The Wrangler. Lindsay McKenna
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CHAPTER ONE
HOME...IT WAS the last place that Val Hunter wanted to be. She stood in the coolness of the Wyoming morning facing her past. The taxi had just dropped her off at the main house of the Bar H ranch. She bitterly recalled when her father, Buck Hunter, had remodeled the old one-story log home. Now, the house rose two stories and looked like an iconic cedar palace. Val’s mouth quirked as she heard the robins singing in the background. They sounded so happy in contrast to how she felt.
She had to enter the home and let her grandmother, Augusta Hunter, know that she’d arrived. Gus, as everyone called her, had been the only bright spot in Val’s upbringing. And she owed it to Gus to come home even though her heart felt weighted. Hot tears jammed into her eyes and Val hung her head and fought them back. Compressing her lips once her eyes were cleared, she picked up her two suitcases and slowly trudged up the cedar stairs as if she were going to her death.
After knocking on the huge wooden door with the emblem for Bar H carved across it, Val waited. It didn’t take long for a small woman with short silver hair to answer.
“Val!” she cried, her face lighting up.
“Hi, Gus. I made it home.”
Throwing her arms around her granddaughter, Gus held her for a long time. “Thank you for coming,” Gus said in a wobbly voice. She released Val and stood back, a cane in her left hand. “Come in. I have coffee waitin’ for us.”
Giving her short, wiry grandmother a forced half smile, Val picked up her luggage. It was always chilly on Wyoming mornings in June. “Thanks,” she murmured, setting down the bags and closing the door behind her. Gus hobbled on her cane as she limped down the hall. “I’ll take these to my old bedroom?”
“Yep, it’s waiting for you.” Gus pointed toward the polished stairs. “You get settled in and then come down and join me in the kitchen. Have you eaten?”
“Yes, I got breakfast on the flight over to Jackson Hole,” Val said. Gus halted at the opening on the right, which led to a huge kitchen. A kitchen that her father had built for her mother, Cheryl, many years earlier. Bitterness swept through Val. She passed her grandmother and headed up the stairs.
Her father had been violently drunk one night. He’d beat her mother so badly that she’d had to remain in the hospital for three days. After she got home, Buck had been apologetic and promised her that kitchen she’d always dreamed of having. He hadn’t built it because he loved Cheryl. No, it was a kitchen created out of guilt, terror and pain.
The hollow echo of her feet on the stairs sounded like an invisible ball and chain from the past. Her old bedroom was to the right of the stairs. Everything looked the same, as if time hadn’t touched it. Yet, as Val trudged unwillingly toward her room of terrible memories, she wondered how her grandmother managed to keep the house so clean. It was a large two-story home and Gus had broken her hip shortly after Cheryl died. Before that, Gus and Cheryl had lived here at the Bar H together, barely keeping it on life support. Val was ready to pull the plug on it.
Nudging the bedroom door open with the toe of her shoe, Val stepped into her hated past. On the bed, she saw the colorful flying geese quilt that Gus had made for her when she was ten years old. She set the bags on the floor, staring at the red, white and blue quilt. How many times had she wrapped herself up in it pretending that Gus was there, holding her? Holding her safe against her father? Of course, back then, Gus had lived with her husband, Pete, on a five-thousand-acre spread near Cheyenne, Wyoming. And Val knew her mother had worked hard not to let Gus know what was really going on at the Bar H.
Sighing, Val turned and studied the quiet room. There were frilly white curtains bracketing the large window, light pouring in and making it seem far more peaceful than she felt. Her childhood had returned. Only this time, her mother or father weren’t present. It was an odd, uncomfortable feeling and Val didn’t know how to deal with it. Why had she agreed to come home?
She went back downstairs. The only comfort in this life change she was making was being with her feisty eighty-four-year-old grandmother. Entering the warm kitchen, she saw Gus setting two mugs of steaming coffee on the rectangular cedar table.
“Ah, there you are. Come and sit down,” Gus invited with a smile. “I’ve got your sugar and cream here.” She noodled an arthritic finger toward the white porcelain containers sitting in the center of the table.
“Why don’t you sit down, Gus? You’re the one with a broken hip.” Val pulled out a chair for her grandmother.
“Thanks, honey.” Gus slowly lowered herself into it and propped the cane against the edge of the table. Smiling up at her, she murmured, “I can’t tell you how good it is that you’re home.” Gus gestured to the other side of the table. “Come on, sit down, Val. Let’s talk over coffee. That’s always a soothing, positive activity.” Gus chuckled indulgently.
Val couldn’t help but smile. As she walked around the table and sat opposite her silver-haired grandmother with her sparkling, lively blue eyes, a tiny part of her felt happy. The burden of the years living at the Bar H had overwhelmed any optimistic feelings. Picking up the creamer, Val said, “This is nice. Thanks for having coffee ready for me.”
“God’s lifeline.” Gus picked up her mug of black coffee. She raised it in a toast and then took a sip. “Westerners and their coffee are one and the same.” Sliding her work-worn fingers around the white mug, Gus watched Val as she poured the cream and sugar into her coffee. “I’m really sorry that I had to ask you to leave your career in the Air Force and come back home. I know what kind of courage it took to walk away from something you loved in order to help me.”
Val tasted the strong coffee and set the mug down. She reached across the table and brushed her grandmother’s hand. “I wouldn’t have done it for anyone else,” she said in a whisper, a catch in her tone. “You know that.”
Gus puckered her thin lips and nodded gravely. “You know, honey, when your mama died last year and you came home for the funeral, I knew…”
“Knew