Gambling on a Dream (5 page)

Wyatt had learned of her lack of a date and asked her to the prom. That night had been a dream come true for her, and the big bright smile on her eighteen-year-old self positively glowed. She wiped away another tear as she stared at the tall, lanky boy who’d stolen her heart so many years ago.

She turned to the last page in the album and touched the grainy, black and white sonogram photo. Her baby boy on his last day of life. On the morning she’d been shot in the chest, she’d gone for her checkup and had a sonogram done.

“
Let’s see what’s going on. This might feel a little uncomfortable.
”
Dr. Rice smiled and rubbed the transducer over Dawn’s lower belly.

The cold slimy feeling tickled, and the pressure on her full bladder hurt. The static cleared, and the fast beat of a heart echoed through the room. On the monitor, the outline of her baby materialized, and she stopped breathing, forgetting about the discomfort.

“
Oh, God.
”
She gasped. Until then, her pregnancy hadn't seemed real. She hadn’t been sick more than a few times and had started to get a little rounding in her belly.
“
It’s so different from the last sonogram.
”

“
You’re further along than you were during the last one.
”
The doctor nodded and grinned as she glanced at Dawn.
“
Everything looks normal. Would you like to know the sex?
”

She stared at the whitish outline of the baby and fisted her hand over her heart. A hundred different emotions chased through her
--
love, awe, hope, fear. Would Wyatt want to know? What would he do when she told him she was pregnant? Would he want to marry her? Or would he bail like Jock Blackwell had on her mother when she found out she was pregnant with Talon?

So many questions with no answers. But she couldn’t go on without telling Wyatt he was going to be a father.

She nodded and met the doctor’s expectant gaze.
“
Yes. I’d like to know.
”

“
You’re going to have a son, Dawn. Congratulations.
”

Dawn touched the small face of the only photo she had of her baby. Although the world would never see his features, in her mind, he had Wyatt’s blue eyes and her dark hair. “I love you, angel baby. Please forgive me for what I’ve done to you.”

She closed her eyes. No matter what, she had to find out who was dealing drugs and killing kids in her town. She owed it to her baby for the life he was denied.

To do so, she’d even put up with the man who broke her heart.

* * * *

Wyatt sat across from his childhood friend at the conference table in the sheriff’s department. Talon Blackwell stared over Wyatt’s shoulder with a hard glower at Dawn, who stood behind him against the large map of Texas on the wall.

“If you aren’t formally charging me with Larson’s murder, I don’t have to answer your questions.”

Wyatt let out a breath. He’d been questioning Talon for an hour. They didn’t know any more than they did before.

Dawn moved forward and leaned over the table beside him. Her fragrance of honeysuckle and citrus filled his senses with memories of having her lying beside him, and of the pillow he’d kept long after they’d broken up just to keep her scent around.

“Talon, be reasonable here. We don’t think you were involved, but we have to close this loop.” Dawn sat beside Wyatt as she spoke. “Just tell us what you were doing on Main Street Monday morning at four AM and if you saw anything that can help us find the killer.”

“I told you.” Talon huffed out between his teeth and leaned back in the chair. “I didn’t see anything. I was on Main Street, but I don’t know anything about that boy.”

It was useless to keep up the questioning. Talon wasn’t telling them anything. Wyatt hated to admit it, even to himself, but Talon acted like a man with something to hide. He closed his notebook and glanced at Dawn. She tried to cover the tired dark circles under her eyes with makeup, but it had long ago worn away. Her shoulders sagged under the starched tan uniform blouse.

“I think we’re done here.” Wyatt stood to stretch his back.

Talon rolled out of his chair onto his feet and picked up his old straw cowboy hat. “Good. I’ve got work to do.”

Before he reached the door, Wyatt stepped into his path. “I hope I don’t have to remind you to let us know if you feel the need to leave the county.”

Talon cocked a dark brow and tipped his head as he put on his hat in a gesture Wyatt hoped was acquiescence, but could have as easily meant
screw you
. As Talon shoved past him to head for the door, he didn’t so much as look at his sister.

When the door closed with a resounding click, Dawn pounded a fist onto the table with enough force to rattle their coffee mugs. “Dammit, who is he protecting?”

