Lightning and Lace (5 page)

Bonnie handed Thomas a steaming mug of coffee before he gave her the morning report. The foals born last spring were doing well. Cattle prices were up. A nearby rancher had offered her a good price to sire a couple of his mares.

Thomas’s gaze kept drifting toward the kitchen. She nearly giggled.

“Those biscuits sure smell extra good,” he said. “Cookie burned ours this morning.”

She figured it was Juanita and not her cooking that attracted Thomas. “Juanita, please get this man another plateful of breakfast. Can’t send a man to work without a full stomach. If there’s any custard pie left from last night, he might like a piece to go with it.”

“Thanks.” He took a gulp of coffee. “The cattle are looking good. We’ll get a fair price at the stockyards this year.”

She’d thought it might be good to send Zack to Fort Worth with the drive, providing he started listening to her. But now wasn’t the time to mention it to Thomas. “I want to take a look at the ranch today—see what I’ve been ignoring. Do you have time to ride with me?” she said. “And sometime soon, I want to know how many head of cattle and horses we have.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll have Wildflower saddled after the young’uns are gone to school.” He rubbed his jaw. “Somebody shot the thievin’ coyote that kept takin’ your chickens. Found it this morning with a bullet between the eyes.”

“Splendid. Now Juanita won’t be complaining. I’ll let you tell her about it.”

He grinned. “I don’t know who got it, but I heard the shot in the middle of the night. Odd none of the men owned up to it, ’cause that was some fancy shootin’.”

She laughed, and it felt good. “Doesn’t matter. It’s dead, and the chickens are safe.” She walked out onto the back porch with him, both sipping coffee. Juanita brought him a generous plateful. The smile between them told Bonnie her suspicions were correct. Age didn’t matter when it came to love, and Juanita was a good twenty years younger than Thomas. “You’d better eat your breakfast before the other hands find out.”

“Will do,” he said and snatched up a slice of ham.

“I’ve lost track of our horses. I remember we had five foals last spring.”

“Miss Bonnie, are you wanting to learn all about ranchin’ in one week?”

“You forget where I come from.”

“That’s right. You just need remindin’.” He chuckled, then stared up at the sky. “Might rain. You don’t want to get wet.”

“I’ll wear a slicker.” Talking about the ranch—the home she and Ben had shared—made her feel alive. If only she’d found interest before, perhaps her life would not have been so consumed with self-pity. And she’d have been a better mother.

“If it doesn’t rain, I’d like to take Lydia Anne. I want her to start riding.” She paused. “Do we still have the saddle that Zack and Michael Paul learned in?”

“It’s in the tack barn.” Thomas grinned from one scraggly bearded jaw to the other.

“I don’t want my daughter to be afraid of anything.” Not pampered and spoiled like me. “Michael Paul needs to learn how to shoot a bow and arrow. I remember Zack used to have one.”

“I got it too.”

“And I’ll be settling my oldest son before I ask you to help him with anything.”

“Thanks, Miss Bonnie. He’ll be all right.”

She knew he was merely being polite, but the affirmation helped.

Within the half hour, she called the boys for breakfast. A ranch hand always drove them to town for school, and it was nearly time to leave. Michael Paul bounded down the steps.

“Where’s your brother?” Bonnie said.

“Haven’t seen him since last night.” He avoided her eyes.

Gathering up her skirts, she hurried up the steps. They’d argued before he went to bed. But fussin’ between them occurred on a regular basis. He’d been in another fight and had a black eye to prove it.

“One more fight, Zack, and I’m talking to my brothers about finding a good military school back East,” she’d said to him.

“Told you before I’ll run away.”

His final words echoed in her mind. First she knocked and called his name. Nothing. Then she opened the door.

Bonnie gasped. Zack’s bed was empty. It hadn’t been slept in, and his window was open over the back porch.

*****

Since Travis had repaired Bonnie’s roof in just one day, on Tuesday morning he and the reverend joined Frank Kahler to help finish his house a day earlier than planned. They were supposed to sand the floors and cut the inside doors. Maybe on Wednesday they could stain them all before the evening service. Some folks had donated furniture, including a fine desk from Morgan Andrews. Those things would be delivered on Thursday. Then he could move in on Friday or Saturday and hang the doors himself.

