Buy a Cowboy
BUY A COWBOY
Cleo Kelly
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
BUY A COWBOY
COPYRIGHT 2015 by CLEO KELLY
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Publishing History
First White Rose Edition, 2015
Electronic Edition ISBN 978-1-61116-505-0
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Dedication
To my children who allowed me to copy their personalities and idiosyncrasies into these pages.
Prologue
Around her the world hummed. Bonnie sat perfectly still, clutching the airline bag of memorial tokens tight enough to ward off curious conversation. On the direct flight from the west coast, her body remained frozen.
Flight attendants spoke in hushed tones as they slipped quietly to her aid.
She was frightened to the point that a vibrating tremor hovered beneath her skin. Her parents and grandparents were gone. Everyone. Her support network, her prayer warriors were gone.
I still believe in God.
Her brain had been repeating it like a mantra all the way from Los Angeles. Her heart kept crying, “Why?”
Tires hit the runway, and she turned to watch the Florida greenery flash by.
Why?
Memories of her parents and grandparents superseded the passing scene.
The plane taxied to a terminal, and the pulse and murmur of humanity moved into a hustling goal-driven line. The line disappeared as people moved to the terminal to pick up the traces of their lives.
Still she sat, dreading what faced her when she left her seat.
“May I help you with your bag?”
Bonnie looked into the kind face of the flight attendant. She could read the gentle sorrow on the woman's face. “I'll be fine.”
I still believe in God
.
With stiff movements she got out of the seat. Standing to pull her satchel from the overhead compartment, she preceded the stewardess toward the exit.
The woman touched her shoulder. “I'm truly sorry about your loss.”
Bonnie willed herself not to burst into tears, even though she was drowning inside. “Thank you.”
“Do you have the names and numbers of the airline counselors?”
She read the nametag. Christie. “Yes, I have them. Thank you for everything.” She muttered the words over the blue-clad shoulder and hurried toward the terminal. Fighting emotions, she made her way through the crowd and headed toward the parking lot where she'd left her car.
“Well, it's about time you got here.”
The sound of her ex-husband's harsh voice stopped her, striking her as forcefully as a physical blow. “Did you have to be the last one off the plane? I have a job to go to.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Who else would come? It's not like you have a wide variety of people who run at your beck and call.” His snorted sarcasm made her jaw clench.
She didn't have to take this belittlement anymore. Anger filled her, forcing her to move forward.
Not now, Lord. I can't deal with him now!
“Is that all you have with you?” He nodded toward her case.
“Yes.”
“Well, let's get moving, then.”
No!
The silent shout resounded through her being. “I have the car. You didn't have to come.”
“I retrieved it. The kids don't fit so well in the front seat of a truck.”
He took her car?
“That's my car.”
“I let you keep the car, so you'd have transportation for the kids.” He kept walking with ground-eating strides as he blithely rearranged the truth.
“If I remember correctly, you tried to get the judge to allow you to sell it so you could have half the money.”
“Don't be ridiculous! The piece of junk is so old it isn't worth any money. Keep up will you? I don't have all day.”
She trotted to match his strides.
God, please don't let me lose my temper. Keep me calm. But, God, why do I have to face him now?
He unlocked the driver side door and slid in leaving her standing.
She bristled at the casual way he commandeered her possessions. The overbearing assumption that she would automatically fall in line with his orders had anger stiffening her shoulders. “It's my car. I'll drive.”
“I don't have time to argue. Get in,” he insisted.
She shifted her weight, wanting to argue, but noticed the curious looks they were drawing and walked around to the passenger side.
They stopped long enough for her to pay the parking attendant and were moving along the truck route when Ed began talking.
The old familiar bitter taste replaced the salty tears clogging the back of her throat.
Now we're getting to the real reason he's here.
“We have to decide what to do with your parents' house.”
Shock kept her silent. Even for Ed this was going too far. She felt the all-too-ready frustration building in her chest. He would just keep arguing morning and night to get his way. During the marriage it was his method to wear her down until she just didn't care enough to fight.
God, I can't take this!
“We need to sell it and bank the proceeds. I'll set upâ”
“No, you won't.” Bonnie felt her jaw tighten as she interrupted the flow of words.
“We can't deal with a property.” He refused to stop.
“
We
won't deal with anything. There is no
we
. You have nothing to do with me or what's mine.” She gritted her teeth, her trembling voice rising into a low roar.
“Now, Bonnie, just because we had a little spatâ”
“We didn't have a âlittle spat.' I came home from work to find you had cleared outâwith all the furniture. We are divorced!”
