by Pamela Tracy
He didn’t even make it inside the door.
“Lucky Welch. Wow, I enjoyed watching you! Where you going next?”
The man was a young local and today had been his first competition. Travis Needham, Lucky remembered. He had spunk but was as clumsy as a puppy. He hadn’t known how to handle his draw, scored dead last and had enjoyed every minute of the rodeo. Lucky envied him. The first few years he and Marcus rodeoed had been magic.
“Not sure,” Lucky said as he looked around. There were plenty of familiar faces, but most were seated at tables with no empty spaces.
“Join us,” Travis invited. Us looked to be a young woman and older man, both looking a lot like Travis.
Never look a gift horse in the mouth. His grandfather had actually been talking about horses when he shared the proverb, but today Lucky knew it had more than one meaning. “Thanks.” He sat next to Travis and directly across from the older man. Putting out his hand, he said, “I’m Luc—”
“I know who you are, son.” The man put down his fork and returned the handshake. “Travis has been talking about you for months, ever since you accepted the invitation to headline the rodeo. I’m Fred Needham. Guess you can tell by looking, these two belong to me. Sure enjoyed seeing a pro today.”
“Selena holds a nice rodeo.”
“I’ve seen you compete quite a few times.” Travis’s sister didn’t hold out her hand although she’d set her fork aside the moment he sat down. If anything, she looked a bit reticent.
“Allison, don’t bring it up,” Travis urged.
“Bring what up?” Lucky asked.
“I was at the rodeo, the Denton rodeo,” she whispered. “I’m sorry, so sorry.”
Denton…six months ago, where everything went wrong.
“Yeah, I’m sorry, too.” He looked at Allison. She looked right back at him, and he got the feeling that if it had been up to her, he would not have been invited to join them. He didn’t know why. He’d never seen her before. “Did you know Marcus?”
“I knew him because of Tisha.”
Fred frowned. Lucky waited a moment, trying to figure out if the frown came because of Marcus or Tisha. If he were a father, he’d keep his daughters away from men like Marcus and his sons away from women like Tisha.
Finally, Travis filled in the silence. “Allison and Tisha were roommates for a while. Allison used to rodeo. She was in Denton cheering on a friend.”
Allison nodded. “I used to rodeo. When I practice, I can do the cloverleaf in eighteen seconds without touching a single barrel. When it’s the real thing, the barrels move in front of me.”
Travis nodded. “I’ve seen them sprout legs. Ain’t pretty. Now, the way you ride that bull is magic, Lucky. I didn’t realize your mama had been a one-time rodeo queen here in Selena.”
“I told him,” Fred said. “He just didn’t listen.”
A harried waitress found their table, refilled the Needhams’ iced teas, cleared plates and took Lucky’s order.
Travis took a long drink and then said, “Man, it was a treat to have you competing. This turned out to be the biggest rodeo Selena ever hosted. We had cowboys show up today who always bypass us in favor of Lubbock.”
Lucky smiled. “I had fun.”
“Where’d you learn to sit the bull? My dad’s always helped me, plus all the guys around here do bull outs on Saturday night.”
“You know where Delaney is?”
Fred nodded. “It’s about forty-five miles west of here. Not much there.”
“My grandparents lived there. Grandpa actually competed against the legend Jim Shoulders. I don’t think Grandpa ever won a thing, but man, he loved the bulls. He taught my brother and me what equipment to buy, which hand to favor, how to get off and how to get away.”
“How old were you?” Allison asked.
“He started us when we were ten, but it was mostly play. Then, when we hit thirteen, he took us as far as we’d let him.”
“Only forty-five miles from here.” Travis shook his head. “I had no idea you were so close.”
“It’s a small world,” Lucky agreed. “My mom even went to high school here in Selena.”
There wouldn’t be a better opportunity, so he looked at Allison and said, “So, you traveled with Tisha. Did you know my brother?”
