Eb met him at the front door, more relaxed than Cy had seen him in years.
"How's it going?" he asked the newly married man.
Eb grinned. "Funny how nice a ball and chain can feel," was all he said, but his eyes were twinkling with delight. "How's it going on your end?"
"Let's go inside," Cy said. "I've found out a few things."
Eb took him into the kitchen and poured coffee into mugs. "Sally's teaching. I don't usually do more than grab a sandwich for lunch..."
Cy held up a hand. "I haven't got time, thanks. Listen, they've got the beehives on site around that new warehouse on the land adjoining mine. There's a lot more activity there, panel trucks coming and going and deliveries after dark. I've spotted a number of unfamiliar faces. They don't look like beekeepers to me. Besides," he added curtly, "I saw a couple of Uzis."
"Automatic weapons at a honey plant," Eb murmured thoughtfully. "They must have armed, militant bees." He grinned at his own whimsy. "I'd hoped that Lopez might hesitate after his failed attempt on Sally's family." Sally, along with her aunt Jessica and Jessica's young son, Stevie, were targeted for vengeance by the drug lord. Luckily Lopez hadn't succeeded in his mission.
"We knew that Lopez had mentioned to one of his slimy followers that he needed a new distribution center. What better place than a little Texas town not far from the Gulf of Mexico, with no federal officers around?"
"He knows we're around," Cy pointed out.
"He only knows about me," came the reply. "Nobody locally knows about you. And he thinks I won't do anything because he's backed away from harming Sally's family. He figures the two guys who are taking the fall for him will keep the wolves from his door."
"I don't like it."
"Neither do I, but unless we can prove he's channeling drugs instead of honey through here, we can't do anything. Not anything legal," he added slowly.
"I'm not going up against Uncle Sam," Cy said firmly. "This isn't the old days. I don't fancy being an expatriated American."
Eb sighed. "We're older."
"Older and less reckless. Let Micah Steele go after him. He lives in Nassau and has connections everywhere. He wouldn't be afraid of getting kicked out of the States. He doesn't spend much time here anyway."
"His stepsister and his father live here," Eb pointed out. "He isn't going to want to put them in harm's way."
"From what I hear, his father hates him and his stepsister would walk blocks out of her way to avoid even passing him on the street," Cy said curtly. "Do you think he still cares about them?"
"Yes, I do. He came back with the express purpose of seeing his father and mending fences, but the old man refused to see him. It hurts him that his father won't even speak to him. And I've seen the way he looks at Callie, even if you haven't."
"Then why does he live in Nassau?"
Eb glanced around warily. "He's over here doing a job for me, so watch what you say," he cautioned. "I don't want him on the wrong side of me."
Cy leaned back in his chair and sipped coffee. "I suppose we all have our crosses to bear." He narrowed one eye at his oldest friend. “Do you think Lopez will make a try for Lisa?"
"It's possible," he said flatly. "Down in Mexico, a 'mule' crossed him. He killed the man's whole family except for one small child."
"That's what I thought. I sent Nels Coleman over to her ranch to stay nights in the bunkhouse. He used to work for the Treasury Department back in the late seventies."
"I know him. He's a good man."
"Yes, but not in Lopez's class. Your guys are."
Ebenezer nodded. "I have to have good people. The government and I are more than nodding acquaintances, and I run a high-tech operation here. I can't afford to let my guard down, especially now that I've got Sally to think of."
"It's been a long time since I've had to consider a woman," Cy replied, his green eyes quiet and thoughtful.
"Lisa Monroe is sweet," Ebenezer said. "She'll love that child to death."
"She's like that," Cy agreed, smiling. "I wish she wasn't so bullheaded. I went by to see her this morning and found her out in the barn, trying to pull a calf all by herself with her bare hands."
Ebenezer chuckled. "I won't turn your hair white by mentioning some of her other exploits, before she got pregnant."
"This isn't the first time she's done something outlandish?"
