Diane R. Jewkes

by The Heart You Own

  The Heart You Own

  By Diane R. Jewkes

  Avon, Massachusetts

  This edition published by

  Crimson Romance

  an imprint of F+W Media, Inc.

  10151 Carver Road, Suite 200

  Blue Ash, Ohio 45242

  www.crimsonromance.com

  Copyright © 2012 by Diane R. Jewkes

  ISBN 10: 1-4405-4614-2

  ISBN 13: 978-1-4405-4614-3

  eISBN 10: 1-4405-4615-0

  eISBN 13: 978-1-4405-4615-0

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, corporations, institutions, organizations, events, or locales in this novel are either the product of the author’s imagination or, if real, used fictitiously. The resemblance of any character to actual persons (living or dead) is entirely coincidental.

  Cover art © 123rf.com/Andrey Kiselev, Hilma Anderson

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Epilogue

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  Chapter 1

  New Mexico Territory, 1895

  “Why should we sell part ownership of the ranch?” Kara demanded, ready for a battle. “We’ve done fine. The cattle herds are growing and haven’t the markets been strong? Why sell now?”

  “Sweetheart, you don’t need to concern yourself with business decisions. Why don’t you go help with the cattle?” her father said, waving a dismissive hand as he looked down at the papers on his large, oak desk.

  She gasped in surprise, stung by his rebuke, unable to believe her ears. “Don’t you dare dismiss me like one of the ranch hands!” She slammed her fist on the desk.

  Case Jonston looked up sharply, then leaned back in his leather chair. “Don’t take that tone with me, young lady,” he said, his voice hard as flint. “This show of disrespect won’t be tolerated.”

  “Papa? Are you listening to me? Why do we have to bring this Englishman into our business? How do you know he isn’t going to try to buy you out — take over the ranch? Then where would we be? I’ve read dozens of stories in the newspapers back east about farmers and ranchers being swindled out of everything by these ‘helpful’ investors, charlatans posing as wealthy Europeans or even nobility. What if — ”

  “Look, honey,” said her father, his voice low and even. “I needed cash to keep the ranch running. The beef prices haven’t been what I would have liked. Selling a partnership made sense. This opportunity came while you were at school in Virginia.”

  “This has been going on for that long?” Her voice crept higher. “I’ve been back from finishing school for two months, and you couldn’t find some way to tell me?” She sat with a thud in the leather chair in front of her father’s desk, unable to catch her breath.

  “Why … why didn’t you write and tell me? Why didn’t you take me out of Mrs. Wentworth’s School? The money would have been better served here on the ranch instead of trying to teach me how to be a proper lady.”

  Her father got to his feet and walked around the desk to pull her into his arms. She could hear the deep rumble in his chest and feel the warm comfort of his big body as he wrapped his arms around her.

  “Oh, Little Bit,” he chuckled. “I know you hated school and would have used any excuse to come home, so I didn’t tell you. The money from your school wouldn’t have helped, and it was your mother’s wish for you to finish.”

  Pulling gently from her father’s embrace, she looked up into his eyes.

  “How bad is it? Please, don’t keep any more secrets from me, Papa. Not knowing is worse than the honest truth.”

  “Well, with the cash coming from Lord Stoneham, we’ll be able to expand the herd, improve the outbuildings, and pay the railroad to ship this year’s stock to market in Chicago.”

  “I didn’t realize.” Kara shook her head sadly. “I’m sorry. But why does the Englishman have to come here? Can’t he just send the money and leave us alone? And how do you know he’s honest, and he’s not going to steal everything?”

  “Lord Stoneham is Scottish, not English; they do make a distinction,” Case replied. “He is not interested in just sending money, and you know I wouldn’t become partners with a man who took no interest in where his money is going. Besides, in my correspondence with him, Stoneham has given several good suggestions. When he arrives within the week, he’s not only bringing his wealth and education, he’s bringing Angus bulls and cows to cross with our longhorns.”

  “Within the week!” she yelped, caught off-guard again. “Why did you wait so long to tell me? What? Were you just going to surprise me over dinner? ‘Pass the potatoes Kara, and by the way, this is my new partner.’” She began prowling around the study, unable to conceal her agitation. “Or were you hoping I wouldn’t notice strange cattle in the pen and a stranger with a funny accent wandering around.”

  “Kara, listen to me — ”

  “It’s bad enough he’s coming here, but now you tell me he’s already planning on changing things without even seeing our operation.” She huffed in exasperation, “This is just wonderful.”

  “Now, Kara … . ”

  “Why doesn’t he stay in England or Scotland or wherever he’s from, and manage his property there? Who is he? How did you find out about him and his money?” She fired questions at her father so fast he didn’t have a chance to speak.

  She advanced on her father, who backed away, putting his hands in front of him, until he bumped into his chair and plopped down in it.

  “Kara, slow down! Stop yelling at me,” he snapped, finally stopping her tirade. “If you will sit down, I’ll tell you what I know.”

  She sat down, tugging at the front of her shirt.

