Randall Pride

by Judy Christenberry

  “Are you a member?”

  “Of course I am. Will you do it?”

  “I don’t usually charge for autographs.”

  “But it’s for a good cause.”

  With a sigh, he said, “Yeah, okay.” As he took his foot down and turned to go in the Pad, she stopped him again.

  “Wait!”

  “What? I agreed.”

  “I know but—but Abby had another idea.”

  He thought she seemed even more reluctant about the second idea than she had the first. Warily, he asked what the second idea was.

  “She wants to hold a raffle.”

  Toby frowned. “What does that have to do with me?”

  “Um…you’re the prize.” She stared at him, wariness in her eyes.

  He exploded. “What? I’m not a prize. What are you talking about?”

  The door opened and Rich and Russ, fresh from their showers, stepped out on the porch. “Wow, Elizabeth, you must be in big trouble if it takes you this long to convince Toby to get you out of hot water,” Russ said with a grin.

  “I’m not in trouble!”

  “You sure? You’re still engaged to that, uh, to Cleve, aren’t you?” Rich pointed out.

  “That has nothing to do with what we’re talking about.”

  “Okay,” Rich continued. “But I was going to offer to help if that was what you wanted.”

  “Go away!” Elizabeth shouted at them.

  “Why don’t you ask one of them to do the raffle,” Toby suggested. “I don’t want to hog all the fun.”

  “What raffle?” Russ asked.

  “It’s for the Halloween festival,” Elizabeth explained.

  But Toby knew she was in a difficult position. She didn’t want to hurt her cousins’ feelings by telling them they weren’t important enough for the raffle. She shifted her gaze to Toby, as if asking him to get her out of the bind, but he just smiled and waited.

  A sudden glint in her eye alarmed him, however. She no longer was looking helpless. “You’re right, Toby. You should all get the same treatment. We’ll have a bachelor auction, and you can all participate.”

  “Wait a minute. What do you mean a bachelor auction?” Russ questioned. “I’m not ready to get married.”

  “Don’t be silly,” Elizabeth said with a smile directed at Toby. “You’ll each provide a picnic dinner and whoever pays for your picnic will share it with you. It’s the reversal of what women used to do to raise money.”

  “You won’t have anyone volunteer for that,” Toby assured her.

  “But you’re only committed for a picnic dinner and we’ll raise a lot of money. You’ll do it, guys, won’t you?” Elizabeth asked sweetly, smiling at them. “It’s for a good cause.”

  “Aw, I guess,” Russ agreed, “since it’s for a good cause. If Red will agree to fix the dinners for us.”

  “I’m sure he will,” Elizabeth said with a smile. “You will, too, won’t you, Rich?”

  The second twin nodded, a rueful smile on his lips.

  “And Toby? Unless, of course, you feel you’re too important to participate.”

  He was ready to wring her neck. She’d trapped him into agreeing with her plan or look like a jerk to his cousins.

  “Well, Toby?” she prodded.

  “Yeah, sure. Now can I go get cleaned up before dinner is ready?”

  “Yes, thank you. I’ll tell Abby you’re volunteering.” She smiled before turning and hurrying to the main house.

  “You know, this kind of sounds like fun,” Russ said, grinning. “It saves us the trouble of finding a date, but it guarantees we won’t end the evening alone.”

  “Maybe,” Rich agreed. “It depends on who bids for my picnic basket.”

  “Hey, if they think Red made the food, they’ll all bid for it.”

  “You idiot!” Rich said with a hoot of laughter. “Women don’t care about the food. They just want to jump your bones.”

  “Even better,” Russ said. “Right, Toby?”

  Toby still had his gaze fixed on the back door of the house where Elizabeth had disappeared.

  “Uh, yeah. Right.” He’d even be okay with the idea if Elizabeth were one of the ladies bidding. He’d pray for luck. But she wouldn’t be. She was engaged. Maybe she’d even be married by then.

  “I’m going in to shower. Save me some food.”

  Chapter Four

  Elizabeth had put in a call for Cleve, leaving a message on his answering machine. Unfortunately, his return call came in the middle of dinner.

