by Woods, Emily
Although he knew he wouldn't be able to tell the entire truth, or rather he didn't want to, Alex realized that he wouldn't be able to use the immigrant story. So, in that moment, he changed his plan. He'd answer questions as truthfully as possibly without giving too much away.
Alex had no desire to hurt his biological father or disrupt his life in any way. In fact, the very opposite was true. His grandparents had alluded to the fact that he'd been so distraught after the death of his wife that he plunged into a deep depression and couldn't cope with his own life, let alone raising a young son. But he’d always wondered why his father had never made any attempt to contact him over the past fourteen years. That was what he was here to find out.
“Thank you for the advice. I'll start again. My name is Alex Rogers, and I'm looking for a job. I have no experience, but I'm hardworking and willing to do anything.”
Kate nodded, smiling with satisfaction. “That's much better. Now, why don't you come in the house and meet the family. The younger ones are just back from school and my aunt Marge is baking up a storm.”
He had siblings, but his brain couldn’t register that right now. “What about my horse?”
With great pity, she looked at the beast that had seemed fine to him in town. “It'd be kind to turn her loose, but I suppose you should put her in the barn. Give her a good rubdown and some oats. There's a water trough in each stall.”
He knew how to do this part well enough and hurried to comply. At least his private education hadn't been all in vain. While giving the horse, which he decided to name Lady, a good currying, the reality that he was about to enter a house where a number of his half-siblings lived suddenly hit him full force. Having been an only child his whole life, he'd longed for siblings, but never let himself dream about having any. Now he was going to meet them.
Cold sweat broke out along his spine, and he thought perhaps he couldn't do this after all. It was too much, and he wasn't prepared. What was he going to say? How would he keep his identity a secret? Would he even be able to resist telling them who he was?
One thing he did know what that this horse would not be able to take him back into town now, so at the very least, he was stuck here for a day. She would need at least that long to rest, if not more. On stumbling legs, he made his way up to the house and knocked on the door. When it was opened by a boy who looked to be about ten or so, Alex could barely breathe. He felt he was looking at a picture of himself taken eight years ago.
“Hi. I'm Lucas. Mom said to come right in.”
Hearing the boy speak jolted Alex into action, and he followed him. In the kitchen, he noticed an older woman in front of the stove stirring something. At the large wooden table sat two little girls, each in braids and enjoying a snack of milk and cookies. The one looked at him and then quickly ducked her head, but the other spoke up boldly.
“Hello. You’re Alex and I'm Jane and I'm seven. This is Susie and she's eight, but she don't like strangers much.”
Kate released a sigh. “She doesn't like strangers,” she echoed, putting the stress on the correction. “And you don't need to draw attention to her. Alex, please have a seat and don't mind the children. I'm afraid to say that I haven't been able to instill fine manners in them.”
“Oh, that doesn't bother me in the least,” he managed to reply. It surprised him that he could talk at all, given the lump in his throat. In the span of five seconds, he met three people who were blood relations. He was surprised that he didn't break down altogether.
“And these are all your children?” he asked quietly, trying not to sound as excited as he felt.
“Ah, no. I have any older daughter, Maddie. She's nineteen and likes to ride with the hands.”
Alex couldn't immediately register that information. How could his father have a daughter who was the same as he was? Then the answer came to him.
“She has a different father,” he said without thinking.
Kate gave him a funny look. “How did you know that?”
Too late he released his mistake, but was able to cover it up quickly. “Oh, I guessed. The, uh, age difference.”
She continued to look at him oddly, but nodded as though she accepted his answer. “Yes, she was six when we came out here to live with my aunt. Her father was killed when she was young, but Luke is her father in every way that matters.”
A prickle of something unpleasant pushed through his excitement. How was it that Luke could adopt a little girl just five years after leaving him with his grandparents? While Kate's daughter enjoyed having Luke for a father, he had been stuck with his grandparents. Then he knew the emotion. It was jealousy.
“I’m very sorry for prying.”
His voice was cold and formal, but Kate didn’t seem to notice. “Oh, that's alright. It's not a secret or anything.”
The older woman in the kitchen introduced herself. “You can just call me Aunt Marge,” she told him. “Everyone else does.”
“We call you Gram,” Jane corrected her solemnly and then turned to Alex. “It's short for Great Aunt Marge. Do you get it?”
His sister's voice broke through his fog. His sister was talking to him…his sister! He could barely register the fact, but choked out, “Um, yes, I believe so.”
Lucas looked at him with great interest. “You don't talk like you're from around here. You sound a little like Ma. Where were you born?”
“In Pennsylvania,” he answered truthfully. “Philadelphia to be exact.”
“That's where Luke is from!” Kate exclaimed with a smile. “Oh, the two of you will have some things to talk about.”
Jane and Lucas peppered him with more questions about his childhood, and he found it easy to talk to them, a delight even. After an hour had passed, even Susie was joining the conversation. He'd made some effort to draw her out and found himself so caught up in the conversation that half an hour passed without his notice.
“Time to ring the dinner bell,” Aunt Marge announced. “Whose turn is it today?”
