be.
Sheridan watched as her mother stepped into the office and shut the door behind her. As she did, Lucy came down the hall still wearing her flower girl’s dress. That was a difference between Sheridan and Lucy: Sheridan couldn’t wait to change when she got home.
“We’re at Level Three,” Sheridan whispered to Lucy.
“What about?”
“Something about Jackson,” Sheridan said, still whispering. “I didn’t get it all.”
“I’d be more excited if I could go with you,” Marybeth said. “But with school just starting, and all of the shuttling I need to do with the girls, I can’t.” Not to mention Marybeth’s stillfledgling office management business, Joe thought. Marybeth did the accounting and inventory management for the local pharmacy, a new art gallery, and Wolf Mountain Taxidermy.
“Maybe I can call Trey and pass on it,” Joe said.
“Don’t you dare,” she said quickly. “This could be an opportunity. And obviously, Trey thinks highly enough of you to offer you this.”
“I don’t know how long it will last, or if it’ll lead to anything.”
“And we don’t know that it won’t,” she said. “Jackson Hole is about as high profile as you can get in this state.”
Joe knew that Will Jensen had shunned a high profile, but it came with the territory. The department sometimes sent press clippings out when game wardens made the news or were featured in local press. There were twice as many stories about Will Jensen than any other employee.
“Jackson is different,” Joe said lamely. “It’s a whole different animal than Saddlestring.”
Marybeth walked over and sat on his desk. “Are you saying you don’t want to do it?”
“No, I’m not saying that. But now isn’t a very good time to leave you and the girls, even if it’s for a couple of weeks.”
She laughed. There was an edge of bitterness in the laugh that bothered him. “Joe, once hunting season starts, we don’t even see you anyway. It’s not like you’re around to.. .”
“Do my share?” he finished for her, feeling his face get hot.
“That’s not what I was going to say.”
Joe was stung. “For the last two years, I made just about every one of Sheridan’s games,” he said. “I went to Lucy’s Christmas play last year.”
Marybeth smiled, showing she didn’t want to argue.
“And you missed everything else,” she said gently. “Teacher conferences, Lucy’s choir, backtoschool night, Sheridan’s play, the school carnival . . .”
“Only in September and October,” he said defensively.
“And November,” Marybeth said. “But Joe, my point is that you’ll be gone anyway. So if you’re gone here or you’re gone there, it won’t burden us very much. We’re three strong women, you know.”
His neck still burned. Being a good father and husband meant everything to him. He sincerely tried to make up for his absences in the other months, and had started taking Sheridan on patrol with him when he could to make up for the time he was away. He planned to do the same with Lucy as she got older.
“Trey said Phil Kiner can come up in a couple of weeks to fill in,” Joe said grumpily. “So you won’t need to worry about that.”
“We’ll still get the phone calls, though,” she said. “And the drunken hunters who stop by. And a mad rancher every once in a while. That’s just the way it is.”
“Man . . .”
She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. “There’s no doubt that we’re best when we’re working as partners, Joe.
No doubt. Things are still a little . . . fragile around here.”
He turned his head away, but stroked her thigh, listening.
“But if we’re ever going to provide better for our girls, we’ve got to be willing to take some risks. If this leads to a better job or a better salary for you, it’s something we need to do.”
“You’ll be okay, then?”
She smiled down at him. “For a while, sure. I just hope it doesn’t drag on too long. If it does, you’ll have to come get us and take us with you.”
“You think you’d like Jackson?”
Marybeth shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s got better restaurants. There’s definitely more to do. But I’m not sure I’d want to raise our kids there.”
“I’m not sure either,” he said.
“But you can scout it out for us while you’re there. You can check out the schools, the atmosphere. Then let me know what you think.”
He shook his head. “That’s a decision we’d make together, like everything else.”
“That’s what I mean about being better as partners,” she said.
