MONDAY MORNING dawned crisp and clear in the Hill Country of Central Texas. Lori Porter, out for her customary morning stroll, scanned the sky as dawn pinkened its rim. A red-tailed hawk soared above the cedar-covered limestone hills, searching for prey. Lori envied the bird its freedom and wished she, too, could have a hawk’s-eye view of her surroundings, for they were beautiful, even as winter approached. And in the midst of the rustic loveliness stood the Circle T Ranch, Lori’s home for the past few years.
As her morning walk ended, the ranch began to stir for the day. Hired hands came out of the bunkhouse; those who lived in the nearby town of Crystal Creek drove through the front gate. All of them invariably drove pickups, which they parked behind the bunkhouse. Lori spotted Karl Walters, the ranch foreman, heading for the corral. As usual, he’d been up and about before anyone else. He saw her and waved; she waved back.
Several lights were on in the main house where Lori’s cousin Carolyn lived with her new husband, Vernon Trent. Quickening her step, Lori hurried past her own quarters and entered the house through the back door.
Vernon was seated at the long oak table that occupied the center of the homey kitchen. He looked up from the newspaper when the door opened. “Good morning, Lori.”
“Good morning, Vern. Mmm, that coffee smells good.”
The tall, slender, blond woman at the stove turned with a smile. “Good morning, Lori,” Carolyn said.
“Good morning, Caro.” Lori poured a cup of coffee and carried it to the table.
“Your cousin has some news for you,” Vernon informed her.
“Oh?” Lori turned to Carolyn with curiosity.
“Cynthia called last night. Seems Hank had a dream about me. He says someone’s got a hand in my till.”
Lori frowned. “How could that be? I take care of your money, and I can account for every dime of it.”
“I know. That was the first thing Vern mentioned when I told him about the call,” Carolyn said. “I guess Hank can’t be right one-hundred percent of the time, but—”
“He usually is,” Lori finished for her.
“I know.”
“So,” Vernon said, “Caro and I have about decided it’s not money someone’s taking. Maybe it’s property.”
“Like gear, saddles, something like that,” Carolyn explained.
“Or cattle?” Lori suggested.
Carolyn’s eyes widened. “But I know everyone on this ranch. I can’t believe any of them would steal cattle from me.”
“Remember the incident at the Double C last year?” Lori reminded her. “J.T. knew Chase Bennett, too, but that didn’t stop Chase from stealing his cows.”
Carolyn and Vernon exchanged anxious glances. “You ought to look into it, Caro,” he said.
Carolyn nodded. “I’ll have Karl take inventory. I haven’t missed anything, but the theft might have been recent.”
The timer on the oven buzzed. Bending, Carolyn pulled out a pan of muffins, put them in a napkin-lined basket and carried them to the table. “How’s Marian?” she asked, referring to Lori’s mother, her own aunt.
“Fine as far as I know. Looking forward to the Christmas holidays, I’m sure, even though her holidays never seem very restful to me. She spends them getting ready for midterm exams and making out next semester’s lessons.”
“She’s sure been teaching a long time,” Carolyn remarked. “A very industrious lady. It’s hard to believe she and my ne’er-do-well father had the same set of parents. How’s Anna?” she then asked, mentioning Lori’s paternal grandmother, who lived with Marian.
Lori rolled her eyes. “Grandma’s fine. She never changes. The saddest part of her life was my divorce, and down deep inside her Italian heart she honestly believes Michael and I are going to patch things up one of these days.”
Carolyn grinned. “After five years?”
At that moment the kitchen door opened and Beverly, Carolyn’s daughter, put in an appearance. Dressed in a fluffy blue robe, without makeup and with her fantastic blond hair disheveled, she still was the picture of loveliness. “Morning, everybody,” she said and made for the coffeepot. Pouring a cup, she joined the group at the table.
“Is Jeff still in town?” Carolyn asked idly.
Beverly’s eyes clouded. “No. When does he ever stay parked more than a couple of days? Sometimes I wish Grandpa Hank had never mentioned that property of his.”
“That’s pretty selfish, dear,” Carolyn admonished. “Jeff had been looking for a drilling site for months when he hooked up with Hank.”
