Читать книгу The Forest Ranger's Promise - Leigh Bale - Страница 10

It took an hour of slow driving to reach the main road. Melanie didn’t head for Snyderville even to drop off her horses. Fearing Scott might die of some brain trauma, she sped on by the exit to reach the freeway to Evanston.

“Where you going?” he asked as they passed the road sign pointing to Snyderville.

Headlights blared in their eyes and she blinked as a semi passed them on the dark road. “I’m taking you to a hospital.”

“That’s ninety miles away.”

“That’s right,” she said.

“There’s no need for that. I’m fine.”

“You may have a concussion and I won’t be responsible for your death.” She didn’t look at him, wishing she could remain neutral. Wishing she didn’t care. Her husband had always chided her for taking in strays. She never figured that might include an injured forest ranger.

Anne sagged against her in sleep, her bright head drooping to her chest. Melanie almost cringed when Scott reached over and settled the girl in a more comfortable position on the seat. His kindness annoyed Melanie and she didn’t know why. His actions seemed too fatherly and she bit her tongue to keep from asking if he had kids. The less she knew about him the better.

She stared at the empty road, watching the miles go by, trying not to think of the man in the seat next to her. He filled up the truck with his bigger-than-life presence, so different from the previous ranger. This man was just too…likable.

The clock on the dashboard showed eight minutes past midnight when she pulled into the emergency parking lot in Evanston. She took up four parking spaces with the truck and trailer. Without a word, she climbed out and reached back to awaken Anne.

“Come on, honey. You can rest inside.”

The girl stumbled out of the truck, almost knocking Melanie over. Scott startled her when he took Anne’s arm to help. How did he get over here so fast?

“Leave me alone.” The girl jerked away, her jaw hard with belligerence.

Scott drew back in surprise. “Sorry. I just wanted to help.”

Anne didn’t smile and neither did Melanie. Anne had a natural aversion to men. She’d loved her father, but she’d also learned not to trust him. One minute, Aaron was fun and filled with gruff compassion. Then he’d lose himself in a bottle and became a mean drunk. Melanie had tried to shield Anne from her father’s rages, but hadn’t completely succeeded. The worst part about it was that Melanie now felt relieved Aaron wasn’t around to hurt them anymore. She missed him even as she felt joy in his absence. How could a woman feel that way about her own husband? It just wasn’t right and she felt guilty about it.

“Anne, don’t be rude.” Melanie led her daughter toward the lights of the hospital with Scott by their side.

In the brightly lit entranceway, he ran a hand down the back of his neck and Melanie sensed his deep frustration. She felt a nibble of guilt for being so curt with him but didn’t dare let down her guard.

Inside, she sat with Anne on a blue sofa in the waiting room while he stepped up to the front reception counter. Like a mother hen, Melanie kept an eye on him, just in case he needed her. Whether she liked it or not, she was stuck in Evanston with no way home until Scott Ennison got checked out.

She wasn’t certain what she’d do if the doctor decided to keep Scott overnight. Maybe she could drive his truck back to Snyderville without him and contact his office in the morning. His people could come out to her ranch to retrieve his truck and horse.

A nurse handed a clipboard with paperwork to Scott and he quickly filled it out before reaching in his pocket for his wallet and insurance card. An orderly glanced at Melanie. “Would your wife like to come back with you to the examination room?”

Melanie almost choked. “I… I’m not his wife.”

“She’s just a friend.” Scott’s blue eyes rested on her like a leaden weight. His gaze challenged her, as if he waited for her to deny his claim of friendship. The corners of his mouth curved slightly with amusement.

Melanie bit her tongue to keep from saying something rude and completely ruining all the good values she’d tried to instill in her daughter.

“Sorry. My mistake,” the orderly said.

“Would you mind calling Karen Henderson?” Scott asked Melanie. “She’s my office manager. Let her know what happened, but tell her I’m okay. I don’t want to worry her.”

“Sure.” Melanie nodded and reached for her cell phone as Scott followed the orderly down the hall.

Melanie called information to get Karen Henderson’s number, then made the call, keeping it short and sweet. Karen answered in a groggy voice and Melanie felt embarrassed. She had obviously woken Karen up, but there was no way around it. She quickly explained the situation, then hung up.

Sighing with exhaustion, Melanie wrapped an arm around Anne. She snuggled the girl close, breathing in her sweet smell before she leaned her head back.

Melanie would check on the horses in a few minutes. Right now, she felt absolutely worn out, her eyes gritty with fatigue. At least she had a clear conscience. Good Samaritan or not, God expected nothing less.

