'I'm getting ready to,' she said. 'Promise me something first.'
'What is it?'
'Don't have any more spells. Be who I think you are. All right?'
'I don't have spells, Mary Rose, and I'm going to have to figure out what you think I am before I can accommodate you.'
She believed that was fair enough. She finally turned to look at him. She quickly wished she hadn't bothered. Harrison looked startled, but only for a second or two. Then he gave her the same silly grin Cole had given her just minutes before.
He explained his behavior before she could ask. 'You kind of remind me of Ghost.'
'That bad?' she whispered.
He tried to organize her curls. They seemed to be everywhere. She reached up to help him. 'Didn't I look like this in town? You weren't smiling then?'
'I was upset in town. I'm not upset now. Besides, your hair…'
'What about my hair?'
She pushed his hand out of her way so she could smooth her curls properly. 'Is it standing on end? Oh, Lord, do I really look like Ghost?'
'No, his hair has a part on the side. Yours doesn't.'
'Mary Rose? You'll never guess who's waiting for us,' Cole shouted. 'Clive Harrington's standing in our front yard.'
Cole shouted the news from the lookout above the ranch. She immediately forgot about her appearance. She told Harrison to hurry and catch up with her brother.
'Clive must be sick,' she called out.
Cole shook his head. 'I don't think he is.'
Travis was the next one to reach the rise. 'Now, what is his stagecoach doing in our front yard?'
Something must have happened. Mary Rose was sure of it. Clive had a strict policy. He never drove his vehicle onto anyone's property. He said it went against his principles. He left his passengers at the various crossroads along his route. It was up to them to figure out how to get home. Guests received the same treatment. Clive didn't concern himself about strangers getting lost. He didn't worry about their baggage either. He told Mary Rose he had more important matters to think about.
He had hinted he'd change his rule just for her, of course, but she insisted he treat her like everyone else. She didn't want special consideration. Clive thought she was an angel, sent down from heaven to help him keep to his standards.
She and Harrison finally reached the vantage point above the valley. She spotted Clive right away, pacing back and forth in front of his horses.
'Something terrible has happened,' she announced. 'Look how agitated poor Clive is.'
'Where's Adam?' Travis wondered.
'He must be inside the house,' Douglas guessed from behind.
'It's terrible all right.'
'Don't borrow trouble, Mary Rose,' Harrison advised. 'It could be just the opposite. Something wonderful could have happened and the stagecoach driver is anxious to tell you all about it.'
She half turned in his lap so he could see how exasperated she was by his ludicrous suggestion.
'Maybe he got robbed,' Travis speculated.
'I doubt it,' Cole replied. 'Everyone around here knows he never carries anything of value.'
'Please hurry,' Mary Rose pleaded. 'I have to help Clive. He's in trouble.'
'It might not be bad news,' Cole argued. ' Harrison could be right.'
'After the morning I've had. Of course it's bad. I deserve it.'
'Are you going to start in again?'
'I said some mean things about Catherine,' she told her brother.
'Everything I said was true, but I still shouldn't have said them. In my defense, I will tell you that if you had any idea what I had to suffer growing up with her for my only companion, you would get down on your knees and beg my forgiveness. Yes, you would. Why didn't you just give me a rattlesnake to play with? I would have been safer.'
Travis smiled at Harrison. 'Mary Rose is still mad Catherine cut her hair. She likes to hold a grudge.'
'The haircut was the least of it. Either start down the hill, or please get out of my way.'
The brothers finally moved. They reached the ranch a few minutes later. Clive hurried over to help her down to the ground. 'Lordy, Lordy, what happened to you, Miss Mary?'
'Bickley punched me.'
Clive became outraged on her behalf. 'I'm gonna kill him for you. Just see if I don't.'
'Now, Clive, don't get all riled up. It isn't good for your digestion. Bickley and his friends are being taken back to Hammond. The sheriff will take care of them. It's very sweet of you to be concerned about me. You're such a dear friend.'
'Are you in pain, Miss Mary?' Clive asked. He wasn't convinced he should let the matter drop.
'No, no, not at all,' she assured him. 'Once I wash my face and change my dress, you won't be able to tell anything happened to me.'
'And comb your hair,' he suggested.
She immediately tried to smooth her curls down again. 'Now, tell me why you're here. Is something wrong?'
'Something's wrong all right,' he answered. 'I'm so thankful you're finally home. You got no business going into Blue Belle today, Miss Mary. It ain't Saturday. Did you forget?'
'No, I needed supplies to take to another friend. It was a special circumstance.'
'All right then, if it was special,' he muttered. His mind returned to his dilemma. 'Even though you look like you got yourself run over, you're still a sight for these sore eyes. I need your help something desperate. You just got to help me. You just got to.'
She shot her brothers an I-told-you-it-was-trouble look before giving Clive her full attention again. 'Of course I'll help. Just tell me what's wrong.'
'You got to get her out of my stagecoach. She won't budge. She wouldn't even let Adam get near the door. She started in shouting at him. She said she wasn't going to let no hired hand greet her. It weren't proper. That's precisely what she said, all right. I tried to tell her how things were around here, but she wouldn't listen. She won't believe Adam's your brother. I could understand her doubt. She ain't from around here, so she ain't used to things. Adam finally gave up and went on back inside. He didn't want to get shot. She was threatening to do him in if he got near the coach again. Your brother offered me a comfortable chair and a cool drink. I didn't dare take him up on his offer though. I couldn't leave her out here alone. No telling what she'd do to my coach if I turned my back on her. I tried to soft talk her out, Miss Mary. Nothing worked. She demands a proper greeting, and she says she ain't getting out until she gets what she wants. She's been roosting in there a good two hours. She's something else, Miss Mary.'
'Who do you have inside?' Douglas asked. He had already tried to look in the window, but a dark drape blocked his view.
'Miss Border.' He shuddered when he whispered the name.
'Eleanor?' Mary Rose was thunderstruck. She couldn't believe what Clive was telling her. What in heaven's name was Eleanor Border doing in her front yard?
Douglas whirled around and stared at his sister. '
Clive tugged on her arm before she could answer her brother.
'You just got to take her off my hands. I swear I'll do anything you ask. I'll even beg if you want me to.'
Cole was the only brother who was amused by the news. His eyes sparkled with delight. 'You're already begging,' he said. Then he started laughing. The notorious roommate they'd heard all those outrageous stories about, the woman who had made Mary Rose miserable for years now, had come to pay her respects.
'What is she doing here?' Travis demanded. He was good and angry.
'Did you invite her?' Douglas asked.
'Sort of,' she hedged.
