got out of his chair and came over to Johnny, who was putting another roll of caps into his mustang. “Where did you get that cap gun?”
“In Jackson. Carson took us.”
He turned to his parents. “Can we go into town and buy one?”
“I want one, too,” Rachel chimed in.
Their mother gave Tracy that “what are you going to do?” look. Tracy liked her. “Maybe after we’re through fishing.”
Tracy took her son aside. “Why don’t you go out front and let them shoot your gun for a minute?”
“Do I have to?”
“No, but it’s a good way to make friends, don’t you think?”
A big sigh escaped. “I guess.” He turned to Sam. “Do you guys want to try shooting some caps outside?”
“Heck, yes!”
They both ran out and Rachel followed. Tracy walked over to the parents who thanked her.
“I’m glad Johnny has someone to play with. After dinner we could all drive into town and take you to the Boot Corral. You can get a cap gun and cowboy hats there, in fact, everything Western.”
“That’s a wonderful idea!”
“I’m afraid my son would sleep in all his gear and new cowboy boots if I let him.”
Both Harrises grinned as they headed out of the dining room for the foyer. “This is a fabulous place,” Ralph commented. “I wish we could stay a month.”
Tracy understood how he felt. She was grateful his children would be here for Johnny. If she could drum up enough activities that included them until they flew home, maybe a talk with Carson wasn’t necessary. She needed to let things play out naturally before she got paranoid. No doubt other families with children would be staying here, too, and her worries would go away.
The next time Johnny brought up Carson’s name, she’d impress upon him that the owner of the ranch had too many responsibilities to be on hand all hours of the day.
Unfortunately, his name surfaced after their wonderful trout dinner when they’d all decided to go into town and do some shopping.
“I don’t want to go, Mom. Carson’s going to give me another lesson on Goldie.”
“But he’s not here, honey. We’ll have to wait until tomorrow. Tell you what. After we get back from town, you and the kids can go swimming. How does that sound?”
He thought about it for a minute before he said, “Okay.” Convincing him was like pulling teeth, but he liked the Harris children well enough to give in.
As it turned out, once they were back from town loaded with hats, guns and more ammo than they could use in a week, they realized it was too cool outside to swim. Monica suggested they play Ping-Pong in the game room off the dining room.
Tracy agreed and told Johnny to go along with them. She’d come back to the ranch house as soon as she’d freshened up. When she walked in the bedroom for their jackets, her cell phone rang. She checked the caller ID. It had to be her mother-in-law calling.
“Hello, Sylvia?”
“No, it’s Natalie. We came over for dinner before we leave on our trip in the morning. I’m using her phone to call because I can’t find mine. How are you doing by now? Or, more to the point, how’s Giovanni? Is he begging to go back home? I’ve wondered how he would handle things. I guess you realize our father-in-law is worried about him.”
That was no news. Since Tony’s death, his father had tried to step in as father and grandfather.
“If you want to know the truth, things are going so well it’s got me scared.”
“What do you mean?”
“Mr. Lundgren might be a former marine, but he’s the owner of this ranch and is this amazing cowboy who’s showing Johnny the time of his life. My son has a new hero.”
“Already?”
“I’m afraid so. You wouldn’t recognize him.”
“Why afraid?”
“That was a wrong choice of words.”
“I don’t think so. How old is this guy?”
Natalie always got to the crux. “Maybe twenty-nine, thirty. I don’t know.”
“Is he a hunk?”
“Nat—”
“He is!”
“Listen. I’d love to talk more, but I don’t have time. This nice couple with two children is watching out for Johnny in the game room and he’s waiting for me.”
“You mean he’s playing on his own without you?”
“I know that sounds unbelievable. In a nutshell, he’s had his first horseback ride on the most beautiful golden pony you’ve ever seen, and he’s in love with her.”
“Her?”
“He named her Goldie. You should see him riding around in the saddle like a pro, all decked out in Western gear and a cowboy hat. We’ll bring the same outfit home for Cory.”
“You actually got him over his fear long enough to ride a horse?” She sounded incredulous. Tracy understood. Since Tony’s death, Johnny showed reluctance to try anything new.
“Mr. Lundgren gave him his first lesson.”
“How did he accomplish that?”
Tracy told her about the photo of his father Carson had given him at the airport. “That was the magic connection that built his trust.”
“You’re right. He sounds like some wonderful guy. What’s his wife like?”
Tracy gripped the phone tighter. “He’s not married. Now, I really have to go. Have a great time on your trip to New York. We’ll talk when I get back. Give our love to the family. Ciao, Nat.”
There were no words to describe the ex-marine that would do him justice, so it was better not to try. No sooner had she disconnected than the phone on the bedside table started ringing. She assumed it was the front desk calling. Maybe it was Monica. She picked up. “Hello?”
“Hi, Tracy. It’s Carson. Am I disturbing you?”
His deep voice rumbled through her. She sank down on her twin bed. After discussing him with Natalie, she needed the support. “Not at all. I was just on my way over to the ranch house to play Ping-Pong with the others.”
“That sounds fun,” he said before he started coughing. “I’m sorry about today. I’d fully intended to take you fishing and give Johnny another horseback riding lesson.”