Allison paled. “Tisha was just beginning to date him when I was bunking with her. Pretty soon I didn’t bunk with her anymore. I went on my own—”
“Came back home,” Fred interrupted.
“—soon after they started getting serious.”
“I tried to warn you about that girl,” Fred said.
Allison’s lips pressed together in a look of agitation Lucky knew all too well. “Dad,” she said. “Leave it be.”
“Is that how Marcus met Natalie Crosby, through Tisha?”
“Natalie knew Marcus?” Allison looked surprised. “Really? I didn’t know.”
This was not the response Lucky was hoping for. He’d been thinking he’d hit pay dirt. Really, who would know better than an ex-roommate of Tisha’s?
“Yeah, I think Natalie knew Marcus. We, the family, are still trying to put together the last few months of his life. He wasn’t at home. We’re not sure where he was staying. Guess it wasn’t here.”
“No,” Travis said. “I’d have known if he was here.”
Lucky’s food arrived. He really wasn’t hungry, but Texas hospitality would keep the Needhams with him as long as he was eating, and he had a lot more questions. He took a bite and said, “They look alike, Tisha and Natalie.”
“That’s ’bout all,” Travis said. “Natalie’s lived here all her life. Tisha just came for summers. All the guys liked Tisha.”
“They like Natalie, too?”
“It was a different kind of like,” Allison said, looking at Lucky with suspicion. It was definitely time to change the subject.
“What happened to Natalie’s leg?” Lucky asked.
Fred answered this one. “The rodeo. All the girls, Allison, Natalie, even Tisha, were into barrel racing.”
“Natalie was great,” Allison said. “When we were fifteen, she could do the clover in twenty seconds. No one else could. Sure made Tisha mad.”
“She fell during the rodeo you just competed in,” Fred said. “Her horse went right and she went left. She landed on one of the barrels. We didn’t know how bad it was until later.”
“She finished the school semester in a wheelchair,” Allison added.
“A few months later,” Fred continued, “her dad sold all the horses. Natalie hasn’t ridden since.”
Lucky pushed his plate away. All that was left was a few crumbs. “She have a boyfriend?”
“Why, you interested?” Allison asked.
The table grew silent, and Lucky shook his head. “Just curious.”
Fred pulled out his wallet and placed some money on the table. “Right now, Natalie doesn’t need any more complications. Not with her dad so recently deceased.” He looked at Lucky. “You do what? Way more than a hundred rodeos a year? Do you even remember the name of the last girl you paid attention to?”
This conversation had definitely taken a turn Lucky wasn’t prepared for. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Fred took that as an answer. Then, he stood and looked at Allison. “It’s about time to set the babysitter free. What say we head home?”
Allison stood, looking relieved, shot Lucky a look he couldn’t read and followed her dad out the door.
“I take it Natalie’s a touchy subject?”
Travis just shook his head. “Not usually, but her father died just a few weeks ago, and some are saying he was having money troubles. Dad thinks she’s in danger of losing her home.”
“What about Robby’s father? Is he helping?”
“No one knows who Robby’s father is.”
Later, Lucky stared out the window of Mary’s room at a full moon. He didn’t get along well with his father, never had, but Lucky couldn’t imagi
ne his dad suddenly being gone. Lucky should have asked more questions about Natalie’s family. He weighed his options. Child support, money for Marcus’s son was no problem, but it would certainly come with strings. His parents, especially his mother, would want to be involved in the child’s life. There were also aunts, uncles, cousins, friends…
Lucky’s last thought, before drifting off to sleep, was just how Marcus had kept this a secret and why?
Natalie stretched. All morning she’d battled fatigue and stress, and wouldn’t you know it, she’d done some of her best work. Glancing at the printout, she then looked at the screen, checked all the spelling and once again made sure the video trailer she’d created took only seconds to load.
She usually didn’t get to work this late in the morning. Usually, by now, she was watching The Wiggles with Robby. She’d been lucky seven years ago, when she’d created a Web site in a high school computer class. The teacher liked her design and introduced her to his wife, who’d started designing Web pages as a stay-at-home job. Natalie and she became business partners. When Natalie got older and her partner had two more children, Natalie took over the business and it grew.
