A Ranch to Call Home. Leann Harris
it requires. But the local ranchers need the help.”
“I will talk to Joel and the other two board members. Why don’t we meet this Saturday morning? Is the Country Kitchen Café downtown still there and in business?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Good. Then let’s meet there and coordinate what needs to be done. If we need to look at the fairgrounds, we can.”
“All right. You’ll notify the others?”
“I will.” Kaye disconnected and set the phone on the table, taking a deep breath.
She’d spent the morning going over the papers scattered across the formal dining room table, putting them in some sort of order. It reminded her of some of the offices in Baghdad. She’d spent the morning writing a list of things that needed to be done. More than once she’d wanted to throw up her hands and walk away from the mess. But as soon as that thought had occurred, the army side of her came roaring back, determined to make order out of the chaos. The ranchers needed the money, and the rodeo would raise those funds.
“How did you let your brother hornswoggle you into doing his job?”
Looking up, she spied her grandfather at the door. “Good question. I must be off my game.”
Gramps walked slowly to the table. When he sat, he adjusted the sling holding his right arm. “I think I’m going to throw this contraption into the trash.”
Standing, she came to his side. “Here, let me do that. You want it looser or tighter?”
“I want it gone.”
Apparently, she was going to pull rank on the old boy. “That’s fine, but I’m sure the doctors told you that it would take longer for that shoulder to recover without it. And if you want to mess with this longer, then ignore the medical advice. I know how annoying it is, because there in San Antonio I refused therapy until one drill sergeant of a head nurse told me to move my sorry bu—posterior out of her ward. She only wanted those patients who were brave enough to heal. I had to do a lot of things I didn’t want to do these past six months to be able to walk again.”
His mouth compressed into a frown. “Going to use guilt on me, are you, girl?”
“If it works, I’m using it.”
She could see her grandfather considering her words. “I like how the army trained you.”
“If I was still in the army, I’d simply give you an order.”
He laughed. “I bet you were a handful.”
“According to Mom, I always was a handful.” The mention of her mom sobered her.
Gramps rested his hand on her arm. “You need to make peace with what happened.”
She tried not to jerk away, but his words were like a live wire touching her skin. “What about your sling?”
“I need this thing looser.”
She readjusted the strap.
“So can you make sense of this mess?” He nodded toward the table that now sported neat stacks of papers.
“Barely. I’ve been looking through everything. What I need is Joel in here, not outside chasing down cows.”
“Why not call the other folks on the committee?”
“I just finished talking to Nan White. And she told me about Mike Johnson and Laurie Benson.”
“I’ve heard your brother talking to them.”
“So why didn’t he tell me about the others? I found a note buried in this chaos.” Kaye finished adjusting the sling.
“Because Nan recently got divorced and has been eyeballing your brother like he’s a side of beef.”
A chuckle burst out of her mouth. “So it wasn’t my talent that impressed my brother. He just wanted a stand-in.”
Gramps started to shrug, but the pain stopped him. He hissed. “I think I might take one of those little pills the hospital gave me and sit in my chair.”
“Let’s get you settled, then I’ll get your meds.” She’d been through enough pain; she could identify with Gramps in a way she would’ve never understood before.
Gramps hobbled into the living room and eased into his well-worn recliner. Kaye grabbed the pills and a glass of water from the kitchen and returned to his side.
He took the meds without any argument, which meant he was hurting. He settled back in the chair and closed his eyes. “Turn on that TV to one of the sports channels and I’ll sit here and listen to it.”
Kaye smiled and turned on the TV.
“Why don’t you go and see if you can corner your brother and drag some answers out of him. I won’t move.”
Not sure she wanted to leave Gramps, she stood there.
Gramps opened one eye. “Go. Midnight is out in the corral.”
She didn’t want to insult her grandfather, so she retrieved the handset from the dining room table and put it on the table beside the chair. “I’ve put the phone by your chair. Call if you need anything.”
He nodded and waved her away.
She kissed Gramps’s forehead and reluctantly walked away, praying she’d made the right decision.
Out on the back porch, she stretched her protesting back and shoulders. Sitting that long had allowed her muscles to stiffen, and she’d worked so hard to build them up. The first time she’d gotten out of the hospital bed in San Antonio, she’d landed on her backside, her muscles like jelly. She’d done it in front of the drill-sergeant nurse, but that weakness made her realize she needed to fight.
Midnight was in the corral behind the barn, as Gramps had said. A ride just might be the thing. Besides, after talking to Nan and Gramps, she had a few things she wanted to discuss with her brother.
Nan had been great after Kaye had told her what her job in the army had been. Kaye planned to talk to the other two members of the committee later, after she “chatted” with her brother. He was still the head honcho and she needed his input.
Stopping before the fence, Kaye called out to the horse. “Midnight, want a peppermint?” She held up the treat and noisily unwrapped it. The horse trotted to her side, putting her face near Kaye’s hands. “Oh, you’re easy. Didn’t take much convincing, did it?” The horse happily lipped the candy. Kaye slipped the bridle over the horse’s head and walked her into the barn. It only took moments for Kaye to saddle the mare. Kaye found the wooden folding steps they kept in the corner of the barn and used them to mount the horse. She looked forward to the day she wouldn’t need the extra help with mounting. Before the accident, she could pull herself into the saddle with ease.
She shook off the pity party. There was no use in playing the what-if game.
Touching her back pocket, Kaye made sure she had her cell phone. She considered calling Joel, but she wanted to surprise him with questions about the rodeo and didn’t want to give him time to come up with an excuse.
She studied the western horizon, noting the gathering clouds. “It looks like we might get some rain,” she told Midnight, patting the horse on her neck. “We can only pray it does.” She guided Midnight back inside the barn and snagged her old cowboy hat from a hook. It amazed her that her brother had kept it, but she’d put it to good use.
“Let’s see if we can find the guys before we have some weather.” She remembered they’d talked about checking the stock at the western edge of the ranch.
As she rode away from the barn, she felt a freedom, and long-ago hopes flickered to life in her heart, sparking a smile. The years seemed to melt away and she didn’t have a care in the world.
Her body relaxed