  “All right,” she nodded tersely, “let’s hear about this savior of the Ladder J Ranch.”

  “First of all,” he said in a calm voice, “I would like you to try to have an open mind about this. You seem prepared to condemn this man, and me, without even meeting him or hearing me out. I would expect more from you. This is not like you.”

  He cut her off as she started to interrupt. “I have the floor, if you don’t mind.” Tapping his fingertips together, Case leveled a stare at her, like he had when she was little and caught her getting into some kind of mischief. “Young lady, I am very disappointed. Don’t you have faith in my ability to do what is best for the ranch and you?”

  She realized she had gone too far, again. All her life she had pushed the limits of his patience, either in word or deed. She twisted the handkerchief in her hands into knots.

  “I’m sorry, Papa.” She looked up, tears swelling in her sapphire eyes. “Really, I didn’t mean to imply you don’t know how to run the ranch. I’m just afraid everything is going to change and this … this man will try to take over everything or worse, he’ll be another shiftless remittance man; all promises and lies, draining us of everything and giving us nothi
ng in return.”

  “Let me tell you about my arrangement with Lord Stoneham,” Case answered softly. “I should have told you this sooner, I am sorry. Little Bit, I didn’t intentionally shut you out, but you must remember you and the ranch are my responsibility, and mine alone.”

  He put up his hand to stop her before she could speak. “Let me talk, please.”

  Leaning forward, he rested his forearms on the desk.

  “First off, you know he’s not a remittance man. Stoneham is the heir of the Marquis of Lochay in Scotland. Stoneham is the title of the first son. His name is Hawke Pryce.”

  “More like a chicken than a hawk, I bet.” She snorted softly.

  “Young lady,” Case tried not to laugh, harrumphed, shrugged his shoulders, and continued. “He studied at the finest universities in Britain, and served in the military in India for several years. His is a very wealthy title, and Stoneham has had to learn the workings of all of its holdings. In addition, he has made a fortune of his own through many shrewd investments and ventures.”

  “That still doesn’t explain why here, why us, and why you don’t think he’ll cheat us.”

  “He heard about the Ladder J from Arthur Cove, over at the Rocking C. Apparently he’s an old family friend. Stoneham wrote me with the proposal to bring fresh bloodlines and capital into the ranch. In return, he wants to spend time out here and try some theories he has about ranching.”

  “Oh, I see now.” Annoyance flashed through her. “This is some old gentleman whose father has yet to die. He needs to find something to relieve his boredom, and we are some experiment he wants to try. It doesn’t sound much different from Lord Peavey to me.”

  The only person of noble birth she had ever seen spent his days and nights in one of the local saloons. It was rumored scandal drove him out of Britain and his family sent him money to keep him away. In her mind, British “gentlemen” were probably worthless wastrels who considered themselves too good to be bothered by the common rabble. “No, Kara,” Case replied, “Stoneham is not an old gentleman. He is not yet thirty and boredom seems to be the least of his worries.” He leaned back in his chair. “He has written me of the problems he’s seeing with the land in Britain and Scotland and is trying to learn new methods to correct them to make the land rich again.”

  “All right,” she put her hands up in defeat. “All right. I’ll try to reserve judgment until I meet this man and see for myself what he is really all about.” She leaned her hands on the desk. “Right now, I’m going to go help bring in the cows and calves.”

  Chapter 2

  Kara was up early. At the bottom of the stairs, she saw her father reading a telegram.

  “Is it bad news?” Stopping beside her father, she raised up on her toes to read the message over his shoulder.

  “No, sweetheart,” Case turned, dropping an affectionate kiss on the top of her head. “A message from Lord Stoneham. He and a companion are expecting to arrive in Socorro tomorrow.”

  “So soon?” She chewed her lower lip thoughtfully. She knew it was going to be awful. With all his money and his title he would be arrogant and try to change her ranch. And just because he knew Mr. Cove it didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to take over the ranch. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not if she had anything to say about it.

  Case tapped the message with his finger. “We’ll have a barbecue to welcome him. Joe and a few of the men will leave today to meet them at the station. We need to send riders with invitations to some of the neighbors and into town.”

  “Sure he won’t find it too provincial?” Kara snipped. “He’s probably used to fine china, silver, and lots of servants to wipe his mouth for him.”

  Case glared at her. “I had thought you were going to reserve judgment.”

  “I’m sorry.” She reached out to grab her father’s hand and reassure him. “I guess I’m worried, and you know me.” Tilting her head, she gazed at her father, trying to look harmless as a lamb. “I get peevish when I’m worried or scared. I didn’t mean it. I’ll give Lord Stoneham a chance.”

  Until he proves me wrong.

  He smiled at her indulgently. She knew when she tried so obviously to manipulate him, he couldn’t stay angry.

  “Would you talk to Consuelo about the arrangements?”

  Nodding, she started to leave.

