at the moment her nerves screamed inside her.
“Jim Radar’s bull got himself all tangled up in a mess of barbed wire this morning. It took me hours to get him unwound and cleaned up,” Amanda said. At twenty-eight, Amanda had a successful large animal veterinarian practice and a six-month-old daughter, Cheyenne, who was the love of her life. “I gave Jim a lecture about the dangers of barbed wire, but I think it went in one ear and out the other.”
“How’s the barn project coming along?” Catherine asked her younger sister, Gabriella. Gabby had a dream of turning an old red barn on the property into a center for troubled teens. She was not only devoted to her project but also planning a Christmas wedding with Trevor Garth, head of security here at the Dead River Ranch.
“Slowly,” Gabby admitted, her green eyes sparkling with happiness. “I keep getting distracted by wedding plans. It’s already October and that doesn’t give me much time to have a perfect wedding by December.”
“It’s going to be a beautiful wedding and hopefully it will bring some joy into this place,” Catherine replied.
Amanda sighed with a touch of impatience. “We’ve only got an hour before dinnertime. Shouldn’t somebody go in there and check and find out if the answer is yes or no?”
Once again Catherine’s nerves jumped erratically inside her veins, as if attempting to make a hasty escape. How had she gotten herself into the situation where she’d even have to take a pregnancy test? Before the question fully formed in her head, she knew the answer. She’d been such a fool. They’d always been so careful, always had what she assumed was safe sex, but apparently it was possible that at some point a condom hadn’t done its job.
She stood from the dainty pink-and-white chair where she’d been seated, an anxious dread attempting to weigh her back down. “I guess I’ll go find out.”
Gabby jumped up off the chaise where she and Amanda had been seated. She grabbed hold of Catherine’s cold hand. “I’ll go with you, Cath.”
The whole thing felt surreal. When Catherine had missed her first period she’d chalked it up to all the stress and madness that had been taking place over the past couple of months at the ranch. When she’d missed her second period, she’d finally decided it was time to take the test. And now it was the moment of truth.
She squeezed Gabby’s hand tightly as they entered the large, plush bathroom. The plastic test container was on the back of the stool and within five steps of it she could see the result. The positive sign glared up at her.
She was vaguely aware of Gabby’s small gasp, but a curious numbness swept over Catherine. Pregnant. She was pregnant. The words went around and around in her head, but she couldn’t grasp the concept.
She picked up the test and threw it into the small trash can next to the commode and then she and Gabby returned to the sitting room. Gabby gave a nod to Amanda as Catherine sank back down on her chair.
“So, what are you going to do, Cath?” Amanda asked.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure. I need some time to think,” Catherine replied. “Neither of you can tell anyone about this. It has to be our secret until I figure things out.”
Amanda nodded solemnly. “My lips are sealed.”
“Pinky swear,” Gabby said. “You know your secret is safe with us.”
Catherine did know. She and her sisters had always been a team, confiding in each other, trusting each other, especially lately when there was such tension, such a sense of uncertainty and a faint simmer of danger in the house.
“I need to go check on Cheyenne,” Amanda said as she stood.
“And I’ve got some things to get to before dinner.” Gabby gazed at Catherine in concern. “Are you going to be all right?”
“Of course.” Catherine forced a smile to her lips.
“Do you need to talk or something?”
Catherine shook her head. “I just need some time to process everything. I think I’ll head out to the petting barn for a little while before it’s time to eat.”
She’d be able to think more clearly there among the little creatures that depended on her for their care. She’d always found peace in the petting barn and she definitely needed some peace at the moment.
Thankfully, as she made her way downstairs and to one of the back doors, she encountered nobody. She didn’t want to see anyone right now, didn’t want to have to indulge in idle chitchat. She needed to embrace the fact that she was pregnant by a man she’d thought she might be in love with, a man she now abhorred.
The Dead River Ranch was one of the most prosperous spreads in Wyoming. The two-thousand-acre ranch was located in the Laramie Mountains, forty miles from Cheyenne.
The enormous mansion housed not only the three sisters, but also their sickly father, other relatives and staff and ranch hands. It was an entire community unto itself, and for the past three months the community had been folding in on itself, but she couldn’t think about all that right now.
Not only was the house huge, but there were outbuildings everywhere and the remains of several that had burned in a horrible fire that had occurred two months before.
Old barns competed with new ones, stables and sheds dotted the landscape against a backdrop of blue endless skies and thick woods of a variety of trees.
As she stepped outside, she drew in a deep breath of the fresh, slightly bracing October air. It smelled of evergreen tinged wind from the mountains and of pastures browning with the cooler air. Cattle were visible in the distance, enjoying the late-afternoon sunshine while they grazed.
She headed toward the miniature barn where the petting area was located next to the huge stables building. The petting barn had been built two years ago when Catherine had found herself the unexpected owner of two friendly ferrets.
The owner of the ferrets, a friend of Catherine’s, was getting married and moving and she didn’t want to take her little babies to the local animal pound. Catherine had taken them and then had talked her father into building the petting barn.
She’d known her father, Jethro, would like the idea of a place where school and scout groups could come. He loved the idea of anyone visiting the ranch and admiring all that he’d built here.
The minute she opened the waist-high white gate that surrounded a small outdoor arena, Inky and Dinky, the two miniature donkeys brayed a greeting and competed with two sheep, three pygmy goats and a pot-bellied pig to get her attention.
She laughed as she was nudged and head-butted by the variety of animals all vying for an ear scratch, a belly-rub or the nuggets of grains she often carried with her before coming into the enclosure. “Sorry, kids, nothing for you this afternoon,” she said. Her words didn’t lessen the enthusiasm of the furry, fluffy creatures who loved her with or without treats.
It took several minutes for her to make sure that each and every one of them got a little special time and then she headed inside the miniature barn that housed the smaller animals. Rabbits ran in a fenced area and ducks quacked their happiness as they swam in a small pool that was continuously fed fresh water. A large cage held Frick and Frack, the two ferrets who were favorites among the school
