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“Hello.” Though he couldn’t see the face, the view
from the waist down was enticing. A tiny waist and long, long legs encased in narrow denims.

“Oh. Hello. If you want to take a look at the farm implements, you may as well start tagging the things out in the second barn.”

“You’re planning an auction?”

She peered around the box. “Aren’t you from the auction house?”

“No. Sorry. I’m the vet. Here. Let me help you.” He took the box from her hands. “Where do you want this?”

“The kitchen table will be fine.” She led the way and Jake followed.

As he set down the box he shot her a grin. “What’ve you got in there? A safe?”

She sighed. “Sorry. I should have warned you. I found several locked metal boxes in an upstairs room and thought I’d bring them down before opening them.” She offered her hand. “I’m Meg Stanford.”

Jake accepted her handshake and took the moment to study her. She had her father’s fiery hair, pinned back into a ponytail, and green eyes the color of prairie grass.

“Jake Conway.” He was fascinated by her lips. Soft, pursed lips that, though bare of makeup, were absolutely enticing. “I’m sorry about your loss.”

“Thank you.” She spoke the words in a flat, unemotional tone. “You said you’re the vet. I was expecting Dr. Hunger.”

“He retired. His service directs his calls to me.”

“I see.” She nodded toward the door. “I’ll take you to the barn.”

Jake trailed behind her, enjoying the view of her trim backside in the shiny, new denims. They were so crisp they looked as though they’d just come off a store rack, as
did the cotton shirt buttoned clear to her throat and tucked precisely into the waistband.

He glanced at her feet. Even the sneakers were brand-new, though they wouldn’t remain that way once she stepped into the barn.

“Where are you from?”

She paused, her hand on the barn door. “Washington.”

“As in Spokane?”

She smiled. “As in D.C.”

“You’re a long way from home. What do you do there?”

“I’m a lawyer.”

His smile deepened. “That explains the new duds. I’d never mistake you for a rancher.”

That brought a smile, transforming her face from pretty to gorgeous. “My usual wardrobe runs to tailored suits and heels. I figured I’d need something more practical for the week I’ll be here.”

“A week?”

She nodded. “My vacation time. I hadn’t expected to spend it quite this way. I haven’t been back to this place since I was a kid. I honestly never expected to see it again.”

She lowered her voice. “As you can imagine, I’ve forgotten more than I can remember about ranch animals. The colt has a pronounced limp. I thought I’d ask a vet to take a look and advise me as to the best way to… deal with it.” Her voice lowered to a near-whisper, as though sharing state secrets. “If you have to euthanize the colt, I’d appreciate it if you would offer to take it with you, rather than do it here. There’s the boy…” When she faltered, Jake waited until she composed herself. “My father’s sudden death wasn’t my only surprise. I’ve
learned that I have a half brother. I’m not sure of his birthday, but I’m guessing he’s about seven. I suspect that he was alone here when our father had his heart attack. That may be why he doesn’t speak… at least not to me. But he seems really attached to the colt. That’s why—” she stared at the ground—… I’d rather not add to the boy’s suffering.”

“All right.” Jake nodded toward the door. “Let’s have a look.”

She opened the barn door and led the way to a stall. As Jake’s eyes adjusted to the gloom, he could see the colt lying in the straw, it’s head cradled in the lap of a blonde, shaggy-haired boy in dirty denims and an even dirtier T-shirt.

Meg’s tone was cautious. “Cory, this is Dr. Conway. I asked him to take a look at your colt.”

“Hey, Cory.” Jake knelt beside the boy and ran a hand gently over the colt’s forelock. “Does your horse have a name?”

The boy merely stared at him.

“Can your horse stand?”

Cory shuffled out from under the horse’s head and got to his feet before tugging gently on the animal’s mane.

The colt scrambled to its feet.

Jake pointed toward the door. “Would you mind leading him outside?”

Without a word the boy led the horse out into the sunshine, with Jake and Meg following.

The animal’s limp, Jake noted, was pronounced, as Meg had said.

He watched as the boy led the colt in a wide circle. When they were close, Jake ran a hand along the animal’s neck. “He’s a real beauty.”

The faintest flicker of a smile touched the boy’s eyes before he looked away.