"Let's see." Ebenezer pursed his lips, recalling gossip. "There was the time she stood in the path of a bulldozer that was about to take down the huge live oak in the square that a peace treaty with the Comanche was signed under.
Then she chained herself to a cage in the humane society when they were going to put down half a dozen dogs without licenses." He glanced at Cy. "The Tremayne brothers suddenly developed dog fever and between them, they adopted all six. Then there was the time she picketed the new chain restaurant because they refused to hire immigrants..."
"I get the idea," Cy murmured dryly.
"We were all surprised when she married Walt. He was a real man's man, but his job was like a religion to him. He didn't want anything to tie him down so that he couldn't advance in the agency. If he'd lived, that baby would have broken up the marriage for sure. Walt said often enough that he wasn't sure he ever wanted children." He shook his head. "He wasn't much of a husband to her, at that. Most of us felt that he married her on the rebound from that model who dropped him. He felt sorry for Lisa when her dad died and she was left all alone. Even after the wedding, he flirted with every pretty woman he saw. Lisa went all quiet and stopped staying home when he was around. He wasn't around much of that two months they were together, either. He volunteered for the undercover assignment the day they married. That shocked all of us, especially Lisa, and he got killed the same day he was introduced to Lopez."
"They knew who he was," Cy guessed.
"Exactly. And it was Walt's first undercover assignment, to boot. The only reason Rodrigo hasn't been discovered infiltrating Lopez's distribution network is that he's still a Mexican national and he has at least one cousin who's been with Lopez for years. The cousin would never sell him out."
"Lucky man," Cy remarked. "I hope we don't get him killed."
"So do I," Eb said with genuine concern. "Rodrigo's been in the business for a lot of years and he's the best undercover man I know. If anybody can help us put Lopez away for good, it's him. But meanwhile, we have to keep Lisa safe."
Cy went thoughtful. "She's a kind soul."
"Kind and naive," Eb replied. "People take advantage of her. That baby will wrap her right around its finger when it's born."
"I love kids," Cy said. "I miss mine."
"Lisa will love hers," came the quiet reply. "She'll need a friend, and not only because of Lopez. She can't run that ranch by herself. Walt was good with horses, and the men respected him. Lisa can't keep managing those two cowboys who work part-time for her, and she can't get a foreman because she hasn't enough capital to pay the going rate. Besides all that, she doesn't know beans about buying and selling cattle."
"Didn't her father teach her?"
"Not him," Ebenezer chuckled. "He didn't think women were smart enough to handle such things. He ran the ranch until the day he died. She was kept right out of it until then. Walt proposed to her at her father's funeral and married her shortly after."
"She loved her father, I gather."
"Of course she did, and he loved her. But he was a nineteenth-century man. He would have fit right in after the Civil War." He shook his head. "That ranch isn't solvent. Lisa's going to lose it eventually. She needs to go ahead and put it on the market and get the best price she can."
"I might see if she'll sell to me. I could rent her the house and have my own men work the ranch."
Ebenezer grinned. "Now, that's constructive thinking." He leaned forward, emptying his coffee cup. "As for those so-called beehives, I think we'd better send somebody over to have a quiet look after dark and see if there are really any bees in them."
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"Good idea. Then we can start making plans if it looks like Lopez is sending drugs through here." Cy got to his feet. "Thanks for the coffee."
"Anytime. Watch your back."
Cy smiled. "I always do. See you."
When Cy got home, Harley was out in the front yard having an animated conversation with a foreigner in an expensive pickup truck. He turned as Cy drove up in front of the house. He cut off the engine and eyed the newcomer's vehicle with knowing eyes. Here was an opportunity not only to meet one of Lopez's executives, but to throw them off the track about him as well.
"Hey, boss, this is Rico Montoya," he said with a grin. "He's our new neighbor with the honey export business. He just dropped by to say hello."
Sure he did, Cy thought, but he didn't reply. He got out of the utility vehicle slowly and deliberately favored his left arm as he moved to the pickup truck.
