B.J. Daniels the Cardwell Ranch Collection (19 page)

“Are you all right?” Hud asked as he placed his hand over hers and squeezed.

She smiled and nodded. “I’m always all right when I’m with you.”

He gave her hand another squeeze before he went back to driving. “I’m taking you home. Then I’ll go by the shop and pick up the kids.” Her friend Hilde had the kids in Big Sky. “But I’d better not find out you were up and about while I was gone.”

Dana shook her head and made a cross with her finger over her heart. She lay back and closed her eyes, praying as she had since the spotting had begun that the babies she was carrying would be all right. Mary and Hank were so excited about the prospect of two little brothers or sisters. She couldn’t disappoint them.

She couldn’t disappoint anyone, especially her mother, she thought. While Mary Justice Cardwell had been gone six years now, she was as much a part of the ranch as the old, two-story house where Dana lived with Hud and the kids. Her mother had trusted her to keep Cardwell Ranch going. Against all odds she was doing her darnedest to keep that promise.

So why did she feel so scared, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop?

Chapter Two

Jordan watched Deputy Liza Turner ride her horse out of the pines. The past six years had been good to her. She’d been pretty back then. Now there was a confidence as if she’d grown into the woman she was supposed to become. He recalled how self-assured and efficient she’d been at her job. She was also clearly at home on the back of a horse.

The trees cast long shadows over the stark landscape. Wind whirled the dried leaves that now floated in the air like snowflakes.

“Jordan Cardwell,” she said as she reined in her horse at the edge of the cemetery.

He came out through the gate, stopping to look up at her. “Deputy.” She had one of those faces that was almost startling in its uniqueness. The green eyes wide, captivating and always filled with curiosity. He thought she was more interesting than he remembered. That, he realized, was probably because she was out of uniform.

She wore jeans and a red-checked Western shirt that made her dark hair appear as rich as mahogany. She narrowed those green eyes at him. Curiosity and suspicion, he thought.

“I’m surprised to see you here,” she said, a soft lilt to her voice. She had a small gap between her two front teeth, an imperfection, that he found charming.

“I don’t know why you’d be surprised. My sister might have inherited the ranch but I’m still family.”

She smiled at that and he figured she knew all about what had happened after his mother had died—and her new will had gone missing.

“I didn’t think you’d ever come back to the ranch,” she said.

He chuckled. “Neither did I. But people change.”

“Do they?” She was studying him in a way that said she doubted he had. He didn’t need to read her expression to know she was also wondering what kind of trouble he’d brought back to the canyon with him. The horse moved under her, no doubt anxious to get going.

“Your horse seems impatient,” he said. “Don’t let me keep you from your ride.” With a tip of his hat, he headed down the mountain to the ranch house where he’d been raised.

It seemed a lifetime ago. He could barely remember the man he’d been then. But he would be glad to get off the property before his sister and her husband returned. He planned to put off seeing them if at all possible. So much for family, he thought.

* * *

W
HEN
D
ANA
OPENED
HER
EYES
,
she saw that they’d left the wide valley and were now driving through the Gallatin Canyon. The “canyon” as it was known, ran from the mouth just south of Gallatin Gateway almost to West Yellowstone, fifty miles of winding road that trailed the river in a deep cut through the mountains.

The drive along the Gallatin River had always been breathtaking, a winding strip of highway that followed the blue-ribbon trout stream up over the continental divide. This time of year the Gallatin ran crystal clear over green-tinted boulders. Pine trees grew dark and thick along its edge and against the steep mountains. Aspens, their leaves rust-reds and glittering golds, grew among the pines.

Sheer rock cliffs overlooked the highway and river, with small areas of open land, the canyon not opening up until it reached Big Sky. The canyon had been mostly cattle and dude ranches, a few summer cabins and homes—that was until Big Sky resort and the small town that followed at the foot of Lone Mountain.

Luxury houses had sprouted up all around the resort. Fortunately, some of the original cabins still remained and the majority of the canyon was national forest so it would always remain undeveloped. The “canyon” was also still its own little community, for which Dana was grateful. This was the only home she’d known and, like her stubborn ancestors, she had no intention of ever leaving it.

Both she and Hud had grown up here. They’d been in love since junior high, but hit a rocky spot some years ago thanks to her sister. Dana didn’t like to think about the five years she and Hud had spent apart as they passed the lower mountain resort area and, a few miles farther, turned down the road to Cardwell Ranch.