“Has he always had this limp, or is it a recent injury?”

The boy shrugged.

Jake decided to try again. “Was he born with this problem, Cory?”

The boy shook his head.

“So, this happened recently?”

“Yeah.” The boy sighed, as though the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.

“Okay. It’s a start.” Relieved that the boy could speak, Jake glanced toward Meg, who seemed equally relieved.

Jake bent to the animal’s leg and began gently probing. When he touched one particular spot the colt flattened its ears and sidestepped.

“Tender. Did your horse take a fall?”

“No.” The boy shook his head.

“Was he hit by something?”

The boy shrugged his thin shoulders.

“Maybe by a stone thrown by a truck?”

Seeing that the boy didn’t intend to reply, he added, “Maybe he was attacked by a flying saucer?”

That had Cory smiling before he ducked his head.

Jake glanced at Meg, who stood with her arms crossed, her foot tapping impatiently.

“All right. Let’s try something else. Walk him again, Cory.”

As the boy did so, Jake moved along beside the colt and probed not only the leg but the animal’s underbelly as he took each step.

When he straightened, Meg asked in a low voice, “Will you be able to take him with you?”

Jake shrugged. “I’d like to try treating him here.”

“Treating? I thought—” She looked at Cory, then away before whispering, “I thought real vets shot a horse when it was lame.”

“I guess that was the treatment of choice back when women didn’t have the vote, and ranchers chewed tobacco and played poker in the town saloon. Nowadays, ma’am,” he added in his best drawl, “you wouldn’t believe the miracle drugs we have. Aspirin, penicillin. Why there are even drugs with great big names that a hick like me can’t pronounce. But they do the job.”

She had a rich, throaty laugh. “I guess I deserved that. All right, Dr. Conway. I’ll leave you to your patient. I have work to do in the house.”

When she walked away Jake watched until she’d climbed the steps. Turning, he saw the boy staring at him.

He winked. “You’ve got a pretty sister, Cory.”

The boy hung his head and absently patted the colt.

Jake touched a hand to the boy’s shoulder. “I’m sorry about the loss of your dad.”

Cory glanced up at him. There was an eager, almost hungry look in his eyes. “Did you know him?”

Jake shook his head. “Not really. I knew who he was, and saw him in town a time or two, but other than that, he was a stranger. I guess he kept to himself a lot.”

The eager look in the boy’s eyes was gone in the instant before he looked away. “Yeah.”

After a pronounced silence, Jake sighed. “While you take this little guy back to the stall, I’ll get my bag of tricks.”

He walked away and retrieved his supplies from his truck.

When he returned, he took his time, examining the colt while trying to find ways to engage the boy in conversation.

“How old are you, Cory?”

“Seven.” His gaze followed every movement of Jake’s fingers as he touched and probed the colt’s leg.

“That would make you a second grader?”

The boy shrugged. “Don’t go to school.”

“Yeah. I never did either, when I was your age. Too far to town.” He looked over. “So, you’re homeschooled. Did your dad teach you?”

Another shrug. “Now that I can read, I get the lessons out of books and do my class assignments online.”

“Who checks your homework?”

“I scan it in and send it to the teacher assigned to me.”

“Did anybody live here on the ranch with you and your dad?”

“Yancy. But he doesn’t live here. He stays in the bunkhouse.”

Jake heard the warmth in the boy’s tone and nodded. He’d heard that Yancy Jessup had taken over some of the ranch duties after Porter’s young wife died. Yancy was one of the last of a dying breed. A cowboy with no desire to own his own spread. An old man who preferred living in a bunkhouse with other cowboys. A drifter who loved tending other rancher’s herds, until the itch to move on became too great. Yancy Jessup had worked ranches all over Montana and Wyoming, and his work was universally praised. Nobody had ever had a bad word to say about him.

“I suppose Yancy’s up in the hills with the herd?”

“Yeah.”

“Does he know about your dad?”

The boy looked stricken, and Jake realized that the cowboy had no idea that his boss had passed away.

Jake pulled out his cell phone. “Give me his number, and I’ll see that your sister calls him as soon as I’m finished here.”

As Cory spoke the numbers, Jake programmed them into his phone. “I’d call Yancy myself, but I think this call should come from a family member.” He looked over. “Do you have a cell phone?”

