Читать книгу The Cowboy's Christmas Proposal - Judy Christenberry, Judy Christenberry - Страница 7

OKAY, so maybe he’d asked for her response. He swung down from his saddle and stowed the apple in his saddlebag. Then he mounted again. “Ready?”

“Yes,” she said, not bothering to look his way.

He started out in the opposite direction of their ride yesterday. After a few minutes, when they were well away from the barn, he said, “I thought you might want to know that your father had doubts about several of the men riding for him.”

“He did?” she asked, her eyes wide.

“Yeah, but every time he talked to Gerald about them, he told him he was wrong.”

“And Gerald convinced him?”

“Not entirely, but your father didn’t want to go against Gerald without proof. He was keeping watch, intending to let them go as soon as he caught them red-handed in slacking off, or doing anything they shouldn’t be doing. He hadn’t come to the conclusion that Gerald was the main problem, but he was making his way there.” After a moment of silence, he added, “I thought it might make you feel better to know that.”

Penny was silent for a moment as she took in Jake’s words. It had been kind of him to tell her about her father’s concerns and it did make her feel better. When she spoke her voice was shaking slightly. “Thank you. Are you going to do anything about the ones he didn’t trust?”

“Not unless I catch them red-handed, like your dad intended. They could change their ways. It certainly alarmed some of them that your dad had kept a journal.”

“How could you tell?”

“By the fear on their faces when I told them.”

“Then I doubt you’ll be able to return the books, as you promised.”

“Don’t worry, I locked them in a box and hid it. It will be obvious if anyone tries looking for them.”

She didn’t look pleased with his security measures. “Let me know if they destroy them!”

“Penny, I’m sure no one will try.”

She nudged her horse ahead of him, indicating she didn’t want to chat about the journals any longer.

He let her lead for the next hour until he had some questions about the use of a pasture they were passing, but Penny didn’t have the answer.

Jake didn’t push her. He felt sure he’d find the answer in the journals. “Isn’t it about time you ate your lunch?”

She looked up in surprise. “I suppose so. Is that a problem?”

“Not for me. I’m looking for an excuse to bite into that apple, but I didn’t want to admit my weakness. But you don’t seem in a hurry to eat today, even though it’s after twelve.”

“I didn’t realize the time. It’s flown by quickly.”

“So are you ready to eat?”

“Yes, of course.” She took out her lunch. “The sandwich I have is rather large. Would you like some of it?”

He looked at her, as if trying to determine her motive.

“I’m not trying to bribe you or gain some advantage. I’m just offering to share my sandwich.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’d like part of your sandwich if you’re sure you can spare it.”

She managed to separate about half her sandwich and hand it to him. He finished his share before she was half through.

“Thanks, that was good.”

“I’ll have Harriet make two sandwiches for tomorrow, if you’d like?”

“I don’t want to cause any trouble.”

“She won’t mind. I don’t think she has enough to do actually. When I left she was making pies for your dinner this evening.”

“Pies? What kind?”

“Apple.”

“I can’t wait.”

She studied him more closely. “You like sweets?”

“Sure. Doesn’t everyone?”

“Yes, I guess so.” He smiled a warm, genuine smile and Penny instantly reciprocated. The somber mood from before lifted between them. Penny was beginning to realize that there was a lot more to Jake Larson than just ranching.

“How are the meals in the bunkhouse?”

“Not bad. Cookie does a good job on regular stuff.”

“Maybe Harriet’s baking will make the meals better.”

“So Harriet’s working out fine for you?”

“Yes, she’s a good cook. And she’s willing to do whatever I need her to do. I’m feeling guilty because she does everything around the house.”

He grinned. “You’re putting in a full day, Penny. Let her do her job.”

She glared at him. “I am.”

They topped a hill and Jake discovered a source of water in the form of a pleasant lake. “Is this spring-fed?”

“Yes. Even in the middle of the summer, it’s always ice cold.”

“And does the water level change much?”

“No, not at all.”

“Hmm. Your dad must’ve relied on this water supply a lot.”

“Yes, I think so.”

Jake swung down from his saddle and stuck a hand in the water. “You’re right. It’s certainly icy today.”

“It is winter, Jake. Everything’s cold.”

“True. Want to dismount and eat our apples out of the wind?”

“I’d rather keep going so we get back before dark. Part of the perimeter is hard going.”

“Have it your way,” he said, swinging back up into the saddle. He reached back and took out the apple. “Okay, let’s go.”

