Maddie Inherits a Cowboy

by Jeannie Watt

  “Oh, good heavens, no.”

  “Uh…”

  “All the boxes are rented. You simply have your mail sent here to general delivery and I’ll make sure you get it. If you leave your phone number, I’ll give you a call whenever you get something.”

  Wow. Talk about service. Only one small problem. “My phone doesn’t work at the ranch.”

  “Do you have an iPhone?” the postmistress guessed. “You must, because that service provider isn’t available in this area. If it was, I’d have one of those phones in a heartbeat.”

  “Yes, they are nice,” Madeline agreed. Just not around here.

  “I’ll call Ty if you get mail.”

  “Thanks,” Madeline said, realizing this was her only option. It wouldn’t kill Ty to let her know if she had mail, and she didn’t foresee getting any. All she was doing was covering her bases, just in case Everett needed to send legal documents or something related to the case.

  “So, how is Ty doing?” There was obvious concern in the postmistress’s voice.

  “Umm, he seems…” Cranky? Off-putting? Madeline shrugged helplessly, hoping it was answer enough. The postmistress appeared satisfied.

  “We’ve been worried about him. His dad lived in the area and Ty used to visit during the holidays while he was growing up.”

  “His father’s a local?”

  “Ty’s family has a long legacy here. In fact, your ranch was one of the original Hopewell properties. I know he was happy to buy it back.”

  “I bet he was,” Madeline said drily, tucking that in formation away.

  “He attended community functions when he first moved here, but after the accident…well…like I said.

  We’ve been worried.”

  “I’ll pass that along.”

  The postmistress’s eyes widened. “Oh, no. Don’t do that. We’ll never see him if you do. Ty’s shy, you know.”

  No, she didn’t know. Did shy people snap at their business partners and accuse them of going for the jugular—which was a ridiculous accusation? Madeline faked a smile. “Mum’s the word,” she agreed.

  “Thank you.” The woman beamed, satisfied that her concern was still a secret. “By the way, my name is Susan. Why don’t you take a look at our community bulletin board over there by the window and see if there’s anything that might interest you while you’re here. We’re going to have our school Christmas pageant in two weeks and then there’s the community Christmas party in the park. That’s always a lovely event.”

  Madeline did peruse the board, which was neatly organized, each flyer and card carefully dated. There were items for sale—a goat that was specifically noted as being a pet goat, not an eating goat; an aluminum fishing boat that needed to be patched; a barely used dinette set that hadn’t fit into the newlyweds’ small trailer. A guy named Manny would clean your chimney and someone named Toni would tutor kids in math. There was a quilting club and a crafts club—new members welcome. Madeline wondered how many new members there could be in such a closed environment.

  “Oh!” she exclaimed, causing Susan to look up at her. “I need to find some firewood.”

  The postmistress shook her head. “You’ll have to go to the feed store in Wesley for that.”

  “I can’t order and have it delivered?”

  Another shake of the head. “Not unless you want to pay an arm and a leg.”

  An arm and a leg didn’t sound like such a bad asking price for warmth.

  “No one local has wood?”

  Susan reached under the counter and pulled out a 4x6 card. “Let’s make an ad.” She passed the card and a marker to Madeline, who hesitated for only a moment before writing “Wanted: firewood. Half a cord will suffice.”

  As soon as she’d done so, she wished she hadn’t written the word suffice. “I don’t know Ty’s phone number.”

  Susan smiled as she handed her an oversize, laminated paper that apparently served as the local phone book. There were approximately a hundred names in alphabetical order. Madeline wrote Ty’s number on the ad.

  “Shall I hang it?”

  “No. I’ll do that. You’d better get back up that mountain if you’re going to beat the storm.

  “I will. Thank you for all your help.”

  “Oh, Madeline…” Susan called from behind the counter. “Ty has some mail. Would you like to take it to him?”

  “Sure.” What else could she say? But as Madeline took the bundle, she couldn’t help but wonder if she and Susan were committing a federal crime. Could mail be released to just anyone? If Susan wasn’t going to tell, neither was she.