“I know, but I sure didn’t expect him to have to spend so much time there.”
“Why don’t you go with him?” Lori asked.
“Because sitting around a drilling site all day is so-o-o boring.”
Just then Vernon uttered a sound of disgust and slammed the newspaper down on the table. “The damned silly ways the government finds to spend our money!” He drained his coffee and reached for another muffin, standing as he did. “Gotta run, ladies. There’s a young couple coming up from San Antonio to look for a weekend retreat. See you tonight, darling.” He bent to give Carolyn a kiss, a lingering one, Lori noticed. “Bye, Lori.”
“Goodbye, Vern. I hope they buy something.”
“Lord, so do I. The market’s been flatter than a pancake lately, and this is never a good time of year in the real estate business. Bye, Bev. See you later.” He gave Carolyn’s shoulder an affectionate pat and left the room.
Lori loved watching Carolyn and Vernon together even though their obvious love for each other tugged at her heart in ways that weren’t altogether pleasant. It reminded her of the sterility of her own love life. In the years since her divorce from Michael Porter, she had been involved with only one man, Lou Chaney, the assistant football coach at Crystal Creek High. He’d left in August to take a position with a high school in Austin. For a time they had continued to see each other occasionally. Either she would go to Austin or he would come to Crystal Creek, but the relationship had gradually died without too much regret on Lori’s part. Looking back, she saw that she and Lou had been keeping each other company more than anything. Certainly it had not been an exciting romance.
And that, Lori thought ruefully, pretty well summed up her entire existence. It was orderly and pleasant, but never, ever exciting.
“Are you going to the bank as usual this morning?” Carolyn asked, snapping Lori out of her musing.
“Yes.”
“I’d like to go with you. I’ve been thinking about that savings account Frank opened just before he died. I think I’ll close it out and put the money in one of the jumbo accounts. It’ll earn more interest that way, right?”
“Right. I told you that last summer.”
“I know, but I forgot. And I have some other errands I want to run. We’ll just make a morning of it, okay?”
“Sounds good to me. Oh, Caro, these muffins are out of this world!”
“It’s a new recipe, just loaded with things that are good for you.”
“It’s hard to believe something that tastes this good is good for you.” Lori polished off the muffin and her coffee, then stood and carried her dishes to the sink to rinse them and put them in the dishwasher. “We’ll leave about nine-thirty, if that’s all right.”
“That’s fine,” Carolyn said. “But first, I’ve got to go find Karl. If Hank says someone’s stealing from me, someone probably is stealing from me.”
“Want to come into town with us, Bev?” Lori asked.
“Oh…I don’t guess so, thanks just the same. I think Lynn’s sort of at loose ends today, too. I’ll go over to the Double C and watch her rub down horses or something.”
Smiling, Lori left the house, skirted the swimming pool and walked to a small building located some distance away. It had once been a garage, then a storage area for ranch wagons and the like. When she had arrived at the Circle T, it had been abandoned, and Lori had seen its possibilities even then. But she’d never done anything about it. She had simply moved into the main house with Carolyn and Beverly. The arrangement had worked fine as long as there were only the three women, but from time to time Lori had eyed the little structure out back, thinking what a nice place it could be with a little attention.
Carolyn’s marriage to Vernon had finally galvanized her into action. The newlyweds, she’d decided, needed their privacy. Now she had transformed the old garage into a lovely two-room studio, decorated in the bright colors she loved. Its interior still had a brand-new smell, for she had lived in it only a few weeks. Opening the door, she all but caressed the house with her eyes.
Lori often wondered what path her life might have taken if Carolyn hadn’t insisted she come to the Circle T after the divorce. “Just for a little while,” her cousin had said. “It’s peaceful here, a good place to get yourself back on track.” Now the little while had stretched into years. Carolyn didn’t want her to leave, and Lori had come to think of the ranch as home.
Everything had turned out far better than she could have hoped. Since she was an accountant, she had offered to keep the ranch’s books and do Carolyn’s taxes in return for room and board. But as soon as it had become apparent that that alone wouldn’t keep her busy enough, she had let it be known around that her services were available to other ranchers. She now had a long list of clients and was at last financially independent. Michael had said she’d never make it without him, but she had, and it felt good.