Across the river and a half mile back up a wide valley, the Cardwell Ranch house sat against a backdrop of granite cliffs, towering dark pines and glittering aspens. The house was a big, two-story rambling affair with a wide front porch and a brick-red metal roof. Behind it stood a huge weathered barn and some outbuildings and corrals.

Dana never felt truly at home until they reached the ranch she’d fought tooth and nail to save. When Mary Justice Cardwell had been bucked off a horse and died six years ago, Dana had thought all was lost. Her mother’s original will when her children were young left the ranch to all of them.

Mary hadn’t realized until her children were grown that only Dana would keep the ranch. The others would sell it, take the profits and never look back until the day they regretted what they’d done. By then it would be too late. So her mother had made a new will, leaving the ranch to her. But her mother had hidden it where she hoped her daughter would find it. Fortunately, Dana had found it in time to save the ranch.

The will had put an end to her siblings’ struggle to force her to sell the land and split the profits with them. Now her three siblings were paid part of the ranch’s profit each quarter. Not surprisingly, she hadn’t heard from any of them since the will had settled things six years before.

As Hud pulled into the ranch yard, Dana spotted a car parked in front of the old house and frowned. The car was an older model with California plates.

“You didn’t already hire someone—”

“No,” Hud said before she could finish. “I wouldn’t do that without talking to you first. Do you think the doctor called one of the women she told you about?”

Before Dana could answer, she saw that someone was waiting out on the broad front porch. As Hud pulled in beside the car, the woman stepped from out of the shadows.

“Stacy?”
She felt her heart drop. After six years of silence and all the bad feelings from the past, what was her older sister doing here?

* * *

“S
URPRISE
,” S
TACY
SAID
WITH
a shrug and a worried smile. Like Dana, Stacy had gotten the Justice-Cardwell dark good looks, but she’d always been the cute one who capitalized on her appearance, cashing in as she traded her way up through three marriages that Dana knew of and possibly more since.

Just the sight of her sister made Dana instantly wary. She couldn’t help but be mistrustful given their past.

Her sister’s gaze went to Dana’s stomach. “Oh, my. You’re
pregnant.
”

“We need to get Dana in the house,” Hud said, giving his sister-in-law a nod of greeting. Stacy opened the door and let them enter before she followed them in.

Dana found herself looking around the living room, uncomfortable that her sister had been inside the house even though it had once been Stacy’s home, as well.

The house was as it had been when her mother was alive. Original Western furnishings, a lot of stone and wood and a bright big airy kitchen. Dana, like her mother, chose comfort over style trends. She loved her big, homey house. It often smelled of something good bubbling on the stove, thanks to the fact that Hud loved to cook.

Dana preferred to spend her time with her children outside, teaching them to ride or watching a new foal being born or picking fresh strawberries out of the large garden she grew—just as her own mother had done with her.

As she looked at her sister, she was reminded of some of her mother’s last words to her. “Families stick together. It isn’t always easy. Everyone makes mistakes. Dana, you have to find forgiveness in your heart. If not for them, then for yourself.”

Her mother had known then that if anything happened to her, Jordan, Stacy and Clay would fight her for the ranch. That’s why she’d made the new will.

But she must also have known that the will would divide them.

“It’s been a long time,” Dana said, waiting, knowing her sister wanted something or she wouldn’t be here.

“I know I should have kept in touch more,” Stacy said. “I move around a lot.” But she’d always managed to get her check each quarter as part of her inheritance from the ranch profits. Dana instantly hated the uncharitable thought. She didn’t want to feel that way about her sister. But Stacy had done some things in the past that had left the two of them at odds. Like breaking Dana and Hud up eleven years ago. Dana still had trouble forgiving her sister for that.

Stacy shifted uncomfortably in the silence. “I should have let you know I was coming, huh.”

“Now isn’t the best time for company,” Hud said. “Dana’s doctor has advised her to get off her feet for the rest of her pregnancy.”

“But I’m not
company,
” Stacy said. “I’m family. I can help.”

Hud looked to his wife. “Why don’t you go. It’s fine,” Dana said and removed her coat.

“So you’re pregnant,” her sister said.

“Twins,” Dana said, sinking into a chair.

Stacy nodded.

