Cool Hand Hank / A Cowboy's Redemption: Cool Hand Hank / A Cowboy's Redemption. Kathleen Eagle
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“She’s outside. Caused me some trouble, so she’s in the doghouse.”
“No way. You tell Phoebe she can—” Zach glanced past Hank and gave a high sign. “Sally! Over here! I want you to meet somebody.”
“Can he swim?”
That was the voice. “Sounds like I’m out of my depth again.” Hank turned and hit her feet first with a gaze that traveled slowly upward, from the red toenails she’d claimed to be touching bottom to the blue neckline that dipped between pale breasts. He paused, smiled, connected with her eyes—blue, but more vibrant than her sister’s—and paid homage again with the touch of his finger to the brim of his hat. Her short blond hair looked freshly fixed. “I like your dress.”
“What’s that? You like me dressed?”
“That, too. But clothes don’t make the woman.” He’d already seen what did.
“So true. I didn’t catch your name.”
“Hank Night Horse.”
Ann looked up at Zach. “I have a feeling we missed something.”
“I have a feeling this is the sister,” Hank said as he offered his hand. Hers was slight and much colder than advertised. He gave it a few extra seconds to take on a little heat. He had plenty to spare.
“And this is the music man.” Sounding as cool as her hand felt, Sally looked him straight in the eye. For someone who’d been laughing it up less than an hour ago, she sure wasn’t giving him much quarter.
“Hank, Sally Drexler, soon to be my sister-in-law. Have you two already…”
“I took Phoebe for a walk right after we pulled in. She tried to retrieve Sally from the lake.”
“Aw, you gotta love Phoebe,” Zach said cheerfully. “Hank’s part of the medical team working the rodeo circuit, and Phoebe’s his bedside manner.”
Sally’s eyes brightened. “I’ve spent a lot of time around the rodeo circuit. I used to be a stock contractor. Zach delivered the thrills and I furnished the spills. But that was probably before your time.”
“I just hand out the pills.”
“He does a lot more than that,” Zach said. “Pops joints back in place, sets bones, makes the prettiest stitches you ever saw. Plus, he shoes horses on the side.”
Sally challenged Hank’s credentials with a high-headed smile. “All that and a wedding singer, too?”
“First time.” Hank gave Ann an indulgent smile. “I hear brides can be hard to please, and I’m a what-you-hear-is-what-you-get kind of a guy. I don’t mind being the funeral singer. You get no complaints from the star of the show.”
“You’re listed on the program without the name of the song, which I really wanted…” Ann glanced at Zach. They were already developing their own code.
Good start, Hank thought. He and his former wife had never gotten that far.
“But we agreed to leave it up to you,” Zach filled in.
“It’s my gift. I want it to be a surprise.”
Ann shrugged. “I promise not to complain.”
“I promise not to sing ‘Streets of Laredo.'” Hank glanced across the room. A handful of people were gathered at the bar. Two women were setting bowls of flowers on the white-draped table. He turned to Sally. “What’s your wedding assignment?”
“Maid of honor, of course. It’s a plum role. By the way,” she reported to her sister, “more gifts were delivered here today. I had the desk clerk store them under lock and key. There’s actually one from Dan Tutan.”
Tutan. Hank frowned. He hadn’t heard the name since he was a kid, when he’d heard it whispered respectfully, sometimes uneasily, eventually contemptuously around the Night Horse home.
“Or his wife,” Ann was saying. “She takes neigh-borliness seriously.”
“Dan Tutan’s your neighbor?” Hank asked.
Sally sighed. “A few miles down the road. Not close enough so we have to see him every day. But before I say fortunately, is he a friend of yours?”
“Nope.”
“Well, he’d like to turn our wild-horse sanctuary into a dog-food factory.”
“Why’s that?”
“The horses like to mess with him,” Zach said. “They know he’s extremely messable.”
“Tutan’s had a pretty sweet deal on grazing leases around here for so long he’s forgotten what a lease is,” Sally said. “We’re bidding on some leases and some grazing permits that he’s held for years, and we’ve got a good chance at them because of the sanctuary. We’re a retirement home for unadoptable wild horses. We give them grassland instead of a Bureau of Land Management feedlot. So Tutan doesn’t like us much these days. How do you know him?”
“My father knew him.” Hank glanced away. “Tutan wouldn’t know me from an Indian-head penny.”
“He’d know the penny,” Sally said. “Damn Tootin’ never walks away from any kind of money.”
Zach clapped a hand on Hank’s shoulder. “Don’t tell him which one we picked up for a song.”
“Damn Tootin'.” Hank chuckled. He didn’t think he’d heard that one.
“Were they friends?” Sally asked. “Your father and my neighbor?”
“My dad worked for Tutan for a while. Long time ago. No, they weren’t friends.”
“Good. I’m not good at watching what I say about people I hate.” Sally linked arms with her sister. “I’d get the bomb squad to check out his gift if I were you. And then put it in the regifting pile.”
“Tell us how you really feel, Sally,” Zach teased. He winked at Hank. “I’m glad you’re giving us live music. That’s something she can’t regift.”
“I’m recording everything,” Sally said. “Hell, if your singer’s any good, I’ll burn a few CDs for Christmas presents. The frugal rancher’s three R’s: regift, repurpose, recycle.” She poked Zach in the chest as though she were testing for doneness. “But we can’t regift your brother’s trip, so you’re going to use that one.”
“We’ll get to it. There’s no rush.”
“No rush to go on your honeymoon?” Sally flashed Hank a smile. “What’s this guy’s problem, Doc?”
“Can’t say.”
“You’re ducking behind that confidentiality screen, aren’t you?” She turned back to