  Elizabeth took the phone from Anna, who had answered, with her entire family looking on.

  “Uh, Cleve, we’re in the middle of dinner. Will you be home later?”

  “No, I won’t, Elizabeth. Why are you calling?”

  “I spoke with Bill Johnson today,” she whispered, turning her back on the family.

  “Don’t tell me you’re worried about us making enough money. I’ll take care of you, babe. Or we can get a loan from your dad.”

  “Cleve, we have to talk. When can you come up?” She had no doubt about her decision now. The man thought they could live off her parents? Had he asked her to marry him because of her father’s money? Disgust filled her.

  “I’ll be up on the weekend. I can’t get away before then.”

  “Fine,” she snapped and hung up the phone. She knew it was rude, but she couldn’t talk to him any longer without dropping her bombshell by phone. And that would really be rude.

  When she turned back to face the family, they were all staring at her.

  Then Megan politely asked, “How is Cleve?”

  “Fine,” she said calmly just before the phone rang again. She leaped to her feet and answered. “Hello.”

  “Why did you hang up on me? I won’t tolerate that kind of behavior, Elizabeth.”

  She sighed. Just what she wanted, more conversation with Cleve. “I can’t talk now, Cleve. I’ll see you Friday.”

  “Okay, fine, but I don’t see any point to my coming if you’re going to be rude.”

  “Goodbye,” she said firmly, then hung up the phone again.

  This time when she turned around, everyone averted their eyes, but Elizabeth knew they were all dying to know what was going on. “Cleve forgot something he needed to tell me.”

  “Didn’t sound like a friendly goodbye,” Chad, her father, commented.

  She knew her father didn’t like Cleve. Instead of things getting better as they got to know each other, they only seemed to get worse.

  “Chad,” Megan reprimanded with a frown, “I don’t think that’s any of your business. I’m sure Elizabeth would tell us if there’s a problem.”

  Elizabeth smiled politely and said nothing, keeping her gaze averted.

  Before the silence grew too strained, Toby said, “Elizabeth has big plans for the Halloween party this year.”

  That topic got the family’s attention, for which Elizabeth was grateful. The twins spoke up at once.

  “Yeah, we’re going to be auctioned off,” Russ said.

  “Oh, really?” Mildred exclaimed. “Remember when we auctioned off lunches for the church roof fund? Is it the same kind of deal?”

  “Uh, yes. The men will bring a picnic dinner and the single ladies can bid on them. To raise money for the teachers’ fund. And Toby, Russ and Rich have agreed to participate.” Elizabeth flashed a grateful smile at the three.

  “Hey! What about us?” Josh demanded. “Jim and I should get to sign up for it, too. After all, we’re college men.”

  “But you’ll be away at college, Josh,” Elizabeth pointed out.

  “We could come home for the weekend.”

  Elizabeth looked at her mother, Megan, for guidance.

  “It would help raise more money,” she pointed out.

  “But you probably should limit it to twenty-one or older,” Chad suggested, “for legality’s sake.”

  Elizabeth didn’t know what to say. “I’d better consult with Abby Gaylo
rd before I make any decisions. She’s in charge of our projects.”

  “Abby? I should’ve known she was involved in this,” Russ said in disgruntled tones.

  “Why do you say that?” Janie, his mother, asked. “Abby is a very nice young lady.”

  “Yeah. Too nice,” Rich contributed. “She was always getting us in trouble at school.”

  “I didn’t hear about you getting in trouble at school,” Janie pointed out, staring at her sons with speculation in her eyes. “Do you want to explain?”

  “Uh, no, Mom. Rich was just kidding. Right, Rich?” Russ added. Then he looked at Red. “Dinner is really great, Red. Did you put something different in the meat loaf tonight?”

  Several of the adults, including Toby, smiled. Elizabeth, too, realized Russ was trying to redirect the conversation.

  “Is Cleve going to participate in the auction?” Chad asked. He stared at Elizabeth.

  “Um, I doubt it. He doesn’t know anyone around here except for the family,” Elizabeth said, again avoiding her father’s gaze.