It had paid for college so that her father didn’t have to. It had helped support her and Robby. But it hadn’t covered everything. Natalie needed to gain more clients now.
“Mommy, milk.”
“Sure, Robby. When did you wake up?”
“When my eyes opened.”
She pushed the laptop toward the middle of the table and stood. Julia Child had nothing to worry about. Natalie’s idea of a good breakfast was a pancake she could pop in the microwave and a cold glass of milk.
Robby, a boy of few words in the morning, got himself a plate and paper towel, and then climbed up on Pop Pop’s chair and waited.
A minute later, the newspaper hit the front door and the pancakes were ready.
Robby got the paper; Natalie set the food out.
The front page of the Selena Gazette featured the rodeo, make that the rodeo star.
A bit of pancake lodged in Natalie’s throat. She tried to swallow, but coughed. Half of her glass of milk soaked the front of her shirt; the other half splashed onto the floor. She quickly grabbed a rag. Usually, it was Robby’s spilled milk. Unlike her, he didn’t cry over the mess. But then, she really wasn’t crying about the milk.
After a moment, she sat back at the table and stared at Monday’s newspaper. There he was. A winner. The picture had been taken yesterday, as Lucky conducted something called Cowboy Church. Standing next to him, with admiration written on her face, was a local girl, a Realtor’s daughter.
She’d expected Lucky to show up yesterday. It had taken every ounce of courage not to turn off the lights, shut the curtains and move heavy furniture in front of the door. But instead of showing up at her door, the Big Bad Wolf had been at church.
She glanced at the newspaper article. Cowboy Church? Okay, maybe Big Bad Wolf was an unfair moniker. And, in truth, she’d started this fiasco—she and her big mouth.
Lucky had looked shocked by her announcement—and her demand.
Even from the grainy black-and-white picture, Natalie could see what made him more than a typical cowboy. He had a magnetism that upset her stomach. She wanted to blame the pancake, but in all honesty, it was Lucky who sent the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
Natalie had wondered all along if Marcus hadn’t told his family. That would explain why they’d left her alone. Until her dad’s death, she hadn’t cared, really, hadn’t needed help or money.
She should have waited, thought this through, not acted on impulse. Of course, impulse was what brought Robby into her life.
Robby slurped the last of his milk. “I’m finished,” he announced, pushing away the plate. In a moment, he was out of the chair, into the living room and back in the kitchen wearing Pop Pop’s cowboy hat. Too big, it had the habit of falling in Robby’s eyes, and he whipped it off and let out a whoop. Since yesterday, he’d continually ridden a broom around the house. Even worse, he’d gotten really good at pretending to fall off.
He hit the ground, pure rodeo landing, and she flinched.
Pop Pop would have had the video camera out.
What had Natalie been thinking?
She hadn’t!
The loss of her father and the muddle of his finances must have rendered her temporarily insane. It was the only explanation for her behavior.
Robby galloped back into the room. “Mommy, go park?”
Natalie nodded. “We’ll go to the bank, and then to the park.”
That was good enough for Robby. He dismounted, carefully guided his broom horse to lean against the oven and ran to get his favorite train. After she’d cleared up the dishes and zipped Robby into his jacket, they were out the door and heading toward town.
Selena had one bank. Its claim to fame wasn’t beauty. It was as rectangular as a cracker box and too small for the town. But change came slowly to Selena and not even the town’s most forward-thinking seemed inclined to fix what wasn’t really broken.
Mondays were busy, which explained why Natalie managed to get past the tellers without chitchat.
Unfortunately, Robby wasn’t about to miss an opportunity.
“Hi, Allie,” Robby chirped.
Allison Needham grinned at him, still counting money without missing a beat.