He glanced back at the door. Talon had always had it rough, but no worse than his sister or younger brother. Sure, being one of Jock Blackwell’s ill-begotten sons wasn’t something he’d wish on a rabid coyote. However, Tom Madison had treated Talon like a son all his life, even giving him a third of his ranch when he retired.

Talon had changed, and not for the better. His problems didn’t come from how he was raised, or even the occasional bullying. He was a troublemaker, and nothing would have changed him.

He sat in the chair Talon had vacated. “Or the question could be what is he hiding?”

She ran her hands over her dark hair to the tight bun at the base of her skull. With jerky movements, she pulled out the band holding the twisted braid captive. As she ran her fingers through the long mass of raven silk, heat coursed through him at the memories of all that hair covering him like a blanket while they’d made love. When she bent over the table and scratched her scalp in pure frustration, all he could think about was her hair hanging down her back to brush and tickle his thighs as she rode him--her favorite position--to orgasm.

The erection was fast and furious and nearly had him groaning. Thank God, he was sitting. He forced his numbed mind to focus on the case.

“We have to find someone else who may have seen or knows something.” She glanced across the table at him and straightened. If there was ever the perfect picture of a beautiful Indian maiden, it was Dawn with her hair down. Had she ever had the stuff cut? He swallowed hard and shifted in his chair as his jeans strangled his cock. How long had it been since he’d had sex? He couldn’t remember, but refused to believe he hadn’t been with someone since Dawn.

With swift, practiced motions, she broke the trance he was under by daftly braiding her hair and wrapping it into a bagel-sized knot at the back of her head. She snapped the hair band over the bun.

He cleared his throat. “When are we talking to Chris’s friends?” His voice came out sounding a bit husky, even to his ears.

She stood, taking their coffee cups with her, and refilled them. After she dumped that god-awful crap pretending to be creamer into hers, she handed him a mug of black joe. Sipping her coffee from the extra-large, bright green mug he’d given to her for her thirtieth birthday, she returned to her chair.

“Hendricks and Kennedy are getting a list, but according to Julie, he didn’t have many friends in Colton.”

“How about Justin Vaughn? He’s always been a known dealer. Maybe he knows something.” He sipped his coffee.

She smiled, and he almost choked as he swallowed the hot, bitter brew. “Haven’t thought of him. We should talk to him. They’re about the same age. Vaughn’s working over at his uncle’s farm and garden market.”

He set his mug on the table and glanced at his watch. “I can’t today.”

“Hot date?”

Grinning, he stood. “No. I’m buying the Estrada Ranch.”

Her dark eyes widened. “Really? I heard Luis and Stella were thinking of moving to New Mexico, but I didn’t know it was a done deal. I figured it would go to either Jose or Mary,” she said, referring to the Estradas’ son and daughter. “How long has their place been up for sale? I haven’t seen a sign in their yard.”

He shrugged and reached for his hat where it sat on the edge of the table. “Luis and Stella told Mom and Dad they planned to sell the place a couple of weeks ago while playing Bingo at the firehouse. When they told me, I called the Estradas and made an offer. It never officially made it on the market. I’ve been looking for a small ranch.”

“We’ll be neighbors when you settle in there.” She cocked her head to the side. “I never knew you wanted to be a rancher.”

“You never cared about a lot of things I wanted.” His bitterness surprised even him.

She stood and picked up her mug, leaving his where it sat. As she headed for the door, she nodded toward it. “We have a policy around here. We clean up after ourselves. Something I seem to remember you have a hard time with.”

* * * *

Wyatt signed his name on the last page of the contract and leaned back in the chair, the gravity of what had just transpired making him dizzy. Three hours ago, he was as rootless as tumbleweed and had more money in the bank than he’d known what to do with. As of two seconds ago, he was the proud owner of a hundred-acre ranch and had a few million dollars less to worry about getting moldy in the Cattleman’s Bank and Trust.

“Congratulations.” His brother-in-law, Lance Cartwright, smiled at him from across the table sitting in the middle of the massive country kitchen of what was now his new house. Or at least, it would be as soon as the Estradas moved out at the end of the week.

“Thanks for drawing up the papers.” Wyatt set the pen on top of the documents as Lance reached for them. He looked at the smiling Estradas, sitting at the end of the table. “Thank you. I don’t want you to think I’m rushing you out of your home.”