“Mine!” Jane answered immediately, but Kate frowned.
“I don't think so. You did it yesterday. It's Susie's turn.”
“That's okay,” the little girl murmured. “I don't mind.”
“No, Jane has to wait until tomorrow. Susie, please go and ring it.”
The girl hesitated, gave her younger sister an apologetic look, and slid off her chair. A moment later, Alex heard the sound of a bell resounding. He understood that it was meant to bring the others in for dinner. His heart raced. The moment when he was going to finally meet his father was quickly approaching.
He stood and shuffled his feet back and forth.
“I wonder if I should check on my horse,” he said nervously.
“She's fine, I'm sure,” Kate said with a smile. She misinterpreted his anxiety. “Don't worry about anything. Luke is a good man and will give you a fair chance.”
Her words were put to the test when twenty minutes later, several men pushed through the door. It was easy to see who Luke was in the crowd.
Tall, fair-haired, and tanned, his father entered the room last and smiled at his wife, walking to her directly and kissing her in view of everyone. Alex almost blushed.
“Smells good in here,” he commented, his voice deep and rich. Alex drank in the sight and sound of him. Finally… Finally, the moment was here. He was going to meet his father.
“Roast,” she replied, returning his smile. “And we have a guest, in case you didn’t notice. Luke, this is Alex. He's hoping you'll take him on.”
Then Luke turned and fastened curious eyes on Alex. For a very brief second, a hint of sadness passed over his face, but then the look was gone and he was walking toward him, a smile on his face and hand outstretched.
“Nice to meet you, Alex. How are you?”
“Uh, fine, sir,” he said stiffly, shaking his father's hand. He couldn't know how he was going to feel, but he didn't expect this instant connection. There was an instant connection in wh
ich he thought he would forgive Luke everything for leaving him behind, no explanation required. His jealousy and bitterness battled the desire to bask in his father's warmth and sincere greeting. “Your wife has been most kind in allowing me to wait for your arrival.”
One or two of the men snickered, and Alex suddenly felt self-conscious about his manner of speaking.
“Wouldn't hurt you oafs to learn some manners,” Aunt Marge scolded them, earning her a firm spot in Alex's heart. “I, for one, am real glad to hear someone speak so well, so never mind this uneducated bunch, Alex.”
“Your accent sounds familiar,” Luke commented, taking his seat at the table and nodding to the seat next to him, indicating that Alex sit beside him. “Where are you from?”
“Philadelphia, sir,” he replied, struggling to keep his voice even. “I heard you're from there as well.”
Surprise and pleasure lit Luke's features. “Yes, I am. Although it's been a long time since I've been there.”
“Nineteen years,” Alex murmured, his words tumbling out before he could think, but Luke just grinned and glanced at his wife.
“Guess you've been talking to my wife.”
Swallowing hard, Alex nodded. “She mentioned something.”
Luke nodded, completely unsuspicious. “Well, let's pray and then eat. We can talk after dinner, if that suits you?”
He nodded. What choice did he have?
3
Several miles away from the Triple Range Ranch Main House, another family was also dining with a guest in the house. It was the house that Alex had spotted in the distance when he arrived.
“I can't believe you're truly here,” Valerie exclaimed warmly, reaching over to grasp her younger sister's hand. “And you've become so beautiful.”
Christina tried to reciprocate her sister's enthusiasm, but the combination of the long trip and the knowledge she'd been sent here as a kind of reprimand made her reaction lukewarm.
“Well, it has been many years since you abandoned us.” The comment was sharp, and Christina was somewhat satisfied to see her sister pull back and frown.
“That's putting it rather harshly, don't you think? You know the reason I left.”
She nodded and looked down in disdain at the chicken on her plate. She speared the tiniest piece, but before putting it into her mouth, she said, “To find your one true love.” Her voice was laced with cynicism. As she put the bit of food into her mouth, she spared Thomas the briefest glance.
However, her disdain had no effect on him. He grinned and nodded. “And glad I am of that. Every day, I heartily thank God for giving her the courage to hunt me down.”
Valerie laughed a little, probably trying to cover the hurt she felt by her sister's words. “Well, now, the alternative was quite dismal, wasn't it? I was not about to marry that old man our parents had decided would be a good match.”
“He died last year,” Christina informed her, straight-faced. “If you had married him, you would be a wealthy widow now.”
There was silence for a few seconds before Valerie and Thomas's oldest child, Jamie, asked, “What's a widow, Mama?”
“Never you mind,” she replied, shooting Christina a warning glance. “Please keep in mind that there are young children about.”
Not feeling the least bit repentant, Christina kept picking at her meal. After a few more bites, she pushed the plate away and looked up expectantly, then gave a little shake of her head.
“I still cannot believe you don't have any servants. Literally, not one? Not even someone to help with the laundry?”
Valerie was looking less and less like she was glad that Christina had come for a visit, for that was what this was supposed to be, although Christina wasn’t sure. Their father has said that she was far too entitled and needed to see life from a different perspective. Even though he hadn't been happy that Valerie had left, he was now proud of the kind of life she was leading. Christina had no idea why.