"Glad to meet you, Mr. Montoya," Cy said with a carefully neutral expression. "My men noticed the warehouse going up." He tried to look worried. "I don't really like bees close to my purebred Santa Gerts," he said without preamble. "I hope you're going to make sure there aren't any problems."
The man's eyebrows rose, surprised at Cy's lack of antagonism. Surely the rancher knew who he was and whose orders he was following. Or did he? His dark eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Parks was holding his crippled left arm in his right and he had the look of someone who'd seen one tragedy too many. Lopez had been worried about interference from this rancher, but Montoya was certain there wouldn't be any. This wasn't an adversary to worry about. This was a defeated man, despite his past. He relaxed and smiled at Cy. "You're very straightforward," he said with only a trace of an accent. He was wearing a silk suit and his thick hair was not only cut, but styled. There was a slight bulge under his jacket. "You have nothing to fear from our enterprise," he assured Cy. "We will be meticulous about our operation. Your cattle will be in no danger. I give you my word."
Cy stared quietly at the other man and nodded, as if convinced. Near him, Harley was gaping at the lack of antagonism that Mr. Parks showed to most visitors. It wasn't like him to favor that burned arm, either.
"I am very pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Parks," Montoya said with a grin. "I hope that we will be good neighbors."
"Thank you for taking the time to stop by and introduce yourself," Cy said with a noticeable lack of animation. He got a firmer grip on his injured arm. "We don't get many visitors."
"It was my pleasure. Good day, Senor." Montoya smiled again, this time with faint contempt, and pulled his truck out of the driveway. Cy watched him go, arrow-straight, his mouth making a firm line in his lean, taut face.
"Mr. Parks, you are the oddest man I know," Harley said, shaking his head. "You weren't yourself at all."
Cy turned to him. "Who do you think that was?"
"Why, our new neighbor," Harley said carelessly. "Nice of him to come over and say howdy," he added with a scowl. "Your arm bothering you?"
"Not in the least," Cy said, both hands on his lean hips as he studied the younger man. “What did you notice about our new hardworking neighbor?''
The question surprised Harley. "Well, he was Latin. He had a bit of an accent. And he was real pleasant..."
"He was wearing a silk suit and a Rolex watch," he said flatly. "The truck he was driving is next year's model, custom. He was wearing boots that cost more than my new yearling bull. And you think he makes that kind of money selling honey, do you?"
Harley's eyes widened. Once in a while, his boss threw him a curve. This was a damned big curve. He frowned. How had Cy noticed so much about a man he only saw for a minute or two when Harley, a trained commando he reminded himself, hadn't?
"That was one of Lopez's executives," Cy told the younger man flatly, nodding at his wide-eyed realization. "I want you to go work cattle over near that warehouse and take a pair of binoculars with you," Cy told his foreman. "Don't be obvious, but see who comes and goes for a few days."
"Sir?"
"You told Eb you wanted to help keep an eye on Lopez's operation. Here's your chance."
"Oh, I see, Mr. Scott told you to send me out there." Harley grinned from ear to ear. "Sure. I'll be glad to do it!"
"Just make sure you aren't caught spying," Cy told him flatly. "These people are killers. They won't hesitate if they think they're being watched deliberately."
"I can handle myself," Harley said with faint mockery.
"Yes, I know, you're professionally trained," Cy drawled.
The tone made Harley feel uncertain. But he put it down to jealousy and grinned. "I know how to watch people without getting noticed," he assured his boss. "Does Mr. Scott want tag numbers as well as descriptions of the people?"
"Yes, and pay attention to the trucks that come in."
"Okay."
Cy wanted to add more to those instructions, but he didn't want Harley to know everything. "Be sure you keep your mouth shut about this," he told Harley. "Eb won't like it if he thinks you're gossiping."
"I wouldn't want him mad at me!" Harley chuckled. “I’ll keep quiet."
"See that you do."
Cy walked back to the house with a quick, sharp stride that reflected his anger. He'd just met a new link in Lopez's chain, probably one of his divisional managers. It would work to his advantage that he had just convinced the drug lord's associate that he was a crippled rancher with no interest in the bees except where his cattle were concerned.
