Texas Ranger Takes a Bride. Patricia Thayer
Joe’s back, and something’s wrong.” She hurried out the door and kept the momentum going until she reached the horse just as two other hands arrived to help him down.
“Looks like he’s been worked over,” the ranch hand said.
Mallory knelt down beside him on the ground. “Oh, God, Joe, what happened? Where’s Ryan and Buck?”
The foreman’s face was etched with pain. “Two men ambushed us right before dawn. They shot Buck and worked over Mick and me pretty good.”
She gasped. “What about Ryan?”
“That’s why Buck sent me for help.”
Mallory’s heart pounded harder as she looked around for any sign of another horse. “Where’s my son?”
“I’m sorry, Mallory.” He grimaced. “I tried to stop them, but they took the boy with them.”
He had to be overlooking something.
Chase Landon sat in his office at the Ranger Company in Midland, Texas. He’d gone over and over the same information for the past week. He’d prided himself on his ability to find clues that others had missed, but this old case still had him stumped.
Since joining the Texas Rangers nearly nine years ago, one of his goals had been to find his uncle’s killer. He also knew he should leave it to the Rangers’ Unsolved Crimes Investigation Team in San Antonio. But this was too important to Chase, and he refused to give up.
“Anything new show up?” fellow ranger Jesse Raines asked as he stuck his head though the doorway.
“No.” Chase leaned back in his chair. “Ballistics still doesn’t match. There had to be another gun there. Another shooter.”
“We could go back and take another look.” Just being recently commissioned, Jesse was eager to help out on any and all cases. “But after all this time, it’s probably long gone.”
“I don’t think the shooter had enough time to get rid of it,” Chase said more to himself than to his partner. He closed the manila folder and stood. “Anything more on the Sweetwater escapees?”
Jesse cocked his thumb toward the door. “The captain is talking with the state troopers now.”
Although he’d been in the Midland Company for only the past year, Chase knew this area well. He’d grown up in the oil-rich Permian Basin of West Texas. His first job in law enforcement had been with the highway patrol there.
Suddenly the captain, Bob Robertson, walked in. “Landon. Raines. It looks like we’ve been called in,” he told them. “The two escapees, now identified as Charles Jacobs and Berto Reyes, have shot a civilian and carjacked a vehicle. Now, they’ve taken an eight-year-old boy hostage. So I need you and your gear ready in thirty minutes.”
The captain glanced at Chase. “Sorry, Landon, looks like your vacation is temporarily on hold. I need you on this.”
“Not a problem,” he said. “Where did they abduct the boy?”
“It was on the Lazy K Ranch. Southeast of Interstate 20.”
Chase felt as if he’d been socked in the gut. Then dread washed over him. “Buck Kendrick’s place?” He barely got the words out.
The captain nodded. “It’s Kendrick’s grandson, Ryan Hagan.”
Chase stopped breathing. Mallory had a son?
“You know the man?”
Chase managed a nod. “A long time ago.” He had trouble thinking of her with a child.
“So you know that even from Kendrick’s hospital bed, he’s demanding that every law officer in the state join in the search for his grandson. Not that I blame him.” He sighed. “We better get to it. The helicopter will take off in thirty minutes.” The captain walked out with Jesse.
Chase sank down into the chair and rubbed his hands over his face. This was crazy.
Mallory Kendrick.
The pretty, ebony-haired girl with big green eyes. An incredible contrast to her olive skin from her mother’s Spanish roots. Tall and slender, she had legs that men fantasized about. But Chase had had to quit seeing her. She was too young, and way out of his league.
She was the daughter of rich oilman and rancher, Buck Kendrick, and he was a kid from the poor side of town who would never fit into her lifestyle. But damn, even after all these years, thoughts still lingered of what might have been between them.
Mallory Kendrick…Hagan had made him crazy for years. From the time she’d turned eighteen clear through to their heated summer romance and their breakup when he went off to join the rangers.
Chase leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. If there had been a woman who could have deterred him from his dream… Mallory was the one.
Funny thing was he’d returned to Midland to see if they could work things out between them, but he quickly learned he was too late. He’d remembered vividly how good old Buck persuaded him to back away when he’d showed up at the door and learned Mallory had gotten married to another man and was on her honeymoon.
Over the several months that followed, he’d tried to convince himself it was all for the best. It didn’t stop his misery. Even concentrating on his new career with the rangers, he managed to let Mallory interrupt his thoughts for a long time. She was the one reason he’d nearly refused the transfer here a year ago. He’d wondered if he might run into her. He hadn’t so far.
And now, he was going to drive up to her door.
Her son was in danger. That had nothing to do with their past. It was the little boy he had to concentrate on…the boy he had to find. As a ranger, he couldn’t walk away.
Mallory stayed in the kitchen, and there was no point looking outside to see anything. It was after dark, and in the country that meant black as pitch. Besides, there were dozens of law officers who had cordoned off the area and set up a base at the barn. She could go down there. And do what? What she wanted was to grab one of Buck’s guns, climb on a horse and go search for her child. They weren’t about to let her do that. Look where that had gotten Joe and Buck.
She had seen her father brought in hours ago. She didn’t go with him in the ambulance, sending Rosalie instead. Luckily, his wound wasn’t life threatening, and he only had to spend overnight in the hospital.
Afraid and anxious, Mallory resumed her pacing while her mind worked overtime thinking about how scared Ryan had to be. And she knew that the convicts were lifers and had nothing to lose if they killed her son.
No. No. A tear ran down her face as she began to tremble again. She had to get him back. Ryan was her life…. They’d gone through so much together.
Her thoughts turned to the man from her past. Chase Landon. Nine years since Mallory had seen him. Back then he’d been a state trooper, with dreams of being a Texas Ranger. And when that day finally came, their idyllic summer had come to an end…and he had walked away from her, breaking her young heart.
Now, that man was going to be the one to help rescue her son. A few years back she’d read the story about how Ranger Chase Landon had tracked a robbery suspect to the Mexican border and talked him into surrendering. She was hoping for the same outcome now.
Hearing the helicopter fly overhead, she felt her heart race in anticipation. More commotion outside, along with voices. She released a slow breath, went to the door and opened it.
Chase stood well over six feet tall. His dark brown eyes were piercing, and his chiseled jaw was rigid. Dressed in army fatigues and sporting a baseball cap, he looked more like a soldier than a Texas Ranger.
Mallory knew one thing. The man still affected her in the same way he always had. His dark brooding looks still demanded respect. She once knew the softer, gentler side of this man, too. Right now, that seemed like a