“You heard the doctor. I’m gonna be fine. I just have a mild concussion and a broken finger.” Scott sat in the passenger seat, leaning his head back to rest while Melanie drove them home to Snyderville. He felt loopy from the pain medication, as if everything moved in slow motion.

Anne sat passed out between them, her small body hanging limp against her seat belt. Thick darkness covered the road, the headlights glinting off damp pavement as Melanie pulled onto the freeway.

Scott would have called his range assistant to come get him, but he figured by the time Jim got to Evanston, they could already be home. Instead, he’d woken up Karen again to let her know he’d be home by five in the morning. Until Scott could find another child care provider, Karen had agreed to take Shelley when he needed to work on the mountain. Something would need to change soon. Shelley was bored to tears, sitting all day in the office with a woman old enough to be her grandmother. No friends to play with. No mother to love her.

No wife to love him.

A sad melancholy settled over him. How he wished he could go back in time and change things. Shelley was the most important thing in his life and she was hurting. He’d have to find a better sitter on his next day off. That would go a long way toward mending Shelley’s broken heart.

He doubted his own heart could ever be fixed.

“The doctor said you need to stay awake for a few more hours. Do you have family at home to watch you, to make sure you’re okay?” Melanie asked.

No, but he didn’t want to tell Melanie that. He could tell that she didn’t want to be near him, but he knew she’d offer to stay with him if he needed her. He could hear the weariness in her voice and wouldn’t ask that from her. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Did you call your wife and tell her what happened?”

Her voice had a low, growly quality he liked. Not a girly, simpering voice like so many other women he knew. Her assumption that he was married amused him. “My daughter will take care of me.”

She flicked a glance of curiosity at him. “Is she old enough to watch you?”

He shrugged. “Probably not.”

“That’s just the point. You could be unconscious and unable to call for help. Who’s at home? Is your wife out of town?”

He liked the note of concern in her voice. It’d been a long time since anyone cared about him. But her reminder that he had no one except his daughter made him feel a tad grouchy and he didn’t understand why. “I’m divorced.”

Now why did he tell her that? It wasn’t her business. Must be the medication loosening his tongue.

“Oh. I didn’t mean to pry.”

He moved his left hand, careful not to jar the broken finger and bulky splint the nurse had put on for him. Melanie’s apology softened him as nothing else could. Over the past few years, it seemed he’d done all the apologizing. Now, he wanted to get on with life and forget his sadness. He’d resigned himself to raising Shelley and being alone. A ranger living in remote towns with few single women had little chance of developing much of a social life.

“It’s okay. I guess you could say I chose my career over the needs of my wife. Not many women like living in podunk towns without a decent grocery store and shopping.”

Once again, his tongue seemed to blurt out words before he could engage his brain. Melanie McAllister was much too easy to talk to.

Allison should be here now with him and Shelley. He’d begged his wife not to leave them. He’d even offered to change the career he dearly loved, although he had no idea what he’d do if he wasn’t a ranger. This life was all he knew.

No amount of pleading had changed Allison’s mind. She’d married a wealthy businessman less than four weeks after the divorce. All her trips to New York to visit her sister finally made sense. She’d been having an affair. When she’d claimed she’d never loved him, Scott wasn’t surprised. Even now, the pain of betrayal hurt so much he thought there must be blood on the floor.

When she’d demanded that he keep Shelley, Scott had been glad, but his heart ached for his little girl. She didn’t understand why Mom didn’t want her anymore. He’d clumsily tried to explain without hurting her feelings, but Shelley was too smart. Kids had an uncanny way of guessing the truth. She knew her mother didn’t want her. Had never really wanted either of them. And that’s what hurt most of all.

“I suppose you’re right,” Melanie conceded. “It can be a challenge living in an isolated town, but we’ve got the most beautiful sunsets you ever saw. And when I’m up on the mountain after a rainstorm, the wind whispers through the trees and everything is so green and smells so fragrant. It’s like heaven on earth.”

Warmth and pride infused her voice. She spoke on a sigh, her soft words sounding poetic. He couldn’t help wondering how different life might have been if his ex-wife had loved the great outdoors the way he did. They’d met and married fresh out of college, before he realized she hated country living. “It’s funny how things change.”

“Yes,” Melanie said. “And it’s funny how they stay the same, too.”

How true. Right now, he wished he could just find some normalcy for himself and Shelley, if only for a while. They’d both had far too much upheaval lately.

“If your daughter’s young, who’s watching her while you’re gone?” Melanie asked.