“You never take credit for anything. You told me to leave!”
“I told you to get counseling or leave. You conveniently forget that first part.” She huffed.
Why God? Why now?
The tension in her chest was affecting her breathing.
“Well, I did what you wanted.”
“Are you saying I wanted you to steal the kids' beds and furniture?”
“You told me to leave.” Ed stubbornly stuck to his story. “I knew you wouldn't be able to support the kids, so it was only reasonable that they come with me.”
“Yet you kept the furniture while I kept the kids? You haven't taken the kids for more than a weekend since the divorce.”
“I believe the money from the sale of your family's home should be used for the kids. It should be put into an account for us to use to benefit them.”
You being the “child” it will benefit
. The thought ran through her head but she bit her tongue. “Do you see any part of this as unreasonable? I just returned from dealing with the fact that my mother, my father, and my grandparents died in a plane crash! Their bodies haven't even been foundâthey may never be found. Yet, you are trying to squeeze money out of their
death
? Pull over now, and get out of this car!”
“You are being ridiculous. I'm trying to have a reasonable conversation about the future of our children, and you are becoming hysterical. It would be better to work this out now rather than having to go to court over it.”
Bonnie wrapped her arms around her chest and sobbed at the veiled threat.
Ed kept on scolding her. “You needn't get so emotional. If the judge could see you like this, he'd never let the kids live with you.”
Sobbing, she leaned her head against the window.
“You need to pull yourself together, Bonnie. You always were unbalanced. It's affecting the kids. I don't think this kind of behavior is good for them. Maybe you need psychiatric help.”
At the sound of Ed's line of attack, Bonnie straightened. “You're right, Ed. We all need help. You should be the example for your children and set up psychiatric counseling for yourself, and we'll be glad to follow suit.
“If you want more money to go to the children and less toward our rent, I could just move to Pennsylvania, and you won't have to be concerned with any of us again. After all, I have a nice, completely paid-for furnished home.”
“You know it's included in the divorce that you can't move out of state. For this very reason. You are not taking the kids away from here. The judge is the only one who can make a decision on that. Do you want to go to court again?”
If need be, you parasite.
She kept the thoughts to herself as they pulled into the drive of his rented house.
Give me grace. Give me grace. Give me strength to bear this.
“You need to smarten up, Bonnie. Children need their father.”
“So you're saying you want the kids to come visit you more often?” She squeezed as much sweetness as she could into the question.
“I just had them for three days. I had to take them to school and find a sitter for Hope.” His voice conveyed the abuse he had suffered.
“I thought you were using my babysitter?”
“I had to get the kid to her house. It's not as though I live anywhere near there.”
This is how much better off they'd be with you?
“Yes, Ed, I do this everyday. I know how much work it is.”
Shut up, Bonnie!
Her brain was willing but the words just popped out of her mouth. “Sometimes, I think the only reason you want to have
joint
custody of the kids is so you don't have to pay child support. You want them to live with me, yet you don't want to be bothered with them or support them. It makes me wonder whether you'd sell them if you were given a good offer.”
The angles of his face reddened. “You just refuse to make things easy for yourself. You haven't heard the end of this. There is supposed to be equitable disposal of marital property. We could have worked something out on our own. Now we'll have to go back to court.” He slammed the car door shut behind him and strode off.
Emotionally battered, Bonnie slid behind the wheel and with automatic movements, shoved the car into gear. She was pretty sure Ed couldn't get anything she inherited after they divorced, and the judge would agree, but Ed would take her to court anyway, just because he could.
At the end of the block, the building pressure inside her gave way, and she began to shake so hard her hands couldn't grip the steering wheel. She pulled to the curb as her vision blurred. The feeling of being trapped and unable to breathe had her scrambling out of the car. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she leaned against the gray metal, sobbing.
“God, do you hear me? Please help! Give me a sign that you care!”
“Ma'am, are you all right?” A small car had pulled in behind her. The white head bobbed between bent shoulders as the woman hobbled toward her.
Bonnie straightened, half irritated that the lady disrupted her petition to God. “I'm fine.”
“Has something happened to upset you?”
Tears began coursing down her cheeks. “My parents and grandparents were on Flight 1274.” The words slipped from her of their own volition.
“That's the one that went down in the Pacific, Monday. Oh, my!” Fragile arms circled her with cherished empathy. “Oh, my dear.”
She cried over the woman's head until her breath was coming in deep gasps. A stillness settled over her. “I'm so sorry.” She pulled away wiping her cheeks.