They both ate in silence and continued on their journey. They stopped only to feed their horses the cores of their fruit and stretch their legs before carrying on. Jake didn’t make an effort to linger. Penny had already made her feelings clear.

The afternoon ride wasn’t easy, he’d admit. They seemed to climb mountains and then ride down them again. Jake didn’t have to worry about conversation since they rode single file.

When they reached the barn, again just as daylight was fading, he told Penny that he wanted to spend the next day checking out what the cowboys were doing, but he’d rather she not mention that to any of them. He wanted his appearance to be a surprise.

“Fine,” she replied and said nothing else until they reached the corral. No cowboys were in sight, but she simply said, “Tomorrow at seven?”

After taking care of her horse and putting away her tack, she left the barn area without even saying good-night.

Jake turned and stared at her retreating figure. Okay, so she was unhappy with him. So be it. They’d had a long day today, but she was the one who wanted to learn about ranching. He wasn’t going to make it easy for her just because she was a woman.

He headed for the bunkhouse. Opening the door to his room, he knew at once someone had been in. It wasn’t Harriet because his laundry was still in the basket. He slowly closed the door and found his lock box under his bed. Turning the lock, he opened the box and found both journals still in place. He took them out, relocked the box and replaced it under his bed.

Then he hid the journals inside his shirt, covered by his jacket, and went out into the main room. Once there, he noted several of the men watching him. He suspected those were the ones who had gone into his room.

He mentally noted the names and pasted on a smile. “I hear we have pie tonight boys.”

“Aw, boss,” Cookie complained, “I was keeping them pies a secret.”

“Sorry, Cookie, I didn’t know.” He kept his gaze on the two men he suspected, noting they weren’t swayed by the idea of pie. Suddenly, neither was he.

Penny dragged herself into the house that evening, feeling even worse than she had the day before.

Harriet took one look at her and poured her a cup of coffee. “Shower or dinner first?”

“I think I’ll just wash up in the bathroom down here. I’m not sure I could even climb the stairs.”

“I should mention that your cousin, Sally is coming to dinner. She called for you earlier and she seemed a little down so I invited her. I didn’t think you’d mind.”

Penny jumped to her feet and then groaned as her aching body protested. “Oh, Harriet, thank you, it’ll be so good to see her. I’ll go take a shower. Do you need any help?”

“No, honey, I’m fine. I’ll have the table set before you get back down here.”

Penny wasn’t as fast as she’d intended. The hot water held her captive, easing her strained muscles. But she finally dried off and slipped into clean clothes. Then she hurried downstairs.

Sally was already there, but she jumped to her feet to hug her cousin.

“I’m so glad you came. You’ve met Harriet?”

“Yes, I have. She convinced me to come to taste her apple pie.”

“She had to convince you?” Penny demanded.

“No, not really. It was just a good excuse.”

“Okay, I’ll forgive you. Harriet, is there anything we need to do to help you?”

“No, just sit down. It’s all ready,” Harriet assured her, carrying dishes to the table. In no time, all three were enjoying Harriet’s good cooking.

“So tell me, Penny, how’s the new manager working out?”

“I don’t know yet,” Penny said, keeping her gaze on her plate.

“What do you mean?” Sally asked.

“Well, we’ve spent the last two days riding the perimeter of the property and he’s been asking me lots of questions. The thing is I don’t have too many answers.”

“I thought he was supposed to be teaching you.”

“I thought so, too, but I suppose he has to get to know the place first. I loaned him Dad’s journals hoping that might help him, but I’m afraid he’s going to get them destroyed.”

“Why?” both Harriet and Sally demanded.

“Because when he told some of the men that he was reading Dad’s journals, he said several of them looked alarmed, as if afraid they might have been mentioned in them. I’m just worried that the books won’t be there when he returns.”

“Didn’t he hide them somewhere or do anything about safeguarding them?” Sally asked.

“He said he put the books somewhere safe, but who knows where that might be. I just wish I’d waited a while before handing them over.” As if to underline her feelings, there was a knock on the back door. Penny got up to answer it.

“Penny,” Jake said, “I’m sorry to interrupt your dinner, but I wanted to give these back to you before they are damaged. I think someone was in my room today while we were out. Luckily they didn’t get to the books, but given time, they might.”

Penny took the journals from him and realized that she had been wrong about Jake. She suddenly felt rather guilty for her earlier outburst in front of Sally and Harriet. “But how are you going to read them to learn about the ranch?”

