And Then You Dare (Crested Butte Cowboys Series Book 5) (3 page)

Gram told him their grandfather had struggled with the illness
too. “They didn’t call it being bi-polar in those days. They called it manic
depression. Your grandfather would go for weeks being the happiest man on
earth. Suddenly he’d change, and sink into terrible depression.”

Gram had never told Bullet this before. He wondered if Lyric
knew. Gramps hadn’t tried to kill himself as far as Bullet knew, and Gram
didn’t say anything to make him think he had. What she did say, more than once,
was there wasn’t anything Bullet could’ve done. “It was the illness,” she said.
“Not you.”

“I’m glad Gram was at the funeral with you.”

“Thanks Sis.” Bullet hung up before he started crying again.
He hoped he could get Grey to bed early tonight. He badly needed the sleep
himself.

When he finally fell asleep, he was plagued by dreams of
Callie trying to tell him something. Just as she was about to, he’d wake up.
When he fell back to sleep, there she’d be again.

When he woke the next morning, he couldn’t shake the feeling
that his life was about to change. He hoped it was for the better.

***

1961

It was dark and cold. The sky had clouded over and hid the
light of the moon. Maybe he should stop for the night. Try to find a tree to
lean up against until dawn. Bill turned to see lights of a truck coming down
the road. It had been more than two hours since another one had. He started
walking backwards, and stuck out his thumb.

The truck slowed, and the driver rolled down the window.
“Who’s that? Is that you, Billy Flynn? Whatcha’ doin’ out on the road this late
at night? Your mama know where you are boy?”

“Yes, Mr. Patterson. She knows.” He hoped for a ride, not a
hide-tanning. He slunk away from the truck and kept walking down the road.

“Where ya goin’ son? Come on now. Get in the truck.”

Bill opened the door and climbed in. “Thanks. I ’preciate
this.”

Mr. Patterson turned in the seat to look at him. Bill wished
he’d just put the truck in gear and keep on down the road.

“I don’t know if you know this, but your pa and I were friends
from way, way back. Since we were younger than you are now. I was sure sorry to
hear about his passing, Billy.”

“Thank you sir. And I’m Bill now.” He’d never be Billy again.
Billy was the name of a child, and he wasn’t a child any longer. He was a man,
with the responsibilities of one.

“That right? Well, where you headed Bill?”

“Sundance Trail, sir.”

“What’s at Sundance Trail that you need to get there in the
middle of the night?”

“Lookin’ for a job,” he mumbled in the direction of the
window. He turned back around. “You know if they’re hiring?”

“Doubt it, but I know somebody who might be.”

Bill sat up straighter and waited for Mr. Patterson to
continue. When he didn’t, he asked who it was.

“You ever hear of Double-P-Bar Ranch?”

Bill shook his head. He hadn’t.

“It’s over the pass, in McCoy.”

He hadn’t heard of McCoy either, but if they were hiring, he
didn’t care where it was.

“You can stay at the house tonight, I’ll take you up to the
ranch tomorrow. I was headed there anyway.”

“You were?” Bill asked. “Why?”

“It’s my brother’s place, and it’s gotten big enough that he
needs a partner. I figure if he needs a partner, he probably needs a few more
cowboys too.”

Bill wished they could go straight there tonight, but the
sound of sleeping in a warm bed sounded mighty good right then.

“Thank you Mr. Patterson.” Bill held out his hand to shake.

“Call me Clancy. And you’re welcome Bill.”

“This place is incredible,” Tristan said to Liv when they
pulled through the main gate of Flying R Ranch. The valley was nestled between
two sets of mountains. To the east was what she could only assume was Mount
Crested Butte, based on its formation. She pointed to a stream that followed
the road. “What’s that?”

“That is Cement Creek. It divides the entire ranch in half. In
the past, Ben’s family raised cattle on one side of the creek, and horses on
the other. It’s gotten more complicated now that they’re heavier into rough
stock.”

“How long has the ranch been in his family?”

“Four generations. Ben’s great-grandparents were the first
generation in Colorado. They bought this land. Their son, Ben’s grandfather,
bought another ranch, closer to the butte, and developed the ski area, but this
was his home.” Liv pointed as they drove past a sprawling ranch house.

“Ben’s parents, Bud and Ginny, live here now. Our place is
over there,” she pointed north. “Ben’s brother Matt’s place is that way,” Liv
pointed south. “And we passed the turnoff to Will’s place on our way in. His
house is set a little further back, so you can’t see it from the road.”

“It’s heavenly.”

“The first time Ben brought me here I had a similar reaction.
I always thought my place over in Black Forest was the most beautiful ranch I’d
ever seen.”

“You had a ranch?”

“I inherited it from my parents. It’s where I raised my
daughter Renie after my first husband died. Renie’s husband, Billy, bought it
from me before they were married. You’ve met Billy, haven’t you?”

