Christmas at Thunder Horse Ranch. Elle James
to leave her alone that long,” Dante assured Olaf. “It’ll be a long enough drive to Devil’s Lake and back.”
“I’ll get my truck out of the barn.” Olaf hurried into the hallway leading toward the back of the house. “Mamma, find the man some of my clothes. He can’t go all the way to Grand Forks in his underwear.” Olaf shot a grin back at them as he pulled on his heavy winter coat, hat and gloves.
Marge left them in the living room and headed the opposite direction of her husband. When she returned, she carried a pair of jeans, an older winter jacket and a flannel shirt. “These were my son’s. He’s a bit taller than Olaf. They should fit you better.”
“I’ll have them returned to you as soon as possible.”
“Don’t bother. He has more in the closet and he rarely makes it up here in the wintertime. We usually go stay with him and his family in January and February. They live in Florida.” She grinned. “It’s a lot nicer down there at this time of year than up here.”
Dante smiled at the woman and accepted the clothing graciously.
“There’s a bathroom in the hallway if you’d like to dress in there.” Marge pointed the direction.
Dante disappeared and reappeared a few minutes later dressed in jeans that fit a little loose around his hips and were an inch or two short on his legs. The flannel shirt strained against his broad shoulders, but he didn’t say a word.
Emma figured he was grateful to have anything more than just thermal underwear on his body.
He shrugged into the old jacket and zipped it. “I’ll go help Olaf with the truck.”
“Stay inside,” Marge insisted. “You’ve been exposed to the weather enough for one day.”
“I’m fine.” He nodded toward Emma, his dark eyes smoldering. “I’ll be back in a minute for you.”
Emma’s heart fluttered. She knew he didn’t mean anything by the look, other than he’d be back to load her up in the truck.
Alone with Marge, Emma wished she was warm enough to go out and help, but the thought of going out in the cold so soon after nearly dying in it didn’t appeal to her in the least. How did Dante do it?
“That’s some man you have there,” Marge said, fussing over the blankets in Emma’s lap.
Emma started to tell Marge that he wasn’t her man, but decided it didn’t matter. The farmer and his wife had been very helpful, taking them in and providing them warmth and clothing.
“How long have you two been together?” Marge asked out of the blue.
Now that she hadn’t refuted Marge’s earlier statement, Emma didn’t know whether she should tell her they weren’t together. “Not very long” were the words she came up with. They were true in the simplest sense. She and Dante had only been together since she’d found him in the snow beside the helicopter wreckage the day before and one other time when they’d had coffee together on campus.
Marge smiled. “You two make a nice couple. Now, do you want to take an extra jacket with you? Olaf keeps blankets and a sleeping bag in the backseat of the truck in case we get marooned out in bad weather. Make use of them. I know once you get cold, it’s hard to warm up. Sometimes it takes me days for my old body to catch up.”
Used to the North Dakota winters, Emma nodded. To think Dante was out in that cold wind helping the old man get the truck ready sent another shiver across Emma’s skin.
“I’ve got my camp stove going and some water heating for coffee. If you’re all right by yourself, I’ll rustle up some breakfast for the two of you.”
“You don’t have to go to all that trouble.” Emma’s belly growled at the thought of food.
Marge laughed. “No trouble at all. We rarely have visitors so far north. It’ll be a treat to get to fuss over someone.” She left Emma on the couch.
The rattle of pans preceded the heavenly scent of bacon cooking. By the time the men came in from the cold, Emma’s mouth was watering and she pushed aside the blankets to stand.
“Everything’s ready,” Dante said.
“Good. Then come have a seat at the table and eat breakfast while Olaf and I have our lunch. No use going off with an empty stomach.” Marge set plates of hot food on the table and cups of steaming coffee.
“We really appreciate all you’ve done for us. Truthfully, we’d have been happy just to sit in front of the fire to thaw.” Emma sat in the chair Dante pulled out for her and stared down at eggs, bacon, ham and biscuits. “Breakfast never looked so good,” she exclaimed.
“You’re an angel.” Dante hugged the older woman and waited for her to sit in front of a sandwich and chips before he took his seat.
Marge’s cheeks bloomed with color.
“My Marge can make most anything with a camp stove and a Dutch oven. And she can dress a mule deer like a side of beef.”
Marge waved at her husband. “He only married me because I liked hunting.”
Olaf grinned. “And she was the prettiest girl in the county.”
Emma hid a smile. The pair clearly loved each other. “How long have you two been together?”
Olaf’s head tipped to one side. “What’s it been? Thirty years or more?”
Marge shook her head. “Going on forty.”
“And you still don’t look a day over twenty-nine.”
“Big fibber.”
Emma caught Dante’s smile and joined him with one of her own. The warm food and good company went a long way toward restoring her stamina.
By the time Marge and Olaf bundled them into the truck, Emma was beginning to think all was right in a crazy world. She found it hard to believe that only that morning someone had tried to kill them.
As Olaf drove the long, snow-covered road to Devil’s Lake, Emma had far too much time on her hands to think. Whoever had shot down Dante’s helicopter hadn’t been satisfied with him being injured. He’d come back to finish the job. The big question was, would he try again?
At the truck stop at Devil’s Lake, Dante was able to get a call through to headquarters. The dispatcher on duty was relieved to hear from him. They’d sent out several helicopters to circle the last known location of his helicopter. The snow had done a nice job of hiding the crash site and they’d just located it beneath three feet of powder when Dante had made contact.
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