He explained about Karen. “Shelley’s a great kid, but she’s lonely. She misses her mom and her friends.”

“Don’t worry. There’re several women in town who run summer child care out of their homes to make extra money.”

“Yeah, for everyone except the new forest ranger.” He couldn’t keep the cynicism from his voice.

“I take it you’ve already asked them?”

“Yep, and each one said no.”

“Really?” Disbelief filled her voice.

He snorted. “Don’t look so surprised. One woman was polite, but I saw the anxiousness in her eyes when she found out who I was. The other two women bluntly told me they would never watch the forest ranger’s brat.”

She glanced at him, her eyes round with shock. “They actually said that?”

“Quote, unquote.” And where did that leave him and Shelley? He’d never leave her with people who might treat her badly. His child care predicament bordered on desperate.

“I’m sorry. That’s not very Christian-like.” Melanie’s mouth tensed as she gripped the steering wheel.

“Don’t worry about it. Even you’d rather be anywhere but here helping me.”

Her cheeks flamed with guilt. “Is it that obvious?”

“Like a fist punch to the nose.”

“I don’t mean to be rude,” she admitted.

“I know. It’s just that Shelley misses her mom and still doesn’t understand why she has to live with me.” His voice softened. “She’s a lot like her mother. Prefers dresses to tromping around the mountains on a horse. But I love her so much. She’s all I have left.”

He heaved a deep sigh, then clamped his mouth closed. He must remember that this woman was a rancher and didn’t trust him. Yet.

“I’m sorry for your trouble.”

“Thanks. I just want to do a good job here,” he said. “My dad died when I was a senior in high school and Mom couldn’t keep the ranch going even with my help. We sold off our land and that’s when I decided to get a college education, so I could become a forest ranger and help other ranchers. I’m really not an ogre.”

She blinked, seeming to think this over.

“Can you recommend a child care provider until school starts up in the fall who won’t care what I do for a living?” he asked.

She hesitated, then shook her head, her long auburn hair falling softly around her shoulders. “Just the women you’ve already tried. I pretty much keep to myself out at Opal Ranch and don’t have time to mingle a lot with the townsfolk.”

Something in her tone warned that he’d pushed her out of her comfort zone. She stared straight ahead, a frown curling the corners of her mouth. She didn’t clarify, but he suspected there was a reason she didn’t associate with the people in town and he couldn’t help wondering why. For now, he decided to change the topic. “Opal Ranch is your home?”

“Yes, we’re fifteen miles outside of town.”

“How many bands of sheep are you running?”

“Two.”

“With about four thousand head?”

“Closer to three.” At his questioning look, she continued. “We’ve had some setbacks.”

“Such as?”

“Such as nosy forest rangers,” she retorted.

Wow! She was definitely harboring ill feelings toward the previous ranger. He could see he had his work cut out for him to resolve the anger issues in this town. Her clipped answers told him she didn’t want to talk, but he should know this information as the new ranger. “How many acres of grazing land do you own?”

“Enough.”

He smiled at the quirky way her full lips pursed together in disapproval. “I’m only trying to get to know your needs as one of the permittees. I just want to help.”

“Are you laughing at me?”

He dropped the smile from his face, realizing she was dead serious. “Absolutely not.”

“Good.” She jutted her chin. “We have ten acres of corrals, eighty acres of hay land and another seventy acres of dry pasture, along with lambing and shearing sheds.”

“Sounds like you have a busy operation.”

“It’s not a sideline, if that’s what you mean. Some people come out here from the city, setting up a hobby ranch so they can play with the sheep and cows. For my family, it’s our livelihood and our way of life. My family has owned Opal Ranch for generations. It would kill me to lose our land and—” She clamped her mouth closed, as if realizing she was telling him too much. “I understand.”

She glanced at him, a doubtful frown creasing her brows. “Do you really?”

“Yes, I do. Really. You don’t like me very much.” He shouldn’t have said that. He’d always been too direct. Allison never liked that aspect of his personality. He called things as he saw them, but Allison preferred to play silent, sulking games. He’d never known a person who could hold a grudge as long as Allison.

Melanie glanced at him, her green eyes shooting daggers. “If you were me, would you like the ranger very much?”

“Sure. I’m a nice guy and I’ve never done anything to hurt you.”

She took a deep, exasperated breath before letting it go. “Surely they told you the problems stirred up by the last ranger here in Snyderville?”

“They?” he asked.

“Yeah, your bosses. The people you work for. They must have told you about the trouble the last ranger caused.”

“Yes, that’s why they brought me in. To help smooth all of that over.”

She snorted. “And how do you intend to do that?”

