“Well, I never…” Anna said. “I’m going to put Carl on. Maybe he can get through to you.”
Karen’s relationship with Caleb’s father had always been more cordial. He had been as hardworking as his son. In fact, if it had been up to Carl, he would have stayed on after the funeral to help out, but Anna had been insistent that they needed to get back to Arizona where she had a brisk social calendar lined up, now that she was happily ensconced in a fancy retirement village.
“Don’t mind Anna,” he said the minute he got on the line. “She just took Caleb’s death real hard. She doesn’t mean half of what she says.”
“But the other half, she does,” Karen pointed out wryly. “I’ve never known which half to listen to.”
“Neither, would be my advice,” he said. “You doing okay, Karen? Hank and Dooley giving you enough help?”
“We’re managing.”
“What about this Blackhawk fellow? Has he been hanging around, like Anna hears?”
Karen sighed, glancing over at the man in question. “He wants the ranch. He’s made an incredible offer.”
Maybe Carl would tell her to go ahead and sell. If she had his permission, maybe this wouldn’t continue to eat away at her, and she could get away from the ranch and from Grady, finally escaping all the memories that haunted her here, good and bad.
“I don’t want that ranch in Blackhawk hands,” Carl said flatly. “If you want to get out, I can understand that. Nobody knows better than I do what a thankless task it is trying to keep a small ranch running in the black. Just promise me you’ll sell to anybody but him. Why should that man be rewarded after all the sneaky, conniving things he and his family have done to us through the years?”
Karen didn’t have an argument for that. Grady had been working hard to prove that she’d misjudged him, but he hadn’t offered any proof at all that he hadn’t been behind the sabotage of their herd. Someone had infected those animals and set fire to that pasture. If not Grady, then who? Until she knew for certain, Carl was right. She couldn’t sell to Grady.
“I won’t do anything at all without talking it over with you,” she promised her father-in-law.
“That’s good enough for me. You take care of yourself, Karen. I don’t want you wearing yourself out at your age out of some misguided sense of loyalty, you hear me? If the time comes when you can’t do it or even if you just decide you want a different life, then you grab your chance. I love that land, but it’s just land. It’s not worth dying for, the way Caleb did.”
“I love you,” she said to him, tears stinging her eyes.
“You, too. You were a good wife to my boy and I will always be grateful to you for that.”
Karen slowly hung up the phone, not daring to look at Grady.
“The Hansons, I presume,” he said caustically. “Did they manage to restore your sense of purpose?”
“I’m not going to discuss them with you,” she said, already reaching for her coat. “I’ve got work to do.”
“Where are you going?” he asked as she pushed past him.
“To the barn. Not all of us have time to fritter away.”
He stopped her in her tracks. “Is that what you think I’m doing around here, frittering away my time?”
Her gaze clashed with his. “Isn’t it? You have plenty of people working for you, I’m sure, people who do whatever needs doing on your ranch. I don’t. If something needs to be done around here, I do it myself.”
She jerked away from his grasp and ran outside, tears streaking down her face, all but turning to ice in the frigid February air. She headed straight for the barn and Ginger’s stall, leaning against the horse for comfort, absorbing her body heat.
When her tears had dried and her nerves settled, she reached for a brush and began grooming the horse as a reward for her patience. The steady strokes were soothing to both of them. Eventually she was calm enough to think about what had just happened, not just on her phone, but in her kitchen.
She had taken Anna’s attack out on Grady, no doubt about it. She’d figured he deserved it, since he was the cause of it. The plain truth was, Anna had ladled on guilt and Karen had accepted it because she was riddled with guilt already. Then she had lashed out at the cause.
She owed him an apology. She was the one who’d agreed weeks ago and again the night before to his visits. She had known there would be talk, known deep down that sooner or later it would reach Caleb’s parents and that there would be a price to pay.
What was one more disagreement, one more disapproving lecture, from a woman who hadn’t been any less critical when Caleb had been alive?
Finished in the barn, Karen walked slowly back to the house, where she overheard Grady on the phone.
“I want it taken care of today, do you understand me? This has dragged on long enough.”
Her heart thudded wildly at the implication. Was he tired of trying to outwait her? Was he somehow going to force the issue?
She let the door slam behind her and stood in front of him, her pulse thundering. “What was that about?” she demanded. “What are you up to now?”
The dismay on his face seemed proof enough of his treachery.
“You will not get this ranch,” she said, jabbing a finger in his chest. Because it felt so good, she did it again, and then again, until tears were streaming