  TY CHECKED THE COW TWICE before Sam finally showed up—thankfully, an hour early.

  “Did you happen to see a small car in a snowbank on your way up?” he asked the vet conversationally.“No, but there was a strange car in front of the post office. A blue Subaru.”

  So she’d made it to town. Would she make it back before the snow started? He hoped so. He had stuff to do, a cow to move.

  He and Sam rode the tractor out to where the cow lay, and then Sam went to work examining the animal, which still gave no response.

  “You’re right. Calving paralysis,” Sam finally said. “Do you want me to autopsy the calf?”

  “Not this time.” Madeline probably wouldn’t want to spend the money. Besides, the calf was frozen.

  Sam glanced across the field to the barn. “We’ll need to get her somewhere where you can tend to her.”

  “Yeah,” Ty said darkly. Tending to her meant either supporting her in a sling or turning her four times a day so that her weight didn’t damage her nerves or lungs. Right now the challenge was getting her to the barn.

  “I have a pretty sturdy gate,” he said, shifting his gaze from the cow to the vet. The problem with ranching alone was that there was rarely another pair of hands when needed—that and the very real possibility of getting hurt and not being able to summon help. “I couldn’t come up with a way to manhandle her onto it myself.”

  “I’ll lend a hand,” Sam said drily.

  Ty grinned. “I appreciate it.”

  The two men walked back to the tractor. “So who’s driving the Subaru that isn’t in the snowbank?”

  “My late partner’s sister.”

  “Is she going to become an active partner?”

  “Not if I can help it.” Ty was surprised at the bitterness in his voice. He made a stab at damage control after Sam sent him a questioning look. “She’s a college professor and doesn’t exactly fit in here. Plus…she kind of knows a lot, if you get my drift.”

  “Yeah,” Sam said. “I think I do.”

  They drove back to the barn and chained the heavy metal gate to the back of the tractor like a sled, then returned to the cow, where between the two of them they managed to roll the animal onto it and tow her back to the barn. Sam rode with the cow, which acted as if she were pulled through the snow on a makeshift toboggan on a regular basis.

  Once the cow was in the barn, Ty and Sam got her arranged on the sling Sam had brought with him, then used the tractor bucket to lift her and attach the sling to supports on the metal rafters. Both men were breathing hard when they got done. The cow, on the other hand, seemed happy to be off the ground.

  Ty had only had this happen once before, with an older cow, and she’d regained the use of her hindquarters within a matter of days after calving. That wasn’t always the case, however.

  “How long shall I give her?” he asked the vet.

  Sam ran a hand over the stubble on his jaw. “If she’s not back on her feet in two weeks, tops, then…” He gestured philosophically.

  Ty nodded. This was an expensive cow.

  “Let’s go to the truck and I’ll give you the meds. Just yell if you have any more trouble. It’s been pretty slow this month, so I should be available.”

  “Thanks.” Ty walked with Sam to his panel truck. “One more thing. If you do happen to see that little car stuck somewhere…”

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sp; Sam grinned. “You’ll be the first guy I call.”

  CONNOR WASN’T ANSWERING his phone. Madeline closed her eyes, her shoulders sinking as she released a frustrated breath and let her head fall back against the seat rest of her car. Ninety-nine percent of the time, she maintained a high level of self-control, but right now she was edging into one-percent territory.

  Right.Who was she trying to kid? She’d been making regular sorties into one-percent territory since being relieved of her teaching duties. Probably her stupidest move was when she’d ignored Everett’s advice and tried to talk to Dr. Jensen in the staff parking lot. When she’d stepped out from behind her car and into his path, her former mentor’s expression had been first surprised and then cold. All he’d said was, “I can’t discuss the case.”

  “It’s not like I’m wearing a wire,” Madeline had replied in as wry of a voice as she could manage, stung that the man who’d helped build her career was treating her like a leper. Surely the coldness was a facade. When Jensen shook his head and pushed past her, though, she’d known he was serious. He couldn’t or wouldn’t discuss the case.

