but haven’t found anyone available.”
Tandy set down her pizza and wiped her hands on the paper towel next to her plate. “It seems other ranchers offer to pay them more. I can’t raise my offer until after I see what my first cattle bring at market.”
“I just wanted to say if you need an extra hand with anything while I’m here, my work hours checking on the wolf pack are flexible. I think Manny will tell you I did okay cowboying when your dad was so ill. Before college I helped on a buddy’s family ranch.”
“That’s generous of you. I have a lot to learn about running a ranch. Manny should retire, but I’m so thankful he agreed to lend me a hand. I feel bad, though, because I know riding, roping and even walking sometimes hurts his old bones.”
When she said “bones,” the hound got up from under Scotty’s chair and padded around to gaze up at Tandy with soulful eyes.
Scotty laughed. “Mr. Bones thought you were talking about him, Mama.”
She gave the dog a piece of the ham from her pizza.
“Hey, I thought you said not to feed him at the table,” Scotty accused.
“I did. That was a rare treat.”
Scotty turned to Wyatt. “If you help Mama with the cows, can we help you hunt for wolves?”
“Uh...probably not. Today I didn’t find them near easy walking paths. My next trek will be higher into the mountains. I’ll have to be on the lookout for paw prints, or follow noise on my homing device from the wolves’ collars. There may still be snow up there, too, so it’ll be cold as well as tedious.”
“Can you show me how you look for paw prints?” Scotty asked as he took another piece of pizza.
“I can show you how to recognize Mr. Bones’s prints, and how they differ from a rabbit, a horse or other creatures that may hunt mice around your barn. Uh, if it’s okay with your mom,” he added.
“I’m fine with it as long as you don’t follow them into the woods, Scotty. It’s too easy to get turned around and lost in there.”
“Definitely,” Wyatt stressed. “I carry a GPS and I have a regular old-style compass if my electronics stop working.”
“I’m full,” Scotty said. “Can I see the wolf book now?”
“Maybe Wyatt hasn’t finished eating,” Tandy chided. “Wrap the rest of your pizza and stick it in the fridge to eat tomorrow.”
“Yay. Pizza two times in a row.” The boy hopped up and ran to get foil.
While he was rummaging in a drawer, Wyatt leaned toward Tandy. “As well as a book, I ran across a poster of a wolf family. I bought it, but if you think Scotty’s too curious about wolves, I won’t give it to him.”
“Oh, he’ll love it. His cousin in Hawaii had surfing posters on his wall. Scotty was always envious. He didn’t have his own room at my sister-in-law’s.”
Wyatt ate the last of his salad and excused himself from the table. He retrieved the sack from the bookstore and unrolled the poster for Scotty and his mom to see.
“Wow, wow! I love it. Mama, can we hang it across from my bed so when I wake up I see it? Like where Mark tacked up his surfer dudes?” Not waiting for his mother to say yes or no, Scotty flung his arms around Wyatt. “My daddy never bought me nothing. He’s not dead, Mama said. But he’s gone. I won’t see him anymore and I don’t care. This is the best present I ever got. Can you stay here always, Wyatt? I know Mama said you’re only here ’til you find the wolves. Why do you gotta go away?”
Seeing the shocked expression on Tandy’s face, Wyatt unwound Scotty’s arms. “I’m glad you like the poster. Let’s sit and I’ll read you part of the book.”
The boy plopped down immediately, and Wyatt thought he’d smoothed over an awkward situation. At least he did until he noticed the pleat between Tandy’s eyebrows as she jumped up and hurriedly began to clear the table. Wyatt wondered if he should have said more to extricate himself. Surely she didn’t think he was trying to usurp the place of Scotty’s father. He’d have to find a minute alone to assure her that wasn’t so.
Tandy suddenly felt angry all over again at Dan. She had bought Scotty birthday and Christmas gifts and marked them from her and Dan. How could their son be aware his father had never contributed anything? Had she accidentally sounded negative when explaining their divorce? She’d tried to be evenhanded. No matter how it hurt her, she hoped someday Dan would regret turning his back on his son.
While loading the dishwasher, she listened to Wyatt reading and explaining the pictures that went along with the story. There was no mistaking Scotty’s delight. She had to smile over his rapid-fire questions. And yet the man kept up.
Soon done in the kitchen, Tandy still lingered. She didn’t want to interrupt them so she assembled ingredients for chocolate chip cookies and got busy mixing. It didn’t take long.
The timer sounded when the first sheet was done. Suddenly Scotty appeared beside her as she took the pan from the oven. He clutched the book and poster and literally bounced up and down with excitement, almost tripping over Mr. Bones.
“Mama, those smell so good. Can Wyatt and I have some? And will you take a picture on your phone of me with my book and poster? I wanna send it to Mark. Then can I call him? I bet he doesn’t know mama and daddy wolves stay together their whole lives. And their pups go off like people kids do. Wyatt said if either the mama wolf or daddy die, they live with the pack but don’t get married again. Did you know that?” He moved closer to the stove, turning serious when she eyed him with a slight frown. “Okay, wolves don’t really get married ’cause they don’t got churches like us, but it’s com...com...what’s that word you used, Wolf Man? Uh, Wyatt,” he rushed to say, no doubt because Tandy set the pan of cookies down really hard.
“I said they have a committed relationship,” Wyatt whispered to Tandy, walking into the kitchen. “I could’ve said studies suggest wolves mate for life, but then I’d have to explain what that means.” He wrinkled his nose and scratched the side of his neck, all while offering Tandy a self-conscious shrug. “I was explaining how wolf packs resemble a town in how often families band together.”
Finding his discomfort endearing, Tandy slanted him a smile. “Raising curious, precocious kids can be a challenge. Scotty, let me unload these cookies to the cooling rack and put the next pan in to bake before you take any.”
As she worked, she eyed her son. With her having been away, she worried that he hadn’t received many gifts for no reason. Thanks to Wyatt, right now Scotty was dancing on air. It buoyed her spirits to see him so exuberant.
“I suppose you can call Mark. Let’s see, it’s still early enough in Honolulu so you won’t interrupt their dinner.” She checked her watch as she deftly set the timer again.
“I can take his picture if you’d like,” Wyatt said. “I’ll set up his call if you need to refill that pan. I’d hate for you to burn those great-smelling cookies.”
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