“Yes, I have. You know I heard something about your daughter
being married to him, but I thought I’d gotten the story mixed up.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because there isn’t any way you look old enough to have an
adult daughter.”

Liv beamed at Tristan. “Thank you. You’re good for this old
girl’s ego.”

Tristan shook her head. “Old,” was the last word she would’ve
used to describe Liv.

“You’ve met Lyric, haven’t you?” Liv asked when they walked
into the house, and saw a woman sitting at the kitchen counter.

“Of course I have.” Tristan walked over to shake Lyric’s hand.
“Nice to see you again.”

Instead of taking Tristan’s extended hand, Lyric stood and
hugged her. “I need a hug bad, and you’re closest.”

Lyric hung on longer than Tristan expected. She felt Liv’s
hand on her shoulder. “My turn.”

When Liv hugged her, Lyric started to cry.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?”

“Bullet’s wife killed herself.”

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry,” gasped Liv. “How’s Bullet?”

“On his way here. With Grey.”

Tristan wished a hole would open up in the wall so she could
disappear. “I’m sorry to intrude. Is there somewhere else I can wait for my
meeting?”

Lyric wiped at her tears. “Intrude? If you’re gonna be part of
things around here, you better get used to drama. There’s been nothin’ but
since I met this family. Today it’s my turn to bring it.”

“The other thing you’ll have to get used to is Lyric telling
you exactly what she thinks the minute she thinks it.” A woman whom Tristan
hadn’t met walked into the kitchen.

“Hi,” she said. “I’m Bree. Jace’s wife.”

“I’m Tristan, um, with Lost Cowboy.”

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you. Jace asked me to tell you they’ll
be a few more minutes. The guys are tending to a heifer that had twin calves. I’ve
never seen anything like it, although Jace said it isn’t that unusual.”

“It’s more common with dairy cattle than it is with beef
cattle, but from what Billy said, there’ve been five sets of twins born so far
this year.”

“Lyric, how do you know this? I didn’t even know it,” asked
Liv.

“Just gotta pay attention is all. Sometimes I think I’m the
only one who does around here.”

“See how she is?” laughed Bree. “You’ll get used to it.”

Jace and Billy came in the front door a few minutes later.
Tristan wondered if it didn’t bother Liv, all the people who walked into her
house as though they owned the place.

“Sorry we’re late,” said Billy.

“I heard you had some excitement.”

“Yeah, we did. Uh…can you wait for another minute?”

“Of course,” she answered, although he didn’t appear to be
listening to her.

Billy walked straight over to Lyric and wrapped her in a hug.
“You okay?” she heard him whisper. Lyric started to cry again, and buried her
face in his shoulder.

Billy had a reputation out
on the circuit for being self-involved. Guys complained that he kept to
himself, and didn’t
form relationships with anyone. What she was
witnessing was the antithesis of what she’d heard about him.

“I guess you talked to Bullet already. So you know what
happened.”

Billy nodded his head.

“He’s worried. You need to reassure him that he’ll have help
when he gets here. Got it?”

Billy smiled. “Got it.”

“Don’t you worry Lyric,” said Jace. “Bullet is one of us. He’s
part of the family, just like you are. We’ll help him the same way we’d help
one another.”

“What’s goin’ on in here?” asked Ben Rice as he walked in the
front door followed by two other men.

“Come here and give me a kiss,” he said to Liv, and then
looked over at Tristan. “Don’t we have a meeting?”

Liv tugged on his sleeve and pointed to Lyric. Ben did the
same thing Billy and Jace had done, going straight to Lyric to offer his
condolences.

Tristan wished her dad was here with her. She’d already
convinced him that partnering with Flying R was the right thing to do, but if
he had any doubts about the kind of men they’d have as partners, this would’ve
eliminated them.

***

In less than two hours they’d be in Crested Butte. He had to
hand it to Grey, he was hanging in pretty good. Bullet made sure to stop at the
first sign he was getting antsy and give him time to run around and play.

Every few hundred miles he’d stop at a store and let Grey pick
out a new toy. Other times he’d try to find a park where he could play. It
wasn’t as easy once they got to Colorado, where snow covered most of the
playgrounds. Grey loved it though. He didn’t need a slide or a swing, he loved
rolling around in the fluffy, white powder. That was another thing he had to
get on one of his stops, snow clothes. The boy didn’t have any to speak of. He
hadn’t needed much in Oklahoma.

He didn’t miss the girls checkin’ him out when they stopped at
the store, or to get something to eat. He figured having Grey with him would
cramp his style a bit, not that he was looking for any company right now.
Instead, Grey seemed to attract more attention.

They’d sit right down at the table without being invited and
ask about his baby. When they asked where his baby’s mama was, Bullet answered
simply. “She ain’t in the picture anymore.”

They’d express disappointment when they heard he was just
passing through. One or two offered to let him and Grey stay the night. Bullet
declined though. It didn’t feel right so soon after Callie’s passing. Plus, he
needed to stay focused, and get them to Colorado.

