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The van delivering Daniel’s worldly possessions pulled into his driveway at nine o’clock Saturday morning. The Mercado kids arrived on horseback ten minutes later. They galloped up the road in a cloud of dust and slid to a stop on the bare dirt in front of the house. Toby sat on a sturdy brown-and-white horse with a friendly face. His sister—the image of her mother—rode a beautiful palomino with a dark gold coat and a cornsilk mane and tail, while the older boy seemed completely comfortable on his very tall, very black mount.

“Hi,” Toby said, before sliding to the ground. “We came to help you move in. This is Robbie and Susannah. My horse is Patches. Suze rides Lustre, and Robbie’s horse is Tar.” He nodded toward his siblings. “We’ll put them in the corral.”

“Wait a minute.” Daniel suppressed the smile he was feeling. “I don’t recall asking for help.”

“We’re neighbors,” Susannah said. “That’s what we do.”

He was pretty sure they hadn’t checked with their mother before heading his way. And he didn’t want to come between Willa and her children. “Well, you see those two big guys right there?” He waved his cane at the movers who were levering his new recliner out of the van. “They’ve got everything under control. I appreciate the offer, but I think you three had better head back to your house. You must have chores to do for your mom.”

The shock and disappointment on their faces would have been comical, if he hadn’t felt like such a heel turning them away. Toby stood with his jaw hanging loose, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d heard. “But—”

“Come on, Toby.” Robbie, who looked the least like his mother, with bigger bones and a fuller face, wheeled his horse. “We’ve got work to do at home. We don’t have to stay where we’re not wanted.” He pressed his heels into the black horse’s sides and took off at a fast lope. With a glance back at Daniel, Susannah shrugged and followed.

Toby threw his own disgusted look in Daniel’s direction, pulled himself into the saddle and kicked his pony to a gallop. Daniel watched in admiration and a little envy as they charged back down the hill. All three kids rode like they were part of the animal underneath them.

That was why he was so shocked to see Toby’s horse buck several times, then rear straight up on its hind legs—not once, but twice. The second time, Toby fell off.

Daniel heard one of the kids shout. By the time he had his truck backed out of the carport, he saw that Robbie and Susannah had returned to help their brother. A minute later, he stood beside Susannah as she knelt in the dirt with Toby. Robbie waited nearby, holding the three horses.

“He’s knocked out,” Susannah said, a thread of panic edging her voice. “I don’t know what happened. He never falls.”

Daniel mentally cursed his inability to get down on his knees. “Do cell phones work out here?” Susannah shook her head. He looked over at the older boy. “You have to go home and get your mother. If she can get a doctor to come, that’s a good idea.” The boy stared at him blankly. “Go on, Rob. Move it!”

The military tone worked. Robbie managed to mount his horse while still holding the reins of the other two, and then set off down the road at a trot.

“Now, let’s see what’s with Toby.” Daniel leaned as far as he could over the prone little boy. “Can you tell if he’s broken a bone?”

Susannah felt up and down Toby’s limbs and shook her head. “Nothing feels weird.”

“Run your fingers over his scalp, under his hair. Any cuts? Bleeding?”

She did as instructed. If Daniel hadn’t been watching closely, he’d have missed the wince that passed across Toby’s face. Coupled with the good color in his cheeks and the even rise and fall of the boy’s chest, that flinch suggested to Daniel that they might be dealing with injuries more pretended than real.

“Okay, then, let’s check his ribs.” Balancing on his cane, he reached down and tickled his fingers up and down Toby’s rib cage. The little boy made a really valiant effort…but in the end, he had to laugh.

“Don’t! Stop,” he pleaded, giggling, and curled into a ball. “That—ouch!” The sudden gasp of pain was real. “It hurts!” He folded his arms over his midriff and opened his eyes. “Something really hurts.”

“Show me where.” When Toby put his fingertips on his rib cage, Daniel nodded. “You may have cracked that rib, big guy. Do you feel okay, otherwise? Headache? Dizzy? How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Three.”

“Yep.” Daniel straightened up, ignoring the scream of his own muscles. “Let’s see if we can get you on your feet. Susannah, take his arm and I’ll take the other hand.” Carefully, they levered Toby to stand. “How’s that feel?”

“Okay, ’cept I have this ache…” He curled his torso around his arms.

“Come lie down in the back of my truck. We’ll wait for your mom and I can drive you down to your house or the doctor, whichever she wants.”

Toby climbed gamely into the backseat of the truck and even agreed to lay his head on Susannah’s leg as she sat beside him.

“What happened?” She brushed a fringe of black hair off her brother’s forehead. “What caused Patches to spook like that?”

“I dunno.” Toby shrugged, then winced. “Maybe he saw a snake. A rattler, coiled up on the side of the road, ready to strike.”

Susannah frowned. “I didn’t see a snake when I went by.”

“That doesn’t mean there wasn’t one.”

“But the other horses—”

“Are stupid.” Toby shoved himself away from his sister. “I said I don’t know what happened.”

