Rescue Me

belongings. An old ring quilt lay at the foot of the wrought-iron bed. Three portraits sat on the old wooden dresser: Johanna’s Miss Texas picture, the couple’s wedding portrait, and Sadie’s graduation picture. On the mantel above the rock fireplace hung a painting of Captain Church Hill, one of his favorite and most successful Tovero stallions. Captain Church Hill had died ten years ago.
    Tears slid from the corners of her eyes and she bit the edge of her trembling lip as she remembered her daddy talking to her about the history and bloodlines of his paint horses. He’d never really talked to her about growing up on the JH. She’d always just thought it was because he was grouchy and uncommunicative. And both those things were true, but she now knew that he had been raised by a volatile father and he’d had his own unfulfilled dreams of becoming a “king of the road.”
    A crash from below made Sadie jump. Her heart pounded and she took a step back out of the room. She brushed the tears from her cheeks.
    She felt like a cup that was about to overflow. She couldn’t stand in the hall staring at her father’s things and she couldn’t return downstairs. The thought of sipping more tea and smiling politely felt like one drop too many.
    She moved into her bedroom and shoved her feet into her old boots. She slapped her Stetson on her head and grabbed her little black clutch from the bedside table. The heels of her boots made a soft thud on the hardwood floor of the hall and down the stairs. She passed several people on her way out the front door, but she didn’t stop to say hello. She just kept walking. Past the line of parked cars, down the dusty road. The hat shaded her eyes from the late afternoon sun and she kept going. Anxiety and grief gripped her heart. What was she going to do now that her daddy was gone? What was she going to do about the JH? She didn’t have to live on the ranch. She had several options. Get involved in the day-to-day management of the ranch, let the current ranch manager and foremen take over completely, or something in between. She had a meeting with Dickie Briscoe, Snooks Perry, and Tyrus Pratt Monday morning. The ranch manager and two foremen wanted to talk to her about her plans and options. She was now the sole owner of ten thousand acres, several thousand head of cattle, and a dozen registered American paint horses. She was fairly certain she owned a few cattle dogs and a slew of barn cats, too.
    A part of her wanted to run, like always. To jump in her car and leave it all behind. Yet there was also a part, a new and intriguing part, that wanted to stick around and see what she could do.
    A slight breeze blew the wild grasses and dust. She stopped in the middle of the road and looked back at the house. She figured she’d walked about a mile. She should go back.
    “E veryone says Sadie is leaving town as soon as she gets her daddy’s money.”
    Vince glanced up at Becca. He hadn’t seen her for about a week. Thought maybe she’d forgotten about him. No such luck. “Is that what everyone is saying?”
    “Yep.”
    He tossed her a cold Dr Pepper out of a Coleman cooler on the floor of the office at the Gas and Go. Today her hair was a short bubble. A little strange but not as strange as the lopsided do she’d had a few days ago. “I don’t know her plans.” She hadn’t discussed them with him.
    “Aren’t you dating Sadie Jo?”
    He knelt and rummaged through the deepest part of his toolbox sitting in the middle of the room. The renovations were taking longer than he’d planned. Instead of working, he’d spent the day looking at apartments, and now he was going to have to stop everything and take a trip to Seattle sooner than he’d expected.
    “Aren’t you?”
    “Aren’t I what?”
    “Dating Sadie Jo?”
    His sex life wasn’t Becca’s business. “I don’t know that I’d call it dating.”
    “What do you call it?”
    He glanced up at the annoying little twenty-one-year-old. “I call it none of your business.”
    Becca frowned and popped open the can. “I saw the way you looked at her, Vince.”
    “When?”
    “Last week when I was here and she drove up.” She leaned a shoulder in the doorway where the jamb had been a few days prior. He hadn’t planned to remove the wood doors and moldings, but decades of Luraleen’s cigarette stench had seeped into the wood and made it smell like a bar in old Vegas. “You had sparks in your eyes for