for the way he’d taken advantage of her father’s naiveté and his imperfect command of English. Thinking he was taking a big step toward expanding the Luna, Abel had paid the Cold Creek thousands of dollars for water rights that had turned out to be virtually useless. Abel should have taken the bastard to court—or at least stopped paying each month for nothing.
But he had insisted on remitting every last penny he owed to Hank Dalton and, after a few years with poor ranch returns, had been forced to take on two jobs to cover the debt.
She barely saw him from the age of eleven until his death five years later. One night after Abel had spent all day on the tractor baling hay then turned around and driven to Idaho Falls to work the graveyard shift at his factory job, he’d been returning to the Luna when he had fallen asleep at the wheel of his old Dodge pickup.
The truck rolled six times and ended up in a ditch, and her kind, generous father was killed instantly.
She knew exactly who should shoulder the blame. The Daltons had killed her father just as surely as if they’d crashed into him in one of the shiny new pickups they always drove.
She sipped her coffee and shifted her leg as the constant pins-and-needles phantom pains became uncomfortable.
Was there room in her life right now for old bitterness? she wondered. She had plenty of new troubles to brood about without wallowing around in the mud and muck of ancient history.
Now that she’d come home, she saw no reason she and the Daltons couldn’t just stay out of each other’s way.
Unbidden, an image of Jake Dalton flitted across her mind, all lean strength and rumpled sexiness and she sighed. Jake should be at the top of the list of Daltons to avoid, she decided. He had always been the hardest for her to read and the one she had most in common with, as they had both chosen careers in medicine.
For various reasons, there had always been an odd bond between them, fragile and tenuous but still there. She would just have to do her best while she was home to ignore it.
A tractor suddenly rumbled into view, and she was grateful for the distraction from thoughts of entirely too-sexy doctors.
She craned her neck, expecting to see her tío Guillermo, her father’s bachelor brother who had run the ranch for Viviana since Abel’s death. Instead, she was stunned to find her mother looking tiny and fragile atop the rumbling John Deere.
Ranch wives were bred tough in the West, and Viviana was no different—tougher than some, even. Still, the sight of her atop the big tractor was unexpected.
Viviana waved with cheerful enthusiasm when she spied Maggie in the garden. The tractor shuddered to a stop and a moment later her mother hopped down with a spryness that disguised her fifty-five years and hurried toward her.
“Lena! How are you feeling this morning?”
“Better.”
“You should be resting after your long drive. I did not expect you to be up so early. You should go back to bed!”
Here was the coddling she had expected and she decided to accept it with grace. “It was a long drive and I may have overdone things a little. But I promise, I’m feeling better this morning.”
“Good. Good. The clean air of the Luna will cleanse your blood. You will see.”
Maggie smiled, then gestured to the tractor. “Mama, why are you doing the planting? Where’s Tío Guillermo?”
An odd expression flickered across her mother’s lovely features, but she quickly turned away. “Do not my flowers look beautiful this year? We will have many blooms with the rains we’ve had. I thought many of them would die in the hard freeze of last week but I covered them with blankets and they have survived. They are strong, like my daughter.”
With Viviana smiling at her with such love, Maggie almost let herself be deterred, but she yanked her attention back. “Don’t change the subject, Mama. Why are you planting instead of Guillermo? Is he sick?”
Viviana shrugged. “This I cannot say. I have not seen him for some days.”
“Why not?”
Her mother didn’t answer and suddenly seemed wholly focused on deadheading some of the tulips that had bloomed past their prime.
“Mama!” she said more firmly, and her mother sighed.
“He does not work here anymore. I told him to go and not return.”
Maggie stared. “You what?”
“I fired him, sí? Even though he said he was quitting anyway, that I could not pay him enough to keep working here. I said the words first. I fired him.”
“Why? Guillermo loves this place! He has poured his heart into the Luna. It belongs to him as much as us. He owns part of the ranch, for heaven’s sake. You can’t fire him!”
“So you think I’m a crazy woman, too?”
“I didn’t say that. Did Guillermo call you crazy?”
Her mother and her father’s brother had always seemed to get along just fine. Guillermo had been a rock of support to both of them after Abel’s death and had stepped up immediately to run the ranch his brother had loved. She couldn’t imagine what he might have done to anger her mother so drastically that she would feel compelled to fire him—or what she would have said to make him quit.
“This makes no sense, Mama! What’s going on?”
“I have my reasons and they are between your tío and me. That is all I will say about this to you.”
Her mother had a note of finality in her voice but Maggie couldn’t let the subject rest.
“But Mama, you can’t take care of things here by yourself! It’s too much.”
“I will be fine. I am putting an ad in the newspaper. I will find someone to help me. You are not to worry.”
“How can I not worry? What if I talk to Guillermo and try to smoothe things over?”
“No! You are to stay out of this. You cannot smooth this over. Sometimes there are too many wrinkles between people. I will hire someone to help me but for now I am fine.”
“Mama...”
“No, Magdalena.” Her mother stuck her chin up, looking at once fierce and determined. “That is all I will say about this.”
This time she couldn’t ignore Viviana’s firmness. But Maggie could be every bit as stubborn as her mother. “Fine.” She pulled herself up to stand. “Between the two of us, we should be able to manage until you’re able to hire someone.”
Her mother gaped, her flashing dark eyes now slightly aghast. “Not the two of us!”
She reverted to Spanish, as she always did in times of high emotion, and proceeded to loudly and vociferously tell Maggie all the reasons she would not allow her to overexert herself on the Rancho de la Luna.
Maggie listened to her mother’s arguments