At least the children were cute. Apart from nine-year-old Jamie, there were two others, Matthew at seven and Jessica, who was five. However, she drew the line at being called 'Aunt' or 'Auntie.'
“I'm only eighteen years old, Valerie, not some doddering spinster in my sixties.”
Valerie had laughed at that, but Christina didn't know why until much later when she met one of the owners of the ranch, who was in her sixties and very far from doddering.
After dinner, the children read and played while the adults talked. Christina didn’t feel especially chatty, and soon excused herself.
“I know you wake with the chickens, but I’m terribly tired so I hope you won’t mind if I sleep a little later.”
They assured her it was fine, so she bid them all good night and took herself to her room. When she entered, she shook her head in dismay. What a change in status she had to make. Her sister had anticipated as much.
“We've arranged it so that you can have a bedroom to yourself, but don't expect much,” Valerie had warned. “The bed has clean sheets and a warm quilt, but it won't compare it to what you have back home.”
When Christina had seen the room, she couldn't suppress a small gasp of shock. “This is how you sleep? Oh, Val, was it really all worth it?”
At that moment, Valerie's eyes had become soft and a beatific smile wreathed her face. “Absolutely.”
She wanted to believe her, but couldn't quite get there. Supposedly, real love made living in this barbaric manner worthwhile, but not having experienced the emotion herself, Christina was not convinced.
That night, she managed to get some sleep, but when she woke the next morning, it was with a sense of dread.
“This house is awfully drafty,” she complained to her sister over a warmed-up breakfast. As predicted, she hadn’t risen until late and the others had finished and were busy doing other things. It was Saturday, so there was no school, and the children could be heard playing in the yard. “You should really do something about that.”
Valerie didn't seem to take any offense. “Just you wait until winter.”
She had no intention of being here for winter, which was over six months away. If she had her way, she'd be back on the train east today.
Despite the lack of comforts and conveniences, Christina begrudgingly admitted that her sister was happy and that there was a certain kind of charm to this lifestyle. Even though she wasn't a huge fan of nature, she could admit that the jagged mountains did look beautiful with the sun shining on their snow-capped peaks.
“Do you want to ride today?” Valerie asked. “Thomas has offered to stay with the children so I can show you around the homestead.”
Christina glanced at her sister's husband. “How are you able to manage that? I thought ranch life was all work, day in, day out, from sunrise to sunset.”
“I'm not really a rancher. We don't own this land; I just work on it.”
Now she was really surprised. “What are you saying? I thought you were!”
“I don't believe I ever said so,” Valerie replied dryly. “Thomas is a specialist in horse training and also makes rounds to the other ranches as a veterinarian.”
“He's an animal doctor?” she gasped. “Does Daddy know?”
“Yes, dearest. He knows and is proud. I'm surprised he never mentioned it to you.”
Christina had been against this trip from the start, but more and more, she couldn't fathom why her parents had insisted that she come. And now, to find out all this?
Still, she had no choice but to make the best of it.
“Fine, I'll go on a ride. I'm just glad I brought my riding outfit.”
“Oh, you won't need anything so fancy,” Valerie declared. “Just a good pair of boots will do.”
Nevertheless, she insisted and showed up to the barn an hour later decked out in a high-fashion outfit, the likes of which had never been seen in these parts of Montana.
“I hope you'll be comfortable,” Valerie said dubiously. “But we can stop whenever you like.”
Christina was shocked to see Valerie wearing pants, but her sister explained, “We only have one side saddle, and I figured you would want to use it. That's fine. I got used to riding astride. It's more convenient anyway.”
She shook her head but muttered thanks, then looked around for someone to give her a boost.
“If you're not able to mount on your own, bring your horse over to the fence. There's no one around to help.”
Thomas should have come out, she thought, but she refrained from saying so and did as Valerie instructed. After a few failed attempts, she managed to get on the horse and held herself upright as she'd been taught.
“I know this is a disappointment to you, but I hope you'll do your best to enjoy your time here,” Valerie said mildly as they started out. “There's nothing like this back in New York.”
A cutting comment came to mind, but Christina held her tongue. It wasn't Valerie's doing that she was here, well, not directly anyway. “Yes, I can see it's beautiful,” she admitted begrudgingly, but then something else caught her eye. “Who lives in that house there? I wondered yesterday when Thomas drove by, but I was too exhausted to ask.”
“That's where Luke Winston and his wife live with their family. He's the owner, well, part-owner anyway.”
“How many owners are there exactly?” She wasn't particularly interested, but it was polite to ask.
“Three including Carl Bowman, who added onto the ranch a number of years back. Now it’s the largest in pretty much all of Montana.”
“I see. Too bad Thomas couldn't have joined in.”
Valerie looked annoyed. “We're happy as we are, Chris.”
“Ugh, don't call me that, if you please. It sounds like the name of a woman who works as a scullery maid or some such. Now, should we call on Missus Winston?”
Christina thought she saw Valerie smile, but then her head ducked down so fast she couldn't be sure.
“Yes, I think we should. I'm sure she'll be very glad to make your acquaintance.”