“As much as I enjoy Mrs. Rainer’s cooking, I’m looking forward to living here,” Travis said.

“We’re expecting you to show up anytime you’re hungry, but I expect you’ll have plenty of invitations.” He chuckled. “Watch out someone doesn’t try to marry you off to one of their daughters.”

Travis touched his bushy hair and beard. “I believe only a lady who needs glasses would give me a second look.”

“Or one who looks at the heart,” Frank said. “I have the most beautiful wife in these parts, and look at me. I more resemble a bear than a man.”

Travis shook his head. “I imagine I’ll be married to the church instead of a woman.”

“You never know what God has in mind. A good woman is a blessing, and children make a man feel complete.” The reverend nodded to punctuate his words.

Travis knew the truth. The past haunted him like a worried demon.

Before he could form a reply, someone knocked on the open front door and called out for the reverend. “I’m sorry to bother you, but this is important.”

“Come on back, Bonnie. Do you need to talk to me in private?”

One quick glimpse at her reddened eyes and face caused Travis to feel more than a little uncomfortable. What had Zack done now?

“Yes, please,” she said.

“Should Brother Travis join me?”

“I suppose.”

Travis heard the hesitancy, but he accompanied the reverend to the front porch anyway. One little woman should not have to bear such anguish alone.

“It’s Zack.” She swallowed hard. “We had an argument last night about another of his fistfights and his disrespect for others. I thought he went to bed, but instead he left home. His bed wasn’t slept in. I—I didn’t discover he was missing until this morning.”

“Do you have any idea where he might have gone?” the reverend said.

She shook her head. “I brought the carriage into town, took Michael Paul to school, and left Lydia Anne with Mama. I came here before going to see Morgan or the sheriff.”

The reverend wrapped his arms around her trembling shoulders. “I’ll go with you to see Morgan. What about Grant?”

“He wouldn’t go there. Grant’s made it clear that Zack isn’t welcome with the little girls.” She moistened her lips. “Can’t say I blame him.”

“Anything I can do?” Travis caught her gaze, and for a moment he believed he’d do about anything to help her find Zack.

“No, thank you. We’ll find him.” She dabbed beneath her eyes and turned from him.

“Is he on horseback?” the reverend said.

“No. I’m sure he realized one of the ranch hands would’ve caught him taking a horse.”

“Then he couldn’t have gone far. Any friends that he might have gone to?”

“Reverend, Zack has gotten so ornery that I don’t think he has any friends left.”

The older man pressed his lips together. “All right. I imagine Morgan will have some ideas. Maybe Chad’s seen him.”

“I really would like to help, but I understand,” Travis said. Despite their differences, she was a lovely woman. But a pretty face had once gotten him into a heap of trouble. “I’ll be right here with Frank and praying for you.” His attention focused on Eustes Arthur, the town sheriff, making his way toward them at a fast pace.

“Mrs. Kahler.” Sheriff Arthur frowned.

She whirled around and greeted him with a pleasant smile.

“This isn’t a social call,” he said. “I’ve got your boy in jail.”

Mrs. Kahler’s face blanched, and her shock yanked at Travis’s heart. Zack needed a firm hand, a man’s hand.

“He’s just a boy.” Her voice rose. “And you’re treating him like a criminal.”

“Your boy was caught red-handed, stealing a saddle at the livery. Where was he going to put it? And you know what’s done to horse thieves in this part of the country.”

Her hand flew to her mouth, then she took a deep breath. “I’m sure there’s been a mistake.” She turned to the reverend. “If you would kindly get Morgan, I’ll walk over to the jail with Sheriff Arthur.” Her skirts swished by as she stepped down from the porch. In the next instant, the sheriff followed.

The reverend threw Travis a wary glance, and he understood exactly what was expected of him. Hurrying back into the house, he found Frank. “I’ve got an errand to run. I’ll be back as soon as

I can.”

When he caught up with Mrs. Kahler and the sheriff, she tossed Travis a look that would have stopped a cornered polecat.

“I don’t need your help, Brother Whitworth. This is family business.”

He ignored her dismissal and kept step beside her.

“You are one stubborn man,” she said barely above a whisper.

“I’m a man of God. We go where we’re led, even when we aren’t wanted.”

“Obviously.”

Inside the jail, Mrs. Kahler nearly crumpled at the sight of Zack sitting in a cell.

