times your size with no playmates?” she muttered, rubbing her aching shoulders. “He’s sprained both my shoulders and probably cracked part of my spine. He fell on me!”
He put Herman in the tank and locked the lid before he turned. “Fell?” He scowled. “From where?”
“There!”
She gestured toward one of the wide, tall sculptured posts that graced his king-size bed.
He whistled. “He hasn’t gone climbing in a while.” He moved a little closer to her and his black eyes narrowed. “You okay?”
“I told you,” she mumbled, “I’ve got fractured bones everywhere!”
He smiled gently. “Sore muscles, more likely.” His eyes were quizzical, soft. “You weren’t really scared, were you?”
She hesitated. Then she smiled back, just faintly. “Well, no, not really. I’ve sort of got used to him.” She shrugged. “He feels nice. Like a thick silk scarf.”
Cag didn’t say a word. He just stood there, looking at her, with a sort of funny smile.
“I thought they were slimy.”
The smile widened. “Most people do, until they touch one. Snakes are clean. They aren’t generally violent unless they’re provoked, or unless they’re shedding or they’ve just eaten. Half the work is knowing when not to pick them up.” He took off his hat and ran a hand through his thick hair. “I’ve had Herman for twelve years,” he added. “He’s like family, although most people don’t understand that you can have affection for a snake.”
She studied his hard face, remembering that his former fiancée had insisted that he get rid of Herman. Even if he loved a woman, it would be hard for him to give up a much-loved pet.
“I used to have an iguana,” she said, “when I was about twelve. One of the guys at the rodeo had it with him, and he was going off to college. He asked would I like him.” She smiled reminiscently. “He was green and huge, like some prehistoric creature, like a real live dragon. He liked shredded squash and bananas and he’d let you hold him. When you petted him on the head he’d close his eyes and raise his chin. I had him for three years.”
“What happened?”
“He just died,” she said. “I never knew why. The vet said that he couldn’t see a thing wrong with him, and that I’d done everything right by the book to keep him healthy. We could have had him autopsied, but Dad didn’t have the money to pay for it. He was pretty old when I got him. I like to think it was just his time, and not anything I did wrong.”
“Sometimes pets do just die.” He was looking at Herman, coiled up happily in his tank and looking angelic, in his snaky fashion. “Look at him,” he muttered. “Doesn’t look like he’s ever thought of escaping, does he?”
“I still remember when I opened up the washing machine to do clothes and found him coiled inside. I almost quit on the spot.”
“You’ve come a long way since then,” he had to admit. His eyes went to the blue and white sparkle of the necklace and he stared at it.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, wrapping her hand around it guiltily. “I never should have worn it around your brothers. But it’s so lovely. It’s like wearing a piece of the sky around my neck.”
“I’m glad you like it,” he said gruffly. “Wear it all you like. They’ll find something else to harp on in a day or so.”
“I didn’t think they’d notice.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “I haven’t bought a present for a woman in almost seven years,” he said shortly. “It’s noteworthy around here, despite my intentions.”
Her face colored. “Oh, I know it was just for my birthday,” she said quickly.
“You work hard enough to deserve a treat now and again,” he returned impatiently. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
She nodded. “A little thing like a broken back won’t slow me down.”
He glowered at her. “He only weighs a hundred and ten pounds.”
“Yeah? Well, I only weigh a hundred!”
His eyes went over her suddenly. “You’ve lost weight.”
“You said that before, but I haven’t. I’ve always been thin.”
“Eat more.”
Her eyebrows arched. “I’ll eat what I like, thank you.”
He made a rough sound in his throat. “And where are those new clothes we’ve been trying to get you to buy?”
“I don’t want any more clothes. I have plenty of clothes.”
“Plenty, the devil,” he muttered angrily. “You’ll go into town tomorrow and get some new jeans and shirts. Got that?”
She lifted her chin stubbornly. “I will not! Listen here, I may work for you, but you don’t tell me what I can wear!”
He stared at her for a minute with narrowed eyes. “On second thought,” he muttered, moving toward her, “why wait until tomorrow? And like hell I can’t tell you what to wear!”
“Callaghan!” she shrieked, protesting.
By the time she got his name out of her shocked mouth, he had her over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift. He walked right down the hall with her, passing Leo, who was just on his way back in to see what had happened.
“Oh, my gosh, did Herman bite her?” he gasped. “Is she killed?”
“No, of course he didn’t bite her!” Cag huffed and kept walking.
“Then where are you taking her?”
“To the nearest department store.”
“To the…you are? Good man!”
“Turncoat!” Tess called back to him.
“Get her a dress!” Leo added.
“I hate dresses!”
“In that case, get her two dresses!”
“You shut up, Leo!” she groaned.
Rey was standing at the back door when Cag approached it with his burden.
“Going out?” Rey asked pleasantly, and opened the door with a flourish. “Have fun, now.”
“Rescue me!” Tess called to him.
“Say, wasn’t there a song about that?” Rey asked Leo, who joined him on the porch.
“There sure was. It went like this…‘Rescue me!’” he sang.
The two of them were