“That’s okay.” Daniel touched Susannah’s shoulder lightly. “We won’t worry about why right now. You need to stay still, Toby. Lie back down.”

But the boy had his lower lip stuck out and refused to relax. “Let’s just go home.”

“No, we’ll get your mother here first.” At the sound of an approaching engine, Daniel glanced down the road. “There she is, now.”

Willa dropped down from her truck and strode toward Daniel. “Is he hurt?” Her dark eyes were fierce with worry.

“He might have cracked a rib. Otherwise, I think he’s okay.” He stepped back as she reached him, allowing her to peer into the backseat.

“Toby, what have you done this time?”

“Patches spooked and reared,” Susannah said. “He says it was a snake on the road, but I don’t believe him.” She slid out, and Willa took her place next to Toby.

Robbie had come back with his mother, and he walked up while Willa talked to Toby. “Come on, Suze. Let’s get in the truck. Mom wants to take him into town to the doctor.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Can’t you be polite?” Then she looked at Daniel. “Thanks, Major Trent. I appreciate your help.”

Daniel gave her a smile. “I’m glad I was close by.”

Susannah smiled back and started to say something else, but Robbie grabbed her arm. “Come on.” With a jerk, he got her started toward Willa’s vehicle. She glanced back at Daniel and waved, before her brother urged her with both hands into the backseat. The door slammed shut. Despite the shadowed interior, Daniel saw the twins arguing.

Willa backed out of his truck and looked over. “You might be right. He’ll need an X-ray, I guess.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Thanks again for taking care of him.” Blowing out a deep breath, she tented her fingers against her lips for a moment. “I can’t imagine what happened, though. Patches has always been bomb-proof—he never spooks. I’ve been on him when a snake actually crossed his path. On the other hand, Toby usually sticks like a burr. He’s been riding his whole life.”

Daniel decided to keep his thoughts to himself. “Maybe he was thinking about something else. I’m just glad he didn’t hit his head.”

“Me, too.” Her gaze met his for a second. “Robbie said your furniture arrived.”

“Yeah, what there is of it.”

“They rode up to help you, I guess.”

He nodded. “I doubted you knew they’d come over.”

“No.”

“So I sent them home.”

Looking away from him, she nodded. “Um…I appreciate that. Now, we’ll get out of your way, let you move in.” She walked quickly to the other side of the truck, helped Toby out and led him to her vehicle with an arm around his shoulders. Once behind the wheel again, she gave Daniel a wave, echoed by Toby and Susannah, then executed a precise three-point turn and headed back down the hill in a cloud of dust.

Daniel returned to his house to find that the movers, with no direction, had deposited his bedroom furniture in the living room and were ready to be on their way. He offered them fifty bucks in cash to assemble the bed where it belonged and place the dresser and chest of drawers that had belonged to his great-grandmother. Gritting his teeth, he also requested them to unstack the boxes so he could open each one without having to lift. Then, embarrassed, he let them leave.

Sitting in his recliner a few minutes later, he heard the distinct sound of a car engine shutting off outside his door. When he’d levered himself to stand and reached the living room window, he could see that an ancient station wagon—the kind with real wood panels on the sides—had pulled into the yard. As he watched, one of the Mercado ladies came around to the back and lowered the tailgate, at the same time as someone knocked on the door.

The other aunt stood there, as he’d expected. “Good afternoon,” she said brightly. “Lili and I thought you would need some help getting settled. If you’ll hold open the door, we’ll bring these things inside.”

He’d had trouble telling the twins apart at lunch. Now he noticed that Rosa wore a metal bracelet, the kind used to remember prisoners of war and soldiers missing in action. That would help him keep them straight. “Miss Rosa, you don’t have to…”

His protest fell on deaf ears. She went back to the wagon and collected a big basket, as Lili approached carrying a cardboard box. “Hello, again, Major Trent. These go to the kitchen.”

“Miss Lili, I can’t let you—”

She, too, ignored him. And so Daniel stood there, bemused, as the two ladies paraded back and forth from house to wagon, carting in groceries and he didn’t know what else.

“That’s all,” Lili said, as she came in again. “You can close the door now. We’ve let out enough of the cool air.” When Daniel followed her into the kitchen, he found Rosa unpacking pots and pans.

“We weren’t sure whether you had kitchen supplies,” she told him. “And I gather, looking at your boxes, that you don’t.”

“Um…no.” Daniel ran a hand through his hair. “I haven’t cooked much, over the years.”

“That’s quite all right. We have plenty to spare.”

“And dishware?” Lili lifted a stack of plates out of a box. “Do you have your own?”

He shook his head. “You really shouldn’t have—”

Lili waved away his objections. “We didn’t expect a bachelor to have much in the way of provisions. So we brought some basics. And some frozen meals, to get you started. Those are already in the freezer.”

The freezer, Daniel saw when he opened the door, was filled with neatly labeled packages. “Your lasagna,” he said weakly. “That was really good.” He’d been eating peanut butter sandwiches since that one great lunch at Willa’s house.

