out of jail early.
He sighed. The fact that his stepfather, Hank Lindy, would never hurt another woman again was one of the things that had made Cody’s incarceration tolerable. If there truly was a heaven and hell, Lindy’s soul was in the special kind of hell reserved for those who hit women, nearly killing them, and who preyed on young girls.
From all appearances, Hank Lindy, the owner of a feed and farm equipment store, was the epitome of a model citizen. That was the Lindy that his mother decided to marry. Cody never asked her if she’d really loved him, or just thought that he’d be generous and help get the Double M back into the black.
Georgianna had been very wrong.
While incarcerated, Cody had met a handful of genuinely great guys. Guilt, innocence or hard luck aside, they became his salvation. They got him through three damn years of hell, and he couldn’t have survived without them.
Nor could he have survived without the picture of Laura Duke that he’d taped to the filthy cinder-block wall in his cell. The picture reminded him of better times—riding horses with her through the fields, Laura cheering for him at high school football games, going with her to the junior and senior proms.
Of course, they’d had to sneak around to see each other, and Cody hated the deception, but J.W. had forbidden his beautiful daughter—his only child—to date him.
Even though they’d grown up next to one another and had gone to the same schools, Cody Masters had never been good enough for Laura in J.W.’s mind. He didn’t come from a well-off family and he wasn’t connected financially, socially or politically.
Then there was the fact that he was the son of Mike Masters.
The bad blood between J.W. and Mike Masters was legendary in Duke Springs. Rumor had it that years ago, J.W. wanted to marry Georgianna, but Mike had beat him to her. His mother always had a special feeling for J.W., Cody knew that, but she always denied that she would have married anyone but Mike Masters.
And when J.W. had lost the land in that drunken poker game and had wanted to buy it back throughout the years, well, their feud became epic.
Cody flashed back to the summer day, years ago, that he’d first worked up enough courage to ask Laura to go riding with him. He was about Cindy’s age at the time.
“Cody, I want to talk to you.” J.W. had sat him down on a hay bale in the barn and had pointed a finger at him. “You have nothing to offer Laura. I don’t want you to knock on the door of my house until you do, and even then, I might not open it to you. And if I find that you are sneaking around behind my back with her...well, you’d better be prepared for the consequences.”
But he’d gone against J.W.’s wishes and went behind his back to see Laura, just as he always had. In school, it was easy. Out of school, they both had to be even sneakier, and it went against his moral grain.
He remembered moving Laura into her dorm room at the University of Arizona in Phoenix. She’d been excited and eager to start her new life away from the Duke Ranch and away from her father’s immediate control. She’d had the sweet taste of freedom on her soft, warm lips and hot body, and they’d made love for the first time.
It was a day he’d never forget.
And he’d never forget today, either, seeing Laura for the first time in three years. Damn, she looked better than ever. She’d let her blond, silky hair grow and it fell over her shoulders in shades of gold. Shiny bangs tickled her eyebrows, but it was her eyes that told him everything. As he passed by, they looked him over, from the top of his cowboy hat to the bottom of his old boots and the silly suit he wore. He could see the sadness in her eyes.
Did she still love him?
Her letters had been his lifeline. At first, she’d written him every day, begging him to let her visit him, but he steadfastly refused. He didn’t want her to see him in there, but more importantly, he was afraid that she’d catch him at a weak moment, and he’d spill his guts.
She’d been mad, and her letters only came once a week. She claimed that she was hurt and claimed that there was nothing happening to tell him.
He always wrote her back immediately, but he’d sent the letters to the Double M. He knew that his mother would see that Laura got them, just as sure as he knew that J.W. or Laura’s mother, Penny, would destroy them.
He and Laura had made such wonderful plans for their future, but there was no chance now, no future for them.
He didn’t want to saddle Laura with a jailbird.
Before everything happened, they’d had plans to leave Duke Springs and relocate to escape the long-reaching claws of J.W.
As he toweled himself off, Cody looked out the window. His gaze was drawn to the logo of the Duke Ranch on the side of the white pickup. J.W. had a fleet of new white vehicles. The Double M had a beat-up ten-year-old Dodge Ram that was on a respirator. Once red, it was now pink from sunburn.
Cody stared at the crown—a perfect representation of J.W.’s character. Along with the Duke Ranch, the man owned all of Duke Springs—the bank, some clothing and shoe stores, the grocery, the feed and tractor store. Everything was a spoke in J.W.’s far-reaching wheel.
Everything, except the Double M.
As Cody slipped into a pair of worn jeans he’d found in his dresser and an equally worn black T-shirt, he found himself itching to get back to ranch work. But he wished it was his own property that he’d be working on. The Duke Ranch wasn’t where he wanted to be. Not today. Not any day.
He had to admit that at the Duke Ranch, he could see Laura from time to time. That was something to look forward to, but they’d have to be careful and tiptoe around so they could talk, catch up and maybe salvage some of their plans.
That is, if Laura still wanted him. He couldn’t read her today. She seemed shocked to see him. Hadn’t J.W. told Laura that her father had helped to get Cody paroled?
He wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t want anything to do with him. At the start of his incarceration, her letters told him that she still loved him, but the frequency of her letters had faded. When she did write him, it was mostly about his mother and sister and nothing personal about Laura herself.
He told himself for the hundredth time that Laura must have moved on and that anything between them was over.
He didn’t blame her one bit. He’d told her to forget him and find someone else.
But damn, he’d really hoped she hadn’t listened to him.
“Laura’s little boy, Johnny, is a hoot. He’s going to be quite the cowboy when he grows up.” Slim Gonzalez handed Cody a pitchfork later that afternoon in one of the huge barns on the Duke Ranch. “You should see the little guy on his pony, Pirate.”
Cody’s mouth went dry. He plopped down on a hay bale before he fell over. Grabbing a bottle of cold water from his small cooler, he took a long draw, then poured the rest over the back of his neck.
Cody turned toward Slim and braced himself. He wanted—no, needed—more information.
“Laura