Cory nodded.

“Good. While I’m thinking about it, why don’t I give you my number? That way, if you need me, just call.”

He spoke the numbers and watched as Cory punched them into his phone. “Now give me yours.” Jake added the numbers to his phone as Cory said them aloud.

For the next hour, while Cory soothed the colt, Jake applied ointment and wrapped the injured leg. When he was finished, he closed his bag and got to his feet.

“That’s the best I can do for now. I’ll look in on him tomorrow and see if he’s improving.”

The boy kept an arm around the colt’s neck. “His name is Shadow.”

Jake paused. “That’s a good name. And you’re a good friend to Shadow, Cory. I can see that he trusts you. Now I’d better report to your sister.” He offered his hand. “Thanks for your help.”

The boy looked surprised before giving him an awkward handshake.

With a thoughtful look Jake turned and made his way from the barn.

It was plain that the boy was feeling scared and confused. And he was probably in a lot of pain. And why not? In a matter of days he’d lost his father, gained a sister who was a stranger to him, and had to watch his colt going lame. It must seem as though his whole world had toppled. To make matters worse, his future would be decided by a woman who apparently couldn’t wait to get away from here and back to the life she’d left behind. The fact that she’d already contacted an auction firm attested to that fact.

But Cory Stanford wasn’t the only person in pain. His sister was, too. She may have spent her childhood on this ranch, but after so many years away she had become a stranger in a strange land. That city woman looked as out of place as a designer dress at a rodeo.

A week. Did she actually believe she could dispose of a ranch, a herd, and an entire way of life in the time it took to vacation at some tropical beach?

Jake paused on the porch and watched through the screen door as Meg struggled to pry open a metal box with a rusty screwdriver. Several other metal boxes, empty and misshapen from being forced, littered the floor around her feet.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked and stepped inside.

“Would you like a hand with that?”

Meg’s head came up sharply. “Sorry. You startled me. I’d appreciate any help you can give.” She handed him the screwdriver. “There are probably dozens of tools around here, if I knew where to look.”

Jake nodded toward the door. “Probably the equipment barn, up the hill. That’s the usual place to store tools.”

“Of course. I’ll check it out later.” She gathered up a
pile of papers and documents, clutching them to her chest. “It looks as though my father’s filing system was a lot like his life—careless. When I was a kid he never would have dreamed of just throwing things into boxes with no apparent rhyme or reason.”

“Maybe, as you sort through them, you’ll discover some sort of order to them.”

“Not likely.” She deposited the papers on the kitchen counter before returning to stand beside him as he pried open the metal box. Once the lid was forced open, a haphazard stack of papers spilled out, littering the tabletop.

“See what I mean?” She eyed the papers before turning to Jake. “What have you decided about the colt?”

“There’s a small wound with swelling and redness that suggests infection. I’ve given him an antibiotic and wrapped the wound. I’ll look in on him tomorrow and see if there’s any improvement. If there is, I’ll continue the treatment. If not, I’ll try something else.”

“I’m glad you got Cory to speak to you. From his reaction to me, I was really afraid he might be deaf and mute.”

“He hadn’t spoken at all?”

“Not to me. But he opened up to you right away.”

Jake gave her one of his roguish smiles. “All part of my charm. Kids and animals just can’t resist me.”

She glanced at his ring finger. “I see that you can’t make the same claim about women.”

Seeing the direction of her gaze he chuckled. “It’s been tough, but so far I’ve managed to resist their advances.” He winked. “I keep a club in my truck, just in case I run into a really aggressive female who won’t take no for an answer.”

He was rewarded with her deep, throaty chuckle, which transformed her from pretty to absolutely gorgeous.

“Thanks for my laugh of the day. I needed it.” She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped a nervous foot. “I’m at a loss as to what to do about Cory. And I get the distinct impression that he isn’t about to give me any help at all.”

“He’ll come around. You’ve already learned that he can talk.”

“To you.”

Jake nodded. “Love and fear are pretty compelling motivators.”

“Love and fear?”

“He loves that colt. Add to that the fact that he’s lost his mother and father. I’m betting he’s convinced that all the really important things in his life are going to be taken away from him.”