the phone. “Where are you?”

  He told her. “The roads haven’t been bad. I expect they will be worse the closer I get. I should be there by nine or ten in the morning. Get some sleep.”

  “What about you?” she asked.

  “I’m okay. When I first got into law enforcement I had to work some double shifts. I learned how to stay awake. Anyway, I’ll be thinking of you the whole time.”

  He could hear the smile in her voice when she said, “Same here.”

  He stretched his legs and got back into the SUV. He tried Hud again. His call went straight to voice mail. Cussing under his breath, he headed for the interstate.

  His thoughts were with Hilde. What Camilla’s aunt had told him had him scared.

  “Even when she was a little girl, if another child had a toy she wanted, she’d take it from her,” Thelma Peters had said. “If that child got hurt in the process, Camilla was all the more happy for it. I remember one time scolding her for that behavior. She must have been four or five at the time. She and her family had come for a visit. Her father was often out of work. I’ll never forget the way she turned to look at me. I remember my heart lurching in my chest. I was actually frightened.”

  Thelma had taken a moment, as if the memory had been too strong, before she continued. “That child looked at me and said, ‘She should have given the toy to me when I told her to. If
she got hurt, it’s her own fault. Next time, she’ll give it to me when I ask for it.’”

  “What about her mother and father? They must have seen this kind of behavior and tried to do something about it.”

  Thelma had shook her head sadly. “I mentioned what I’d seen to my sister. Cynthia wasn’t a strong woman. She said to me, ‘Leave her be. Camilla’s just a child.’ Herbert? He smacked her around, then would hold her on his lap and pet her like she was a dog.” The aunt had wrinkled her mouth in disgust. “That child worked him. Cynthia was too weak to stand up to her husband or her daughter.”

  “And Richard?”

  “He idolized his sister, did whatever she wanted. The two were inseparable. I’m not surprised they were together in Montana when he died.”

  “There’s a chance she killed him,” he’d told her.

  Thelma’s hand had gone to her heart. “It is as if something is missing in her DNA. A caring gene. Camilla has no compassion for anyone but herself. I always wondered what she would do with Richard when she got tired of him.”

  “If she was responsible, why did she want her parents dead?”

  Thelma had looked away. “I have my suspicions, ones I’ve never voiced to anyone.”

  “You think Herbert was abusing her?”

  Her face had filled with shame. “I tried to talk to my sister. I even called Social Services. Herbert swore it wasn’t true. So did Camilla.”

  “You think your sister knew and just turned a blind eye.”

  “That’s why Camilla killed them both,” Thelma had said. “I saw that girl right after the police called and told me about the fire and that my sister and brother-in-law were dead. Richard? He’s crying his eyes out. Camilla? Cool as a cucumber. She waltzes into the house and asks me what I have to eat, that she’s starving. She sat there eating, smiling to herself. I tried to tell myself that we all grieve in our own way. But it was enough to turn my blood to ice.”

  * * *

  AS THE SUN sank lower behind the adjacent mountains, Dee and Hud reached a spot where aspens grew thick and green.

  They reined in and climbed off their horses to walk to the edge of the mountain. This view was even more spectacular than the one she’d seen on the four-wheeler ride into the mountains.

  “It’s so peaceful here,” Dee said, as she breathed in the evening. The air was scented with pine and the smell of spring. She hugged herself against the cool breeze that whispered through the trees. Shadows had puddled under them.

  Unconsciously, she stepped closer to Hud as she thought of the bears and mountain lions that lived in these mountains. Hud seemed so unafraid of anything. She loved his quiet strength and wondered what her life would have been like if she’d had a father like him. Or even a brother like him.

  As she glanced at him, she told herself that life had given her another chance to have such a man to protect her.

  “Hud.” Just saying his name sent a shiver through her.

  He looked over at her expectantly as if he thought she was about to say something.

  She didn’t think. At that moment, she felt as if she would die if she didn’t kiss him. No matter what happened, it was all she told herself she would ever want.

  The kiss took him by such surprise that he didn’t react at first. She felt his warm lips on hers as she pressed her chest into his hard, strong one.

  One of his arms came around her as if he thought she’d stumbled into him and was about to fall off the edge of the mountain.

  Several seconds passed, no more, before he pushed her away, holding her at arm’s length. “What the—” His eyes darkened with anger. “What was that, Dee?” he demanded.

  “I...I just—” She saw the change in his expression and knew that Hilde had warned him that she was after him. He hadn’t believed her—until this moment.

  Hud shoved her away from him.

  She felt tears burn her eyes and anger begin to boil deep in her belly. She wanted to scream at him, Why not me? What is so wrong with me?

  Instead, she said, “I’m so sorry,” and pretended to be horrified by what she’d done when, in truth, she was furious with him.

  “It was all of this,” she said, motioning to the view. “I just got swept up in it and, standing next to you...” She looked away, hating him for making her feel like this.

  “We should get back,” he said, and turned to walk toward the horses where he’d left them ground tied by the aspens.