  “It would give him a chance to make new friends,” Jake offered.

  His wife protested. “Elizabeth and Cleve might be married by then. Honey,” she added, looking at Elizabeth, “have you and Cleve looked for a place to live?”

  “No, not really. I don’t think we’ll be married before Halloween, so there’s plenty of time.”

  Elizabeth changed the subject, telling about people asking about Toby coming home, centering the attention on him instead of her.

  When dinner was over, Toby volunteered to be in charge of cleanup. Red and Mildred were seldom allowed to do the cleaning. After all, Red was seventy-four and Mildred seventy-one. It was enough for them to do all the cooking.

  In spite of the younger guys’ complaints, everyone else began to leave the room. Then B.J. noticed her husband and his brothers were remaining at the table.

  “Aren’t you coming, Jake?” she asked.

  “Aw, honey, we want to watch the boys, see if they take care of everything. It does our old bodies good to see them working more.”

  The ladies all left the room, chuckling.

  Once the door had closed, Toby looked at his stepfather. “You don’t trust us to clean up?”

  “Hell, boy, I’d trust you with anything. But Chad has something he wants to ask you and, well, I’m supporting him.”

  “Us, too,” Brett added. Pete nodded.

  Toby frowned, worried about what they were going to ask. He was already trapped into the bachelor auction. He didn’t need any more traps.

  Chad cleared his throat. “Boy, you remember how you took care of Caro and Lizzie when you were younger? How those two little girls followed you around, willing to do anything you told them to do?”

  Toby nodded, but he was getting a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Yeah, but that was a long time ago.”

  “I know it was, but—but I’m desperate.”

  “What is it, Dad?” Jim asked. “Drew and I could help.”

  “I appreciate the offer, Jim, but I don’t think you and Drew could convince Elizabeth.”

  “Uh-oh,” Jim muttered. “You’re right.”

  Toby looked at Jim sharply, but he didn’t ask what they were talking about. He was pretty sure he knew.

  “Toby,” Chad said, “I want you to talk to Elizabeth about marrying this Cleve. She needs to take some time to think about what she’s doing. The man is a stiff. He doesn’t fit in around here and never will. I think he’s marrying her because he thinks we’ll give him money.”

  “Well, he could be right,” Brett said, grinning. “You’d give him money to get lost.”

  “Yeah, if I thought it would work. But Toby could talk her out of it. Couldn’t you, Toby?”

  “I don’t think—that is, Elizabeth is a woman now. As hardheaded as any of them, Uncle Chad. I don’t think she’d listen to me.”

  “But would you just try?”

  While Toby was trying to figure out how he could turn down Chad’s plea, Pete said, “Makes me glad I only had boys, even if they are ornery.”

  “I think maybe we’re not giving Cleve a chance,” Toby said carefully. “After all, he’s the first one to want to marry into the family. Maybe we’re all over-reacting.”

  Jake shook his head. “It’s not that, son. We’d love to have more babies in the family. But his babies? Ugh! I think you should help Chad out here.”

  “Dad—” Toby began, but he couldn’t resist his stepfather’s request. With a sigh he replied, “Okay, fine, I’ll try to talk to Elizabeth, but I don’t think it will do any good.”

  As if afraid Toby might change his mind suddenly, the older generation fled the kitchen, leaving Toby with his cousins.

  “Sucker,” Toby’s brother said. “You know you can’t talk a woman out of love. Into love, maybe, but not out of love.”

  “What could I do? You saw their faces. I couldn’t say no.”

  “Well, I think—” Russ began when the kitchen door opened.

  Elizabeth walked into the kitchen, her eyes fastened on Toby. “Dad said you wanted to talk to me, Toby. What about?”

  Damn it, they hadn’t even left the timing up to him. “Uh, yeah, but I need to finish the cleaning up.” At least he could stall until he’d gathered his thoughts.

  “Don’t worry about that, Tobe,” Rich sang out, a grin on his face. “We’ll take care of it. Don’t keep Elizabeth waiting.”

  Toby turned away from Elizabeth, so she couldn’t see his expression. “Thanks, Rich, I’ll be sure to pay you back.” His expressions conveyed his meaning to his cousin.