  Later, when she’d come to her senses, she was able to see that he’d had legal reasons for not speaking to her, perhaps even for being so cold and unemotional. But all she’d wanted was a bit of reassurance. A look, a wink, a hint that all would be well. He, of all people, knew how important her studies and her job were to her. It wouldn’t have killed him to do something to ease her mind.

  She tossed the phone onto the seat beside her and put her idling car into gear. No sounding board today. She was on her own—a feeling she’d become quite familiar with over the past several weeks.

  CHAPTER SIX

  IT WAS A FEW MINUTES after one o’clock and Madeline still wasn’t back. Sam hadn’t called, as he’d promised to do if he saw the blasted woman stuck somewhere, so she had to be off doing…something.

  None of your business.Ty headed out to the barn to check the cow. Dark clouds obliterated the top of Lone Summit. The snow would start falling soon. A headache started to throb near his temples.

  It was a hell of a lot easier to tell himself that if she got into trouble it was none of his business than to believe it. She wouldn’t be here if Skip was still alive. If Madeline Blaine got herself into trouble, it was Ty’s job to get her out again. Like it or not, insulted or not, he owed it to Skip, so he felt a small surge of relief when Alvin suddenly went on alert while Ty was dragging straw bales close to the cow in preparation for bedding changes. The collie never barked at intruders, only at other animals, but there was no mistaking his message. Madeline was back.

  When Ty left the barn a few minutes later, Alvin close at his heels, he found Madeline’s car parked next to Skip’s house, and he had to admit to being impressed. Not many people, including her brother, could have driven that little beast up Lone Summit Road. Madeline had a talent.

  A few minutes after he was back inside, she knocked on the door. He kept his expression carefully blank as he answered, determined to keep it businesslike between them, regardless of any tactless accusations that might pop out of her mouth. Madeline stood on the top porch step, looking professorial in a dressy navy wool coat, white blouse and black slacks underneath it. Her straight dark hair just brushed her shoulders from under a classic beret. The only way she could have looked more out of place would have been if she was wearing a skirt. Or maybe a swimsuit.

  She held out a new bottle of 409 cleaner. “Thank you for the loan.”

  He took the bottle without arguing that it was a lot fuller than the one he’d lent her. “You’re welcome.”

  One corner of her mouth tightened in an expression of uncertainty—the first he’d ever seen on her face. “I also have your mail. The postmistress suggested I bring it to you. I hope that was all right. It was hard to say no, and I was very careful not to lose any.”

  As if she could. There were four rubber bands holding the catalogs, newspapers and magazines into a U-shape, with the letters and cards tightly sandwiched in the middle. He could see the colorful envelopes of Christmas cards in the bundle.

  “Probably just junk mail, anyway.” He shifted his weight. “I think we should have a sit-down.”

  Her eyebrows lifted slightly. What had she thought? That he was going to spend his days dodging her? Or that he needed more time to cook the books?

  “When would be a convenient for you?” she asked politely.

  “How about this afternoon?” The sooner he got this over with, the better.

  “How about tomorrow?” The words shot out of her mouth and this time his eyebrows rose. “I have to get that house cleaned.” She sounded almost desperate. She may even have suppressed a shudder. Well, it wasn’t his fault she was living there.

  “Tomorrow then. Ten o’clock.”

  “Ten o’clock.” She glanced past him in the general direction of his home office, formerly the dining room, where his computer screen saver was flashing a slide show of Piedmontese cattle. “If you don’t mind me asking, what cellular company do you use?”

  “It’s local.”

  “It provides internet?”

  “It does.” Ty wondered if she’d been comparing service packages and wanted him to switch.

  “I don’t get service here.”

  Ah. “Do you have an iPhone?”

  “Yes.”

  “That would explain it. We don’t—”

  “Have that service at the ranch. I know. It seems strange to me to have areas where some services work and others don’t.”

  “Welcome to the rural West,” Ty replied drily, then waited to see if she was angling to use his computer or phone. If so, she was going to have to come out and ask.