  She tried to breathe out her fury, to act chastised, to pretend to be remorseful. It was the hardest role she’d ever played.

  They rode in silence down the mountain through the now dark pines.

  Dee thought about the kiss. She’d been anticipating it for days and now felt deeply disappointed. Hud had cut her to the quick. She could never forgive him.

  Worse, he would now suspect that everything Hilde had said was true. Good thing she’d made that plane reservation for tomorrow. She couldn’t wait to get away from here.

  * * *

  HILDE GOT THE text from Dana the next morning as she was starting to open the shop.

  u r rght abt D Im so—

  She hurriedly tried to call her friend. The phone went straight to voice mail. “Dana, call me the moment you get this.”

  Hilde stood inside the shop for a moment. The apparently interrupted text scared her more than she wanted to admit.

  She called the sheriff’s office. If Hud was home... But she was told that Hud had been called away on a case in West Yellowstone.

  So Dana was alone out at the ranch with the kids...and Dee.

  Colt was on his way, but she couldn’t wait for him. She had to make sure Dana was all right.

  Locking the shop, she headed for her vehicle, thankful Colt had changed her flat and retrieved it for her. Her mind was racing. The text had her terrified that something had happened. She drove as fast as she could to the ranch, jumping out of the SUV and running inside the house without knocking.

  “Dana!” she screamed, realizing belatedly that she should have at least thought to bring a weapon. But she didn’t have a gun, let alone anything close to a weapon at the house or shop other than a pair of scissors. She shuddered at the thought.

  Dana appeared in the kitchen doorway looking startled. She was wearing an apron and had flour all over her hands. “What in the—”

  “Are you all right?” Hilde said, rushing to her.

  “I’m fine. What’s wrong?”

  “I got your text.”

  “My text? I didn’t send you a text. In fact, I haven’t been able to find my cell phone all morning.”

  Belatedly, Hilde remembered who’d answered Dana’s cell just the afternoon before. She looked around the kitchen as that slowly sank in. Dee must still have the cell phone. Dana hadn’t sent the text. But why would Dee send her a text that said she was right unless... “Where are the kids?”

  “Hilde, you’re scaring me. The kids just left with Dee for a walk up the road.”

  Hilde glanced around, didn’t see Angus and Brick. “The twins, too?”

  “She took them in the stroller to give me some time to myself this morning.”

  “No one is with her?” She saw the answer in her friend’s face. “We have to find them. Now.”

  “Hilde, Dee might have her problems but—”

  “Colt called me from Oklahoma.”

  “Oklahoma? I thought he went to Denver?”

  “He went down there to find out what he could about Rick. The woman you thought was Dee is his sister, Dana. When they were teenagers, the two of them were suspected of torching their house and killing their parents, but it could never be proven.”

  Dana paled. “Dee is Rick’s sister?”

  “Her name isn’t Dee Anna Justice. It’s Camilla Northland. Or at least it was.”

  “Then where is Dee Anna Justice?”

  “I have no idea, but right now we have to get the kids.” For all Hilde knew, the woman calling herself Dee had kill
ed Dana’s cousin and taken over her life.

  “You can’t really believe she’d hurt my—”

  “She wants Hud, Dana. She’s been after your life since the moment she saw Hud. Do you really think she wants the kids as well?”

  Dana seemed to come out of the trance Dee’d had her in since arriving in Montana. Surely she’d seen the way Dee fawned over her husband.

  “Hud told me she has a crush on him, but... You have to be wrong about her,” Dana cried. But she grabbed the shotgun she kept high on the wall by the back door.

  As they ran outside, Hilde prayed the babies were all right. She told herself that if Dee stood any chance of getting away with this, then she couldn’t have hurt them. But the woman had apparently already gotten away with murdering her own parents—and her brother. Possibly Dana’s cousin as well. Who knew what she’d do to get what she wanted.

  Dee and the kids were nowhere in sight.

  “She must have gone up the road,” Dana said.

  “There!” Hilde cried as she spotted the stroller lying on its side in front of the barn. Dana rushed into the barn first, Hilde right behind her. They both stopped, both breathing hard.

  “Mary! Hank!” Dana called, her voice breaking. Silence. She called again, her voice more frantic.

  A faint cry came from one of the stalls.

  Rushing toward it, they found Mary and Hank holding the twins in the back of the stall. Hilde heard the relief rush from Dana as she dropped to the straw.

  “What are you two doing?” Hilde asked, fear making her voice tight.

  “We’re playing a game,” Hank said.

  “Auntie Dee told us to stay here and not make a sound,” Mary said in a conspiratorial whisper.

  “But Mary made a sound when she heard you calling for her,” Hank said. “Now Auntie Dee is going to be mad, and when she’s mad she’s kind of scary.”

  “Where is Auntie Dee?” Hilde asked.

  Hank shook his head and seemed to see the shotgun his mother had rushed in with. “Are you and Auntie Hilde going hunting?”

  “We are,” Hilde said. “That’s why we need you and your sister to stay here and keep playing the game for just a little longer. Can you do that?”