When he’d arrived at the Estradas’ ranch, Stella was waiting for him with a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies, while Luis handed him a cold Coors. Stella and his mother had been best friends since they were children. Luis and his father had been drinking buddies for years. The older couple couldn’t contain their excitement that Wyatt was interested in their ranch.

Stella reached over and squeezed his hand. “Nonsense. You aren’t rushing us out. Our place in Albuquerque is ready for us to move into. And now, we don’t have to burden the kids with trying to get rid of the stock and the ranch. Jose has his life in San Antonio, and Mary has her hands full with teaching full-time.”

“We are so happy you wanted the place, Wyatt. Let’s have a drink to celebrate.” Luis stood and headed for the cabinet by the refrigerator, but stopped half way there and looked around the kitchen. “This is a great house for kids. I remember when Stella babysat. Those little buggers would drive me crazy.”

“Hey, I remember being one of those little buggers.” Lance laughed and pointed at Wyatt. “But you’re right. Wyatt could use a couple rug rats running around this place.”

Wyatt’s grin froze on his face, and he forced a chuckle. “Don’t start sounding like my mother. I’m not ready for kids.” The lie hung heavy in the air. “How about that drink?”

“Comin’ right up.” Luis took a tequila bottle from the cabinet. As he poured three shots, Stella grabbed a can of Coke from the fridge. She never drank anything stronger. As Luis handed one of the glasses to Lance, he asked, “Have any of those mares your cousin has pastured next to our place pop up pregnant?”

Lance took the shot and chuckled. “Two of them are.”

Wyatt accepted his glass from Luis and grinned. “Is Zack still upset with old Thunderbolt?”

Back in August, the fence between the Estradas’ ranch and the CW had broken down, allowing an old rodeo paint stallion by the name of Thunderbolt to get in with Zack’s newly purchased thoroughbred mares. From what Wyatt recalled, Zack had been furious until Talon’s older half brother, Johnnie Blackwell, and their cousins, Jake and Brent Parker, had relieved him of the mares by stealing them. Fortunately, Wyatt had contacts west of Midland who’d been investigating a ring of horse thieves, and the Texas Rangers had been able to recover the animals before they’d been sold on the black market.

“Do pigs like mud?” Lance shook his head. “But he’ll get over it. Thunderbolt was a champion back in the day. Those foals will be damned good horses.” He raised his glass to Wyatt. “And just think, now that stud is all yours.”

Not only had Wyatt purchased the ranch, he’d also bought eighty-five head of cattle and six horses. Talk about jumping in with the alligators.

Luis held up his shot glass. “Make sure you charge him for the stud service the next time.”

They all laughed and clicked glasses. “I sure will. To new beginnings.”

Lance’s smile broadened. “You better believe it. To new beginnings.”

* * * *

Talon strode through the old beer joint and looked around the dark interior from under the brim of his hat. Unlike the Longhorn Saloon, the Hardware Bar was a dive he liked to avoid. His boots crunched on the peanut shells covering the floor as he made his way to the scuffed bar. He breathed a sigh of relief that his older half brother, Darryl Blackwell, and not his mother was at the bar. She was the number one reason he didn’t like the place. Although Talon had never been close to any of his Blackwell brothers, Darryl was the one that seemed to accept Talon into the clan the most.

Darryl nodded a greeting as he stopped to take Talon’s order. “Hey, what can I getcha? Haven’t seen you in a coon’s age.”

With a shrug to Darryl’s second statement, he said, “A bottle of Coors.” When his brother handed it to him, he jutted his chin toward the back room. “Is Chief in the back?”

Darryl chuckled and wiped at the bar with a rag as stained and beat-up as the wood. “Of course, where else would he be Wednesday night? From what I’m hearing, he’s beating the pants off the guys.”

“Thanks.” Talon tossed a bill on the bar to cover the cost of his beer and headed to the back room.

Several cowboys looked his way as they waited their turn on the pool tables, but he ignored them and entered the poker lounge. Although gambling was technically illegal in Texas bars, the Hardware somehow always avoided being shut down for its gaming room. His stepfather had claimed the reason was Lydia O’Donnell, Darryl’s mother, knew too many secrets of too many men on the town council for them not to be afraid of her.