Dana realized Hud was still in his coat, waiting, afraid to leave her alone with Stacy. “Are you going to pick up the kids?”

He gave her a questioning look.

“I thought you probably had more kids,” her sister said. “The toys and stuff around.”

Dana was still looking at her husband. She knew he didn’t trust Stacy, hated she’d been alone in their house while they were gone and worse, he didn’t want to leave the two of them alone. “Stacy and I will be fine.”

Still he hesitated. He knew better than anyone what her siblings were like.

“Stacy, would you mind getting me a drink of water?” The moment her sister left the room, Dana turned to her husband. “I’ll be
fine,
” she said lowering her voice. “Go pick up the kids. I promise I won’t move until you get back.” She could tell that wasn’t what had him concerned.

He glanced toward the kitchen and the sound of running water. “I won’t be long.”

She motioned him over and smiled as he leaned down to kiss her. At the same time, he placed a large hand on her swollen stomach. The babies moved and he smiled.

“You have your cell phone if you need me?”

Dana nodded. “The marshal’s office is also on speed dial. I’ll be fine. Really.”

Stacy came back in with a glass full of water as Hud left. “I’m glad things have turned out good for you. Hud is so protective.”

“Thank you,” she said as she took the glass and studied her sister over the rim as she took a drink.

“I would have called,” Stacy said, “but I wanted to surprise you.”

“I’m surprised.” She watched her sister move around the room, touching one object after another, seeming nervous. Her first thought when she’d seen her sister was that she’d come here because she was in trouble.

That initial observation hadn’t changed. Now though, Dana was betting it had something to do with money. It usually did with Stacy, unfortunately.

Years ago Dana had found out just how low her sister would stoop if the price was right. She had good reason not to trust her sister.

“The place hasn’t changed at all,” Stacy was saying now. “Except for the pile of toys in the sunroom. I heard Hud say he was going to pick up the kids?”

“Hank and Mary, five and four.”

“You named your daughter after mother, that’s nice,” Stacy said. “I thought you probably would.” She seemed to hear what she’d said. “I want you to know I’m not upset about mother leaving you the ranch. You know me, I would have just blown the money.” She flashed a self-deprecating smile. “And you’re pregnant with twins! When are you due?”

“Eight weeks.” When she finally couldn’t take it anymore, Dana asked, “Stacy, what are you doing here?”

“It’s kind of a strange story,” her sister said, looking even more nervous.

Dana braced herself. If Stacy thought it was a strange story, then it could be anything. Her sister opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted.

From upstairs a baby began to cry.

“What is that?” Dana demanded.

“I haven’t had a chance to tell you,” Stacy said as she started for the stairs. “That’s Ella. That’s my other surprise. I have a baby.”

* * *

L
IZA
PARKED
HER
PICKUP
ACROSS
the road from Trail’s End and settled in to wait. She had a clear view of the small cabin Jordan had rented. Like a lot of Big Sky, the string of cabins were new. But it being off-season and the cabins’ only view being Highway 191, she figured they weren’t too pricey. She wondered how Jordan was fixed for money and if that’s what had brought him back here.

Pulling out her phone, she called Hud’s cell. He answered on the third ring. She could hear the kids in the background and a woman’s voice. Hilde, Dana’s best friend. He must be at Needles and Pins.

“How’s Dana, boss?” she asked.

“Stubborn.”

She laughed. “So the doctor
did
prescribe bed rest.”

“Yes. Fortunately, I know you can run things just fine without me.”

“Probably more smoothly without you around,” she joked.

He must have heard something in her voice. “But?”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” she assured him. “But you might want to give Dana a heads-up.”

“Dana already knows. Stacy’s at the house right now.”

“Stacy?”

“Who were
you
talking about?” Hud asked.

“Jordan.”

She heard Hud swear under his breath.

“I saw him earlier on the ranch, actually at the family cemetery,” Liza said.

“What’s he doing in the canyon?”

“He didn’t say, but I found out where he’s staying. He’s rented a cabin past Buck’s T-4.” Buck’s T-4 was a local landmark bar and hotel. “I’m hanging out, watching to see what he’s up to.”

“Probably not the best way to spend taxpayers’ dollars, but I appreciate it. As far as I know, he hasn’t contacted Dana.”

“Let me know if he does. In the meantime, I’ll stick around here for a while.”