“One permittee at a time. I thought I’d start with you.”

“No.” She shook her head, staring straight ahead.

“You don’t even know me.”

“I think that’s best,” she said.

“And yet you helped me.”

“Wouldn’t you have done the same?” She tilted her head to look at him, her delicate features outlined in shadows. She seemed too dainty to be running a sheep ranch, and he got the impression she made up in spirit what she lacked in physical strength.

“Of course I would.” He met her eyes. “What did the other ranger do to upset you so much?”

“For one thing, he made a lot of promises he never kept.”

“I won’t do that. Not ever.” And he meant it.

“We’ll see.”

He sighed, realizing it would take time for him to prove himself.

She squirmed in her seat. “Look, can we change the subject?”

“Sure. What do you want to talk about?”

She didn’t bat an eye. “How old is your daughter?”

“Almost eleven.”

“My Anne is eleven.”

He peered through the darkness at the sleeping girl, finding her mouth open slightly as she breathed. She looked like a sweet child. A smaller version of Melanie, with a pert nose and cheeks sprinkled with freckles and auburn hair like her mom’s. “What grade is she in?”

“She’ll start sixth grade in the fall.”

“Shelley will be in the sixth grade, too. Maybe they can be friends.”

Melanie looked doubtful and then he remembered Anne’s accusation on the mountain. “Why does Anne blame me for her father’s death?”

Melanie sucked in a deep breath.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he added. “Is that getting back into a taboo subject?” He tried to tease her, to lighten things up a bit, but the look on her face told him it wasn’t working. He saw something in her eyes, something vulnerable and fearful. From the little he knew about this woman, he realized she’d been hurt and he sensed the pain went deeper than just the loss of her husband. What had happened to her?

She licked her top lip, seeming to choose her words carefully. “Let’s just say the last ranger wasn’t a nice man and let it go at that.”

Her revelation made Scott’s mind run rampant. He’d never met Ben Stimpson, but he’d heard that the man used some illegal threats to force the ranchers to do his bidding. Had Stimpson threatened Melanie?

Scott sensed a deep reticence in her words. Once her husband died, Ben could have helped Melanie and her daughter, making their lives much easier. Or he could have made things more difficult. Scott figured from Melanie’s comments that it had been the latter.

They didn’t speak much over the next few miles. When she pulled into Snyderville, he breathed a sigh of relief. One lonely streetlight guided their way down Main Street. The morning sun had just peeked over the eastern mountains and he was grateful they were all home safe.

Karen, her husband, Mike, and Scott’s range assistant, Jim Tippet, were all at his house to meet him. As Melanie pulled into the gravel driveway, they came outside fully dressed, Jim’s thinning hair sticking up in places.

“Thank goodness you’re home. Are you okay?” Karen asked as she rushed over to take Scott’s arm.

“I’m fine, thanks to Mrs. McAllister.” Scott smiled at Melanie, who stood back with her arms folded. Anne continued sleeping in the truck.

Jim looked at Melanie. “Good thing you were up on the mountain and found him when you did.”

A tight smile curved her lips. “I was glad to help.”

Yeah, right. Scott doubted her words, but he respected her for doing the right thing in spite of her dislike for him. Without her and Anne, he’d probably be dead now.

“Let me unload Tam and I’ll put him in the corral before I drive Mrs. McAllister home.” Jim went to retrieve Scott’s horse.

“I’ll help you,” Mike said.

As the two men rounded the back of the horse trailer, Scott looked at the Forest Service house, painted white with green trim. Someone had turned the porch light on. Even though he had kind people here to help, he felt overwhelmed by loneliness. “Where’s Shelley?”

“Inside sleeping. She doesn’t even know anything happened,” Karen said.

“Good. I didn’t want to frighten her.” No matter what, he wanted to protect his daughter and let her have as normal a childhood as possible.

“Let’s get you inside so you can rest,” Karen urged.

Scott reached out his hand to Melanie. “Thank you, Mrs. McAllister. I owe you.”

Melanie hesitated before shaking his hand. Her fingers felt chilled and delicate against his.

“You don’t owe me a thing,” she said.

Scott watched her return to the truck, sliding in beside her sleeping daughter. Injured and alone on the mountain without a horse, he could have died. He had Melanie to thank for his life. Right then, he decided he would do everything in his power to return the favor.

As Karen led him up the front steps to his house, he stared at the front door. Thinking about the big, empty rooms, he wished he didn’t have to go inside. If only he had someone to come home to each night besides Shelley. Someone who loved and cared for him as much as he cared for her.