  She didn’t.

  “I’ll see you at ten o’clock.” She took a small backward step, still holding his gaze and apparently forgetting she was at the edge of the stairs. Ty automatically reached out, but she regained her balance before he could touch her. He dropped his hand. Madeline’s eyes shifted from his hand to his face, her cheeks flushing slightly.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said in a stiff voice.

  “Ten o’clock,” he repeated, for want of anything better to say.

  She left without another word, stalking away along the snowy path. Ty watched her go, following the motion of her hips beneath the soft wool coat before he caught himself. Not the woman to be ogling, even if she did have a nice ass. He wished he hadn’t noticed, but he had.

  He went back into the house and firmly closed the door. Maybe he needed a little time away from the ranch.

  SCRUBBING ALWAYS HAD A therapeutic effect on Madeline. After her suspension, she’d scrubbed her apartment floors twice, and then she’d started on the walls. The difference between her apartment and this double-wide was that her apartment hadn’t needed cleaning. Every surface in Skip’s house turned to mud when water was applied. She washed, rinsed, washed again. Finally, after two and a half hours, she was satisfied, but not exhausted enough to take a nap, as she’d hoped.

  Too much to think about, but for once it didn’t involve the Jensen situation. Rather, the ranch. And Ty. She couldn’t believe how fast he’d yanked his hand back after realizing she wasn’t going to fall off the porch—as if he was afraid of catching something by touching her. She was surprised he hadn’t thrown his shoulder out.Madeline stowed the cleaning equipment and shook off the rubber gloves, which fell from her hands into the sink easily, since there’d been only one size available at the mercantile: extra large.

  She opened her briefcase and pulled out the printed list of ranch assets. Livestock. Equipment. Land. She sipped the cup of tea she’d just brewed and read down the list, which was lengthy and must have taken Ty a long time to compile. She had no idea what half the stuff was, which was going to slow down the informal inventory she wanted to take prior to the meeting. She should have looked up pictures on the internet before coming, but she’d assumed she’d be able to access her satellite inte
rnet from the ranch. And that Ty might cooperate. She was going to have to do the best she could, since her accountant had told her to make sure everything that was supposed to be on the ranch was indeed here.

  She wasn’t going to count the cows right away. There were a lot of them, each worth a couple thousand dollars, since they were registered stock. Skip had owned a horse, though, which Madeline assumed was one of the three she’d noticed in a smaller field next to the cattle pasture. He’d been quite proud of Gabby, a registered quarter horse he’d planned to breed. Skip always had been a sucker for babies.

  She put a small question mark on her list.

  Equipment…what exactly was a swather? Another question mark.

  Madeline continued down the three-page list, marking more items.

  Three tractors? She’d seen only two in the barn. A large one with a cab and the not-so-large one that Ty had been driving out in the field. Question mark.

  By the time she flipped over the last page she had the distinct feeling that she had a lot to learn—about farming equipment if nothing else.

  No time like the present.

  Madeline put on her light blue puffy coat and stocking hat, leaving her blue wool coat and beret still drying over a chair in the cold kitchen. Pushing her feet into her boots, she let herself out of the house. Fat flakes of snow drifted down from the white sky, the kind of snowflakes she and Skip had caught on their tongues when they were kids, ignoring their grandmother’s warning about airborne pollutants.

  Madeline missed her brother.

  She stopped in the middle of the wide ranch yard, debating where to begin. There was the barn, which she’d already been in, a covered shed with equipment parked in it and three smaller buildings. The equipment shed seemed the easiest place to start, so she trudged in that direction. Ty hadn’t been there recently. There was no path beaten through the snow.

  Small drifts had encroached into the shed, but for the most part it was dry—except for where a hole in the roof had allowed snow to build up in a far corner. Ty had no equipment parked in the area, but he also hadn’t fixed the hole. She’d been on the property for less than twenty-four hours, but she had a very strong feeling that the ranch Skip had been so proud of was something of a wreck. If Ty was pouring money into it, it didn’t show.