“And, of course, you’re welcome to any meal at our house,” Lili said. “Even breakfast, if you want to drive down that early. You don’t have to call—just arrive and we’ll feed you.”

“Thanks.” Daniel could just imagine Willa’s face if he showed up for breakfast, or any other meal, unannounced and uninvited by her.

“Now, we’ll get the sheets on your bed.” Rosa headed for the bedroom. “And some towels in the bath.”

“Ladies…” Daniel trailed after them. “I can make the bed. You really don’t have to do all this work.”

Again, his protests fell on deaf ears. The sisters set up his bed and bath to their satisfaction, all the way down to unwrapping the bars of soap for sink and shower. When they started eyeing the boxes, however, Daniel took charge.

“No,” he said firmly, “you aren’t going to unpack for me. I couldn’t live with myself if I let you work so hard. You’ve already done too much.”

“Nonsense.” Lili allowed him to escort her back to the living room. “You’ve saved Toby twice, now—we couldn’t possibly do too much.”

“Then we’ll call it even.” Daniel surveyed them both. “But it’s getting late and you’ll want to be back home before dark.”

He was able to help them into the wagon one-handed, and then stepped back. “Thank you for everything. You’re welcome to visit anytime—come empty-handed, though!”

They laughed and beeped the horn. Daniel watched them out of sight down the road before going back into his house.

His well-provisioned house, now that the Mercado sisters had been there. Between the luxury of choosing whether to enjoy beef stew or meat loaf for dinner, the prospect of a good night’s sleep on cool, smooth sheets and a swig from one of the beers Rosa had stowed in his refrigerator, Daniel felt as if he’d finally come home.

He raised his bottle in a toast. “To the New Moon Ranch,” he said aloud. “Willa, my dear, you’ll just have to learn to like losing!”

TOBY WANTED HIS MOM NEARBY while the doctors examined him, but Robbie and Susannah were told to remain in the waiting room.

“I hope he’s not really hurt.” Susannah hunched her shoulders and hugged her arms around her waist.

Robbie propped his elbows on his knees and stared at his hands. “Yeah, well, he deserves it, pulling a stunt like that.”

“What stunt?”

“You are so gullible.” He threw his sister an impatient look. “He made Patches rear, then deliberately fell off.”

“Oh.” She was quiet for a few seconds. “Why would he do that?”

“’Cause he’s all excited about Major Daniel Trent from the U.S. Army. He wanted that Trent dude to come to the rescue.” He used a sissy voice to make the title sound as silly as possible.

“He’s a nice man, Robbie. I like his smile.”

“You would.”

She punched him in the shoulder. “I’m not stupid.”

“Sure you are,” he said, just to make her mad. Then he grinned, so she’d know he didn’t mean it.

After she stuck out her tongue at him, Susannah said, “Why do you think Toby’s so interested in Major Trent?”

“Duh? Because it’s like Dad coming back again?”

She didn’t say anything. When he looked around, she’d bowed her head over her arms, and he saw a tear splash on her wrist. After a minute, though, she sniffed and straightened up. “So you think Toby wants Major Trent to take Daddy’s place?”

Robbie shrugged one shoulder.

“Marry Mom, and everything?”

“Don’t make me gag. Mom doesn’t need another husband. She’s got us to take care of her.”

“She’s pretty lonely. So maybe—” Susannah stared at him, her eyebrows wrinkled. “Would that make him our dad?”

“Nope.”

“And would he run the ranch? Would he…would he own it, once he married Mom?”

“I—I don’t think so.” Robbie could still hear in his head what his dad had said, kneeling in front of him just before he got on the plane. “I’m counting on you, son. Take care of your mom. And take care of the Blue Moon.”

Susannah tugged on his sleeve. “Robbie, are you sure?”

Robbie realized he’d closed his eyes. He opened them wide and saw his mom and Toby emerge from the examination area across the room. “The Blue Moon belongs to the Mercados, Suze.” He made his voice strong, so she’d believe him. “Always has, always will.”

He’d make sure of that, somehow. For his dad’s sake.

NIGHT HAD FALLEN BY THE TIME Willa pulled her truck into the driveway at the house. She cut the engine, climbed out and went to help Toby off the high seat.

“I don’t need help,” he complained, but then leaned heavily on her hand as he came to the ground.

“I know you don’t. But humor me—moms like to help when their kids have cracked ribs.”

“Okay.” He pulled free soon enough and walked into the house under his own steam, but with a tired slump to his shoulders.

“He doesn’t feel good.” Susannah came up on Willa’s right. “Maybe they should have put him in the hospital.”

“He’s just begging for sympathy,” Robbie countered. “You watch—he’ll want extra dessert because he’s hurt.”

“I think he’s sore,” Willa told them. “But maybe he’s learned a lesson.” They both looked at her in question and she shrugged. “My guess is he tried to fall off…and succeeded better than he expected.”

Susannah held out her hands in a helpless gesture. “But why?”

“I told you. ’Cause he wanted to stay with his new hero,” Robbie said with disgust. “He’s all hung up over the Trent guy.”