“Almost there, baby boy,” he said to Grey, who was just about
to doze off. If Bullet was lucky, Grey would sleep the rest of the way.

“Our new life is about to begin.” Bullet hoped he was doing
the right thing, not just for himself, but for his boy too.

***

There were still a few things to nail down, but for all
intents and purposes, the partnership between Lost Cowboy and Flying R Rough
Stock was a go.

Liv helped Tristan get settled in a guest room on the lowest
level of the three-story ranch house.

“There’s a hot tub off this room that you’re welcome to use.”
Liv pointed to the door off the family room. “You’ll have complete privacy.
There’s one on every level,” Liv giggled. “Ben really likes hot tubs.”

There was a sauna too. Staying here was better than any hotel
she’d ever stayed in. Tonight’s dinner was fabulous. Ben grilled steaks, just
like her daddy did. It made her miss him even more, and that much happier when
she saw his name pop up on the screen when her phone rang.

“How’s my baby girl?”

“I’m good Daddy. I miss you.”

“You do?” The surprise she heard in his voice made her feel
terrible.

“How’s granddad?”

“He’s sittin’ right here. You wanna talk to him before we hang
up?”

“I’d like that.”

She went over the questions that had come up during the meeting.
He was as anxious to finalize this deal as she was, and said he’d get back to
her the next morning.

Tristan didn’t feel sleepy when she hung up. The hot tub
sounded like a nice way to relax and wind down, and since Liv said she’d have
privacy, she decided to go in, even though she hadn’t brought a bathing suit
with her.

***

Grey was asleep in the crib that was still set up in Caden’s
room. Liv assured him that her little girl could sleep through a train wreck,
and even if Grey woke in the middle of the night, he wouldn’t bother her. She
handed him the extra baby monitor, and told him he could sleep downstairs in
one of Ben’s son’s rooms. The boys were at their mother’s house this week.

“Oh, and Tristan McCullough from Lost Cowboy is staying in the
guest room down the hall.”

The name sounded familiar. Was she the same woman from Lost
Cowboy he met in Las Vegas? He sure wouldn’t mind running into her in the
hallway in the middle of the night.

He took a shower, and then remembered there was a hot tub on
the patio.

***

1961

Once they turned off the main road, Bill kept thinking the
ranch would be around the next bend of the dirt road. It felt as though they’d
been driving for hours since they could only go ten miles an hour on the
washboard-ridden road. He was beginning to feel sick to his stomach.

“You look green over there boy.”

Clancy must’ve noticed. He wouldn’t be making a good first
impression on Clancy’s brother if he got sick to his stomach riding in a damn
truck.

“You want me to pull over for a bit?”

Bill waved his hand. “Nah, I’m good. You can keep goin’.”

“It ain’t much further,” Clancy laughed. “We’ll get some pop
in ya when we get there. That’ll make you feel better.”

“I said I was fine,” he snapped.

Clancy grinned at him, and rolled down his window. “It’ll be a
might dusty, but the fresh air that comes with it will do you good. Hey look
there. We’re here.”

Bill looked up and saw the main gate of the ranch. It was
closed, so Clancy stopped the truck and jumped out to open it. Maybe Bill
should’ve done that for him.

“I’ll get it,” he said after they pulled through. He jumped
out and closed the gate behind them. He didn’t want Clancy to think he was
lazy.

Getting out of the truck for just that short amount of time
settled his stomach. He looked off in the distance, and thought about telling
Clancy he’d walk the rest of the way in, but from where he stood, he couldn’t
see any buildings. Who knew how much further it might be? Could be miles.

As he studied the view, he understood why the ranch was set as
far back as it was. From there, you could see all the way to Utah. Hills
layered on rolling hills in shades of golden brown. Soon it would turn a
thousand shades of green as the earth warmed and the plant-life came out of
dormancy. He breathed in deeply. Horses. It was a smell not all found pleasant,
but to him, it took him back to happier times. Day after day he and his father
rode their land on the backs of horses. He’d give anything to go back to the
time before his daddy got sick.

“You gettin’ back in the truck or not?” Clancy shouted at him.

Bill climbed in. “Quite a place your brother’s got here.”

“Ain’t just his anymore. I’ll be a full partner soon as he
deposits the bank draft. So I’ll say thanks for the both of us.”

He didn’t ask how much land the ranch encompassed, that would
be rude. Plus, if things went the way he hoped they would, he’d be out riding
that land and could figure it out for himself.

“Uh, so…if you’re a partner, who makes the decision about
hiring somebody lookin’ for a job?”

“Guess I forgot to tell you that part. It was a stipulation of
my partnerin’ up. We’re a package deal young Flynn. I don’t have any doubt
you’ll work hard for us son. Just like your daddy taught you.”

Bill looked out the passenger window and hoped the tears that
filled his eyes went away before they rolled down his cheeks. “Thank you sir. I
won’t disappoint you.”