“What have you done?” she said.

Good. Don’t let him get off with this easily.

“It’s all a mistake.” Zack stood and peered at his mother with the same woeful eyes that Travis had seen that first day in town. “I walked most of the night and fell asleep in the livery. I was using the saddle for a pillow.”

“I don’t know if you’re telling the truth or not.” She turned to the sheriff. “Please unlock the cell. My brother will straighten this out.”

Sheriff Arthur blew out an exasperated sigh. “Mrs. Kahler, you’ve got to get your son under control. If he’s like this at twelve, what’s he going to be like at thirteen, fifteen, or seventeen? Mark my words, if you don’t get ahold of Zack, he’ll end up in prison—or hung.”

She stiffened. “Right now, I demand you release him. I will handle his discipline if the situation calls for it.”

The sheriff had long since turned a vivid shade of red. “Not until you tell me that something’s going to be done about all the trouble he’s getting into.”

“How dare you talk about my son this way? Why, if his father were alive, you wouldn’t be talking to me like this.”

“If Ben were here, none of this would be taking place. Zack’s mean streak would have been taken care of behind the woodshed.”

“Zack knows what’s going to happen because of his behavior.”

“No!” Zack backed up until he was against the cell wall. “I’d rather stay here.”

Anger grew between mother and son, much like corn bread and milk on a sour stomach. Zack attempted to look brave, but Travis saw more than an angry boy. He saw a cry for help. A nudging in Travis’s spirit made him want to head back to sanding floors with Frank, but he’d stay and do whatever was needed.

Within the hour, the reverend and Morgan joined them. Neither man looked a bit happy over the circumstances.

“My job is to keep the law,” Sheriff Arthur said. “If this boy were grown, he’d be facing a whole lot more than an angry family.”

“Excuse me,” Travis said. “Would you consider releasing him to me? I can continue his schooling and keep him busy.”

“If Zack is going to stay with anyone, it will be with my mother and the reverend,” Bonnie said.

“I think not,” Morgan said quietly. “I’m not putting an undue burden on Mama or the reverend. It’s time they took life a little easier.”

“You’re talking about Zack living with a complete stranger. Besides, it wouldn’t be long. I’ve . . . I’ve decided to send him to a military school back East.”

Morgan remained unmoved. “That’s a good decision, but he doesn’t need to live with Mama and the reverend until we can make arrangements.”

“Then let me have him for a while,” Travis said with no display of emotion. “I’d like to try to help. If Zack could change, then he wouldn’t need to leave his family.”

The room grew silent as everyone waited for Mrs. Kahler to speak. Tears streamed down her face.

“What about me?” Zack said. “I don’t want to live with no preacher.”

“You can take him,” she said, regaining her composure. “He can be very difficult, and I am no good at disciplining him. I’m willing to try anything, but I won’t have him mistreated.”

“I’d not hurt him, Mrs. Kahler.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a clean handkerchief for her. She took it and offered a faint smile, giving him the courage to continue. “I can’t move into my new home until the end of the week—”

“Both of them can stay at the parsonage until then,” the reverend said. “And Travis can start Zack’s schooling right away.”

Travis wondered exactly what he’d gotten himself into. Granted, he had nephews, and he knew what the Bible said about raising children, but he didn’t know where to begin with a rebellious, half-grown man. At least he could turn to the reverend and the boy’s uncles for insight into what his relationship had been with his father. Zack didn’t have respect for others, least of all himself. Oh, but the Lord had gotten him into a fine mess.

A leaded silence filled the small office while the sheriff unlocked the cell. Travis met the reverend’s gaze. He saw frustration and worry etched on the older man’s face. No point in letting the reverend see his own misgivings about handling Zack. Of course, most folks thought Travis was older because of his bushy hair and beard.

“I’ll stop by the school and inform his teacher,” Mrs. Kahler said.

“Thank you, ma’am. I promise to do a good job with his schooling.”

“I won’t stay with that ugly, do-gooder preacher.” Zack shoved his hands inside his suspenders. “Let me come home, and I’ll be better.”

Travis listened to Zack attempt to manipulate his mother. He had to admit the boy knew what to say and how to say it.

“You don’t care for me at all, do you?” Zack said. “You’re kicking me out.”