Life had settled into a comfortable routine. Or rut, Lori amended. Predictable and uneventful, at least for her. How she longed for something or someone to come along and shake things up a bit. A man would be the obvious solution, but given her conservative, reserved nature, Lori admitted she seemed to attract the solid, prosaic types like Lou, who lived and breathed football. To Lou, nothing on earth was more exciting than being on the ten-yard line with a minute to play.
As Lori crossed the living room to go into the bathroom for a shower, the phone on the desk in her bedroom rang. Reversing direction, she went to answer it.
“Lori Porter,” she said crisply.
“Is that any way for a woman to answer the phone?” an admonishing voice on the other end of the line asked.
“Grandma!” Lori cried brightly, then immediately sobered. “Is anything wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong, but I have a piece of news for you. Francis is getting married.”
“Uncle Francis?” Lori exclaimed. “Who in the heck is he marrying?”
“Her name is Henrietta. She’s from Houston. Francis proposed after knowing her only a few weeks.”
The news was so startling Lori had to laugh. Francis, Anna’s youngest son, was unquestionably the most colorless character Lori had ever known. Like the infamous man who came to dinner, he had shown up to visit the San Antonio branch of the DeMarco clan some fifteen years ago and was still there. He was fifty and had never been married. Lori tried without success to envision the type of woman who would want to marry Francis after having known him only a few weeks.
“What’s she like?”
A pause followed. Then, “She has all this red hair—I’m sure she dyes it—and an enormous bosom that jiggles when she laughs. She’s…well, you’ll just have to meet her yourself.”
It wasn’t so much what Anna said as the way she said it that informed Lori her grandmother disapproved of the match. And Anna DeMarco disapproved of things the way she did everything else—unreservedly. Lori felt rather sorry for the unknown Henrietta. “I can hardly wait.”
“So, Lori darling, if Francis can get married, surely you can, too. Have you met anyone yet?”
Ah, Lori thought. So that’s what’s on her mind. It was odd that Lou had never really counted with Anna. He was, according to her grandmother, in a line of work not known for its job security nor its ability to generate scads of income. When it came to a husband for Lori, Anna dreamed of a CEO or a pediatrician or, at the very least, a college president. “No, Grandma, I haven’t met anybody. If and when I do, I promise you’ll be the first to hear about it.”
“Who are you going to meet on a ranch? Cowboys! Darling, you’re forty years old!”
“And not getting any younger, right?”
Lori heard a sigh of exasperation. “Never mind,” Anna said. “It’s impossible to talk to you about this. Now then, do you have any idea how long it’s been since you’ve come to see your mother and myself?”
Lori experienced a pang of guilt, not an unusual reaction when she was speaking to her grandmother. “I’m sorry, but this is such a busy time of year for me and…”
“If you were married, you wouldn’t have to work.”
“That’s not necessarily true. I know plenty of married women who work.”
“All your mother and I want is for you to meet a nice boy and settle down.”
“What would a nice boy want with a forty-year-old woman?”
Anna sighed again. “You’ll be here for Thanksgiving, won’t you?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it.”
“Then I’m writing it down on my calendar. There! It’s done.”
Lori smiled. When her grandmother wrote something on her calendar, it was as though it had been etched in stone. Suddenly she caught a glimpse of the clock on her desk. “Grandma, I’m awfully sorry, but I’ve got to run. I have to go to the bank and Carolyn wants to go with me. I haven’t even showered yet, and I hate to keep her waiting.”
“Oh, of course, of course. Then we’ll definitely see you a week from Thursday?”
“Definitely.”
“And, Lori darling, if you should meet someone between now and then, please feel free to bring him along.”
“All right, Grandma, but don’t count on an extra plate, okay?”
“All right. You take care of yourself.”
“You, too. Bye, I love you.”
“I love you, too, darling. Goodbye.”
Hanging up, Lori sprinted for the bathroom, smiling and shaking her head. Sometimes it seemed as though her divorce had been more traumatic for Anna than it had been for her.
Little did her grandmother know that she didn’t regret the absence of a man in Lori’s life nearly as much as Lori herself did.