“Morning, Allison,” Natalie said. On top of everything else, Natalie always worried that maybe Allison knew a bit too much. After all, she’d been Tisha’s friend back when Tisha came to Selena to spend summers. Then, later, when Allison decided to give rodeoing a shot, she’d followed after Tisha, who was giving rodeoing a different kind of shot.
Just as Natalie walked toward the bank president’s office, Walter Hughes came out of it. Seven years ago, it had been his office. Now, it was his son’s. He stopped when he saw Natalie, handed Robby a peppermint from his pocket and said, “You need anything, little girl?”
“I’m hoping your son has a few minutes to give me.”
Timothy Hughes, who’d sat across from Natalie in almost every class in grade school, and who’d been her first high school crush, came to the door. “Natalie? Come on in.”
Walter looked at his son and Timothy nodded. “You mind if I sit in?” Walter asked.
Her eyes started pooling. Walt had thinning gray hair, like Dad. He wore the same kind of casual clothes. He still opened doors for women, and he made her miss her father all over again.
“No, not a bit.”
“Let me pull Allison away from the front,” Timothy said. “She can watch Robby for a few minutes.”
Robby willingly took Allison’s hand, and Allison headed out the front door and down the sidewalk. Robby loved to walk. He could walk up and down the street for hours, seeing the same sights, saying “hi” to the same people, and never get bored.
It took a few minutes for Timothy to gather the files and punch up her information on the computer. Walter chewed his bottom lip and perused a copy of her father’s will. Yesterday, while Robby napped, she’d spent two hours itemizing what she had, what she didn’t have and what she was unsure about. She’d gone over the will in detail and listed her tangible property. Now, she had very specific questions. Timothy couldn’t answer her concern about the life insurance, but he could show how a good deal of money had gone into a new roof, new air-conditioning and taxes. After playing with the numbers, what she had and what she could earn, he agreed with her assessment. She could make it about three months.
Walter was the one with questions. “I think I know all of your dad’s tangible personal property, and I’m as surprised as you are that he used the business as collateral for a loan, but, Natalie, were there deeds to any other properties?”
“None, and I would have known.”
“And insurance?”
“The only one I found paid for his funeral.”
Timothy’s face finally changed expression. “Are you sure there’
s not something in your dad’s safe-deposit box? Could you have missed seeing the policy?”
Natalie gripped the arms of the chair. She’d been so careful with the paperwork, with what was in the house. “I didn’t even know he had a safe-deposit box. I certainly don’t have the key.”
Hope, Natalie started feeling a dim hope. It made her sit taller, but only for a moment, because the feeling of hope was just as quickly followed by fear. Why hadn’t she known about the box? What if it was empty? Or what if it just held some of her mother’s jewelry—worth a little but not a lot.
Still, hope flared a bit. What if the missing funds were somehow accounted for inside the safe-deposit box?
Then she’d have involved the Welch family for nothing.
“Think you can find the key?” Timothy interrupted her scrambled thoughts.
“I—”
“We’re not messing with that,” Walter said. “I’ll make a call. We’ll drill it open in no time.”
“Dad, that costs almost a hundred—”
“Exactly what we should pay for not notifying Natalie about the safe-deposit box sooner.”
An hour later, Natalie knew that approaching Lucky Welch for money was, indeed, the last thing she should have done. Her dad had kept his promise in the form of bank bonds, lots of bank bonds. Barring a catastrophe, they had enough to stay afloat for two to three years, not even counting Natalie’s income.
It did raise a few questions while still leaving others unanswered. Natalie still didn’t know why her father had cleaned out the checking account or borrowed against his half of the business.
“Mommy, we go park now?” Robby was at the office door, Allison behind him.
“It’s like having Jasmin come visit me at work,” Allison said. Her daughter was only a little older than Robby. “She loves to walk, too.”
“Thanks, Allison,” Walter said. “Natalie, I’m thinking you need some cash now. Would you like to turn in a few bonds and then maybe meet with your dad’s financial advisor about what to do with the rest?”
Natalie could only nod.
Her money troubles were over for now, but she had new troubles and they were by no means over and may never be.