Lopez thought he had it made with his "honey business" as a blind, here in little Jacobsville. But Cy was going to put a stick in his spokes, and the sooner, the better.
Three
Harley drove the little red car with its new water pump back to Lisa Monroe early the next morning, with Cy following in his big utility vehicle.
Lisa was overjoyed at the way the engine sounded as Harley pulled up at the front porch and reved it before he turned it off.
"It hasn't ever sounded that good before!" she enthused. “Thank you, Harley!"
"You're very welcome, ma'am," he said, making her a mock bow with his hat held against his chest. "But I didn't fix it. I'm just delivering it."
She laughed and Cy glowered. She and Harley were close in age, or he missed his bet. The man, despite his bravado, was honest and hardworking and basically kind. Cy wondered how old Lisa was. Well, at least she was young enough to find Harley's company stimulating—probably much more stimulating than the company of an aging mercenary who was half-crippled and cynical....
"Won't you both come in for a cup of coffee?" she invited.
"I will," Cy told her. "Harley, go take a look around and see what needs doing. Then find Lisa's part-time help and get them on it."
"My pleasure, Mr. Parks," he said with a wicked grin and turned to follow the tersely given instructions.
Lisa gave Cy a speaking look.
"Go ahead," he invited. "Tell me that chores are getting done by people other than you. Tell me that the south pasture is being hayed before the predicted rains day after tomorrow. Tell me," he added mockingly, "that you've got your new calf crop vaccinated and tagged."
She got redder by the minute. She didn't want to tell him that she couldn't get the men to take her suggestions seriously. They were throwbacks to another age, most of them were twice her age, and the madder she got, the more indulgent they became. Once they threatened to quit, they had her over a barrel and she gave up. Hands were thin on the ground this time of year. She could barely afford to pay her employees as it was.
"Harley will get them moving," he told her.
Her lips compressed and her eyes sparked. She looked outraged.
"I know," he said helpfully. "It's a new age. Men and women are equals. You pay their wages and that means they need to do what you say."
She made a gesture of agreement, still without speaking.
"But if you want people to obey, you have to speak in firm tones and tell them who's the boss. And it helps," he added darkl
y, "if you hire people who aren't still living in the last ice age!"
"They were all I could find to work part-time," she muttered.
"Did you go over to the labor office and see who was available?" he asked.
The suggestion hadn't occurred to her. Probably she'd have found young, able-bodied help there. She could have kicked herself for being so blind.
"No," she confessed.
He smiled, and that wasn't a superior smile, either. "You aren't aggressive enough."
"I beg your pardon?"
"If you're going to hire that type of man, you have to have the whip hand. I'll teach you."
"If that means I'll end up being a local legend like you, I'm not sure I want to learn it," she replied with a twinkle in her dark eyes.
"Old lady Monroe," he recited, chuckling, "carries a shotgun and emasculates men in the barn."
She flushed. "Stop that."
"Isn't that a nicer image than sweet little Lisa who hasn't got the heart to fire a man just because he lies in wait in her bed dead drunk and stinking?''
"Cy!"
He grinned as she curled one hand into a fist. "Much
better," he said. "Now hold that thought when you speak
to your lazy hands next time. In fact, don't smile at them
ever again. Be decisive when you speak, and don't ask, tell.
You'll get better results."
She had to admit, she wasn't getting any results at all the way she was. On the other hand, she was still young, and feeling her way through leadership. She wasn't really a drill sergeant type, she had to admit, and the ranch was suffering because of it.
"I don't suppose you'd like a ranch?" she asked whimsically, and was startled when he replied immediately that he would.
"Oh." She stared at him, poleaxed.
"I'll give you the going market price. We'll get two appraisals and I'll match the highest one. You can rent the house from me and I'll manage the cattle. And the cowboys," he added wryly.
"It's not in very good shape," she said honestly, and pushed her glasses back up onto her nose.
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