The Lonesome Rancher / Finding Happily-Ever-After. Marie Ferrarella
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“Whatever. I don’t care which.” Jade sat down on the blanket spread under a big tree beside the creek. Water trickled over the rocky bottom, making a soothing sound. Across on the other side was the free-range herd. Sloan had told her the fence was to keep them in the large pasture where the soil was free of any pesticides or fertilizers.
The wind caught her hair but she barely noticed as she watched the black Angus steers feeding on the tall grass. A calm feeling came over her.
“It’s so peaceful here.” Although a Texan, she hadn’t experienced much of country life.
He sat down beside her and handed her the plastic wrapped sandwich. “Some people would think it’s boring.” He tipped his hat back and looked out at his herd, with a leisurely gaze. A breeze rustled through the trees. “I call it heaven. That’s why I picked this part of the ranch to build a house.” He nodded behind him. “It’s over there.”
“Your house?”
“Don’t look so surprised. I haven’t lived with my parents since college. I stayed with Mom after her stroke and still do when Alisa and Dad are away. It’s only temporary.”
Jade rose up on her knees and spotted the buildings off in the distance. “It must be nice to have your own place, yet be close to family.”
“It is. The Merricks have been on this land for a long time. They settled in this area around the turn of the last century. Built the first house and barn not far from here.” He pointed past the rise. “Started raising Texas beef. And finding oil on your land doesn’t hurt, either. Good investments over the years helped out.”
Jade was intrigued about the ancestors. Was this her family? “That’s quite something to live in the same place for over a hundred years.”
He nodded. “The Merricks were even close friends of the Kerry family the town was named for.” He gave her an easy grin. “It’s said that Angus Kerry beat Otis Merrick in a poker game and got to name the town. If things had turned out differently, it might have been called Merrickville or Merrick Springs.”
She caught the glint in his eyes, and reached out and slapped him on the arm. “You’re making that up.”
“It could have happened that way.” He took a big bite of his sandwich and chewed a long time before adding, “But you’ll have to ask a true Merrick, Clay or Alisa, about the details.”
Jade frowned, unable to finish her sandwich. Would they claim her? “You’re part of the family, too, in every way that counts.”
He nodded. “And Clay has never made me feel any less, but there are many differences between us. I don’t have the drive for political office like he does. And there’s pretty much been a Merrick in Washington for the last fifty years.”
“I take it you’ve argued about it?”
He shook his head, but she could see something was bothering him. “Clay’s more subtle. But some think because I have the name I should run for office.”
“That’s crazy.”
He looked surprised at her comment. “And I’d make a rotten politician. Alisa would be better at it, but I don’t want her to be pressured, either. If you knew my baby sister you’d know that no one can make her do something she doesn’t want to do.”
“I like her already.” Jade might have a half sister. Would she be gone before she got the chance to meet her? “Does she come to the ranch often?”
Sloan opened the cap on a bottle of iced tea. He handed her one. “She doesn’t work far away, only in Austin.” He took a drink. “She’d like to meet you, too. The woman who helped bring our mother so far along.”
“Louisa would have gotten there. She just has a little stubborn streak.”
He sobered. “We were so worried about her, especially when she was losing her desire even to do therapy. To us, you’re a miracle worker.”
“Just doing my job.” Would they think that if they knew her real reason for coming here? “Besides, your mother’s the one who wanted to improve.”
The wind caught the blanket edge and blew it against her leg. That was when she noticed the building clouds.
Sloan looked up, too. “I don’t like the looks of this. “We better start back and now.”
By the time they’d gathered up their things, and mounted the horses the rain started coming down. Hard.
Sloan knew they couldn’t make it back to the house. “We need to find shelter. So we need to pick up the pace a little.”
“Okay, I’ll do my best,” she called to him as the rain penetrated her lightweight jacket and even her blouse.
“So hold on—tight. We’re making a run for it.” He instructed her to grip the saddle horn, then grabbed Cally’s reins. He kicked Amigo’s sides and took off over the rise.
Jade gasped, but managed to regain her balance as they cantered across the field. She soon found the rhythm and leaned forward on the horse. It wasn’t easy fighting against the wind and rain.
“That’s it,” he called as he turned toward her. “You’re doing great. Just a little farther.” They continued through the pasture until they came to an old house.
Sloan jumped off and hurried to help her down. “Go up on the porch while I take care of the horses.”
“I’ll help.” She took Cally’s reins and followed him as he led his horse up the one step to the shelter of the porch. She was surprised when Cally obeyed her commands. He tied the animals’ reins to the railing.
Just then lightning flashed across the sky, and rain sheeted off the porch roof. “Come on,” he told her. “Let’s get out of this.”
Sloan turned the knob on the front door, but had to push it with his shoulder to get it opened. Brushing away the cobwebs from the doorway, he went in ahead of her. Although the lighting was dim, he could see that the place was worse than he remembered.
Sparsely furnished, the room had a small table with two chairs in the center. Wooden cabinets lined one wall and a chipped sink stood alone in front of the window. A musty smell teased his nostrils. He reached for the light switch, and flicked it on.
“Oh, it’s … cozy,” Jade said as she followed him inside. She took off her hat and began to wipe the rain from her face.
“There are a lot of words for this place, but that’s not one of them.”
She shivered. “How about dry?”
“That’s a good one. It is dry.” He dropped his hat on the kitchen table. “But not very warm.” The temperature had dropped suddenly with the storm front. Another streak of lightning flashed.
He walked past the kitchen area into the main living space and the huge stone fireplace. There was wood stacked next to it. “Let’s see if I can warm up this place.”
He found some matches on the