“I think they will be safer with you, but I thought maybe on Sunday, you’d let me come to the house and read them.”

“Yes, of course.”

There was a slight pause as Jake prepared to take his leave. But suddenly Penny wanted him to stay for just a little longer. “Did you get your dinner, Jake?”

“No, I slipped out while they were all getting in line. I’ll get some food when I get back.”

Harriet came to the door. “There’s plenty of food here. Maybe you should ask Jake to join us.”

Penny looked at Harriet. Then she turned back to Jake. “You can join us for dinner if you want. We have plenty.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“No, I don’t mind. You must be hungry.”

Once Jake stepped into the kitchen, he realized there was another guest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had company.”

“Sally, this is Jake Larson, my manager. Jake, this is Sally Rogers, my cousin.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sally. You run the general store, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

Harriet put another place setting on the table. “Sit right here, Jake. Go ahead and serve yourself.”

“This looks great, Harriet. I can see why Penny’s pleased with your work.”

“Why, thank you, Jake,” Harriet said with a big smile.

Penny felt like everyone was smiling at Jake but her. “How could you tell someone had been in your room?”

Jake swallowed a mouthful of food before answering, “Well, a few things were moved around a little, not like I’d left them. I also found some scratch marks on the lock box that I’d stored the books in. There’s no way that could’ve happened with it stored under my bed, so somebody has definitely been snooping around.”

“When did they have time?”

“Cookie didn’t say anything, but I believe some of them came in early. I intend to ask him about it when no one else is around.”

“Have some rolls while they’re hot,” Harriet urged.

Jake took several rolls and began eating. Penny wanted to ask more questions, but she’d been raised by her mother’s rules of etiquette. It was rude to interrupt a hungry man’s meal.

When Harriet brought out her apple pie, Jake’s eyes glowed. “Man, that looks good, Harriet.”

“I hope it tastes good, Jake.”

She had no doubt about its taste when Jake finished. He raved about her pie.

“I’ll have to make some more for the bunkhouse, too. But I thought I’d make a cake next. I don’t want you boys to get bored with the same dessert.”

“We’ll look forward to anything you send us, Harriet.” Jake wiped his mouth with his napkin and put it beside his plate.

Again, Penny noted his good manners and felt a little pang for not trusting him more. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t risked her dad’s journals by mentioning them to the cowboys.

He stood and thanked Harriet and Penny for inviting him to join them. Then he told Sally how pleased he was to meet her.

Penny wondered if there was any attraction there. She guessed she had no problem with that. But the sudden thought of Jake and Sally together made Penny feel decidedly uncomfortable. Penny didn’t know why she was feeling this way, since she hardly knew Jake. She realized that she must be more tired than she thought. She said good-night, hoping her emotions didn’t show. The look in Jake’s eyes told her she wasn’t as successful as she’d hoped. Blushing slightly, she turned to meet Jake’s chocolate gaze, “Tomorrow at seven?” she asked.

“Right. Good night, everyone.”

Once the door had closed behind him, Sally said, “Well, I think he’s very nice, Penny. He’s charming and polite and I’m sure he will make a wonderful manager.”

Penny sat back down at the table. “I don’t know what to think. But I’m grateful to have Dad’s journals back.” Penny gently ran her hand over the cover of the journals, her mind a riot of thoughts and feelings. It had been surprising how easy it had been to relax with Jake over dinner and she found herself looking forward to the day ahead.

She picked up the journals. “Harriet, if anyone asks you, you never saw these journals.

“Sure, Penny. What are you going to do with them?”

“Dad had a safe put in because a lot of cowboys liked to be paid in cash. He didn’t want to keep a large amount of money here without a place to keep it secure. I’ll put the journals in there where they’ll be nice and safe.” Penny stood up from the table.

“Sally, will you come on up with me?”

“Okay.”

Upstairs, Penny went to her parents’ room and opened the safe. Inside, she moved aside some papers and stored the two books there. “I think there’s room for more of the books. Would you bring them here from Dad’s bedside table?”

“I’ll be glad to. I see you haven’t changed anything in here. I’d wondered.”

“Have you cleaned out your parents’ bedroom?” Penny asked.

“No. It just seems…so final.”

“I know. Harriet has volunteered to clean out the clothes that I don’t want, to give to charity so someone will use them.”

“I suppose that’s a good idea. Maybe I can do it a little bit at a time.”

“If you like you could ask Harriet to come help you on Saturday.”