  “And … ” said Case, glaring at her outfit of denim pants and one of his shirts. “Please wear a pretty dress for the party. We wouldn’t want everyone to think you were my son … would we?” Turning back, Kara crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

  “Next thing I know, you’ll want me to put on a split skirt.” She remembered the first time she had put on the mannish clothing, and he had ordered her back to her room to change into a more ladylike split skirt. The split riding skirt had not been practical. Kara had protested, but tried to work in the heavy garment to please him.

  He gave in and let her dress in the pants after the heavy skirts had caught in the brush, and she was almost pulled from her horse. He had tried to discourage her from working, told her it wasn’t necessary, but she always said it made her feel useful.

  • • •

  After stopping to speak to Consuelo, Kara left the house, promptly putting all thoughts of Lord Stoneham and his impending arrival from her mind. Walking down the porch steps, she greeted Bob, one of the ranch hands. He had come west after the War Between the States, seeking the freedom a black man could not find in the south.

  “Mawnin’ Miz Kara.” Bob tipped his hat. “There sure is a lot of work for us this day. We’re going to be jumpin’ like fleas on a hot griddle!”

  “You’re surely right. If anyone needs me, I’m off to help bring the cows and calves in from the north pasture so we can brand and catalog them.”

  White teeth split his dark face in a broad grin. “I recon’ you’ll get on just fine. Consuelo will have your hide though, if’n you forget to take your midday meal.” He handed her saddlebags bursting with food and a canteen of water. “She thinks you need to be putting some meat on them bones. So don’t be coming back lessen you eat every bite in those bags.”

  She took the bags. Consuelo was not only the family cook and housekeeper, but Bob’s wife. The small round Mexican woman kept everyone on the ranch toeing the line, especially Bob.

  “I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble. I’ll eat every bit.” She laughed at the exaggerated wink he gave her. Looking up, she saw a strange cowboy watching her as he walked across the yard towards the barn. The young man stared so hard, he didn’t notice the fence post until he smacked right into it.

  The cowhand blushed furiously at the sound of the other cowhands’ laughter, shook his shoulders, pulled his hat low over his brow and hurried into the barn.

  “Your mannish getup did it again, Miz Kara. Poor Jeb. Guess no one warned him ’bout your clothes.”

  It had become a long-standing joke among the older hands not to tell the new hires about her unusual work clothes, so they all got a good laugh at the expense of the unsuspecting cowhand.

  “I swear,” she huffed, looking around at the cowhands who were still chuckling. “You’d think men would stop acting so stupid. It’s not as if I’m running around in a hurdy-gurdy girl’s outfit. I’m covered from head to toe. Men can be so silly sometimes.”

  “Miz Kara! Where’d you be knowin’ what hurdy-gurdy girls wear?” Bob’s eyes were wide with surprise.

  “Oh, Bob,” she replied. “The world is changing. I’ve seen photographs in the newspapers in Virginia. Why, I’ve even been to rallies for women’s rights.” She saw the shock on his face. “Women should be allowed to vote and decide how to live their own lives, and even be allowed to go into a place where those women work.” Seeing his eyes narrow, she added quickly, “Not that I’ve ever been in one of those places … . I’m off to ge
t Gally.”

  Looking back at Bob’s frowning face, she headed for the barn. “And don’t worry; I won’t forget to eat everything in my saddlebags.”

  Entering the barn, she headed for the end stall. She had always loved stories of King Arthur and his knights as a young girl, and named her horse Galahad after her favorite character.

  “Excuse me, miss.”

  She looked around, startled by the voice. “Who’s there?” she asked, staring into the gloom of the barn, unable to see.

  The young man who had run into the fence post stepped forward. Holding a battered cowboy hat in his hand, he didn’t look to be much older than her. Rail thin with light brown hair and dark brown eyes. He stared at her intently, like a snake staring down a rabbit. It made her nerves jangle.

  “Hello, I’m Kara Jonston.” Unwilling to let herself feel intimidated, she took a step forward and held out her hand to the young man. “I understand you’ve just started. I hope you enjoy working here.”

  The young man looked down at her outstretched hand and back up at her face without any expression. She noticed a tic at the corner of one eye, and the way he wiped his palm on his dusty pants.

  “My name’s Jeb Black, miss.” His unblinking stare raked her body. “No one told me about you.” He stepped forward suddenly, causing her to take an involuntary step back, bumping into the stall door. His intense stare and slightly leering voice made her tense up.

  “All they said was old man Jonston’s daughter worked hard as any hand. I sure thought you’d probably look like one, too.” His eyes raked over her body again, causing a shiver of revulsion to run down her spine.

  Seeing him start to reach a hand towards her face, she instinctively jerked her head back.

  “Yer sure beautiful, with your fine skin and — ”

  “Mr. Black!” Kara said sharply, her voice stopping his hand in midair. She continued, hoping her voice wouldn’t betray her fear. “What do you think you are doing? Not only do I not know who you are, but I am, as you said, old man Jonston’s daughter.” Her anger began overcoming her fear; her voice icy, backing down the rude young man in front of her.