  Rich stepped closer to his brother. “No need,” he said.

  “Oh, yeah, Rich. You know I don’t like to owe anyone.” Toby gave him a fierce smile that wiped the smile off his cousin’s face.

  “Elizabeth, why don’t we walk to the barn. I need to see if Cocoa is doing okay after all our hard work today.”

  She crossed the kitchen to the back door and Toby followed, frantically trying to think how to approach such a delicate subject.

  The night air was cooling these days, ready for the move into fall. Toby took a deep breath. “You warm enough?” he asked.

  “Yes, I’m fine. What’s going on? It seemed to me that the others know what the discussion is about. What do we need to talk about? Are you trying to get out of the bachelor auction?”

  “No, of course not. I gave my word.”

  “Well, then, what?”

  Toby stopped by the corral and propped one of his feet on the lowest rail, hanging his arms over the top one and called to Cocoa. “Do you remember when you named him?”

  Distracted, Elizabeth reached out to pet the horse when he came near. “Of course. I was thrilled. Is he still your favorite?”

  “Yeah. He’s the best ever.” Toby stroked the horse also, until his fingers accidently touched Elizabeth’s. He jerked his hands back. But he figured he’d distracted her from their topic of conversation.

  “So what did Dad ask you to talk about? Cleve?”

  So much for distraction. It didn’t seem to be his specialty. “How did you know?”

  “Because Dad has let me know how disappointed he is about my choice,” Elizabeth stated calmly.

  “And that doesn’t bother you?”

  “Of course it does! But I also don’t think he’s given Cleve a fair shake. And that’s not like Daddy.”

  “Maybe Uncle Chad knows more about Cleve than you do. Can’t you trust your father’s instincts?”

  “Do you trust your father’s instincts?” she asked, turning the tables on him.

  “Of course I do!”

  “Then why did you hit the rodeo trail? You knew he didn’t want you to, didn’t you? We certainly all realized it. He and B.J. were depressed for months after you left.”

  “That’s not fair, Elizabeth. Dad and Mom may not’ve wanted me to go, but there was nothing dangerous about it.”

  Elizabeth laughe
d, but the sound didn’t have any joy in it. “You think rodeoing isn’t dangerous? I beg to differ. What about that man who died early this year because he landed on his head and had a concussion? Do you think his family would say there was nothing dangerous about rodeoing?”

  “He was a beginner. Didn’t know what he was doing.”

  “You were a beginner, too.”

  Toby sighed. He’d known this would be a disaster. “I was experienced. We’d done a lot of rodeoing ever since I was a kid. And we’re not here to discuss the rodeo as a career choice. We’re here to discuss your choice for a husband. Wasn’t there anyone better?”

  “Oh, I see, your theory is I just reached out and blindly selected the first man in sight, and it happened to be an intelligent, handsome man. Poor me.”

  “Your description is inaccurate. I’d say you grabbed a man who is arrogant, insensitive and stupid.”

  “Cleve made straight As and Bs,” she protested hotly!

  “I made straight As, period.” He glared at her.

  “Well, everyone can’t be perfect like Toby Randall!”

  Toby turned his back to her. The temptation to grab her and kiss any thoughts of Cleve out of her head was too tempting. “I told your dad this wouldn’t work.”

  “What wouldn’t work?”

  “He thought since you used to follow me around, you’d listen to my opinion on your choice.”

  “I followed you around when I was a child. And if I remember correctly, I stopped following you around because you made it plain you wanted me to go away so you could neck with your girlfriend!”

  Toby couldn’t hold back a rueful chuckle. “Well, you and Caro did kind of hamper my love life for a while.”

  Elizabeth crossed her arms over her chest and sniffed the night air in disgust. “I can assure you I won’t do so again. But I have the right to ask the same promise from you.”

  “Honey, we’re all only thinking of you. If there’s one change in you I’ve definitely noticed, it’s your stubbornness. But life with Cleve may take all your independence away. Because he’s definitely that kind of man.”

  “And you’re not?” she asked. “What do you call what you’re doing now?”