Buffalo Valley

by Debbie Macomber

  Hassie smiled her appreciation. “Nonsense, but it’s very kind of you to say so.”

  Barbara glanced around the room. “Being here brings back so many memories,” she said. The house, this room, was exactly as she remembered. She suspected that even after all these years, Vaughn’s bedroom was virtually untouched. She remembered the high-school banner he had pinned to the wall and the bedroom set, old-fashioned even then. Valerie’s old room was probably the same as it had been, as well, just like the rest of this house.

  Hassie didn’t comment, and Barbara sensed that the older woman had hung on to the past as much as she could and found comfort in what was familiar. Hassie’s strength was considerable, but her loss had been too great. Losses, Barbara recalled. Jerry had died not long afterward, and Valerie had moved to Hawaii.

  “Do you like living in Grand Forks?” Hassie asked, turning away from reminders of grief.

  “Very much. My parents leased out the house when they moved to Arizona. Rick and I always intended to move here one day, and I’m really happy we did. This will be our first Christmas in North Dakota since Vaughn was five or six.”

  “With family again.”

  “Actually, there’ll only be Rick, Vaughn and me. All my family has moved away, and Gloria, our daughter, lives in Dallas.”

  “Have Christmas here with me,” Hassie urged, and then as if she regretted the impulse, she shook her head. “No, please forget I asked. I’m sorry to impose. It’s just the rambling of an old woman.”

  “Hassie, if you’re serious, we’d love nothing better than to spend the day with you.”

  Hassie’s eyes shone. “You mean you’d actually consider coming?”

  “We’d be honored. I know Rick would love to see you again. He wanted to join me today, but he was already committed to something else—some volunteer work he’s doing.”

  “You’re sure about Christmas?”

  “Very sure,” Barbara insisted. “But I can’t allow you to do all the cooking.”

  “Oh,” Hassie said, “it’s no problem. I’d enjoy preparing my favorite recipes.”

  “We’ll share the meal preparation, then,” Barbara compromised, and Hassie aggreed.

  “We’ll be having Christmas dinner,” Barbara murmured, “with a dear, dear friend.”

  “I can’t think of anything I’d enjoy more.”

  Barbara couldn’t, either.

  Chapter 5

  Carrie found Leta tending Knight’s Pharmacy when she arrived after saying goodbye to Vaughn and his mother.

  “Thanks for filling in for me,” she said, hurrying to the back of the store. She stored her coat and purse and pulled on her white jacket.

  “I don’t mind staying,” Leta told her. “In fact, Hassie asked me if I would. She thought you and Vaughn might like a few hours together.” Leta wiped down the counter, and Carrie noticed how the other woman’s eyes managed to evade hers.

  “Aren’t you two being just a little obvious?” she teased.

  “Perhaps,” Leta said, “but we both think it’s high time you got into circulation again.”

  “Like a library book?” Carrie said with a grin. “I’ve been on the shelf too long?”

  “Laugh if you want, but it’s true. You’ve been avoiding a social life. That’s not good for a woman of your age.”

  Carrie was about to explain that, while she appreciated their efforts, she’d already spent time with Vaughn. Before she could, though, the bell above the door chimed, and Lindsay Sinclair and her two daughters stepped into the warmth of the pharmacy.

  “Grandma.” Four-year-old Joy ran toward Leta, who scooped the girl up in her arms for an enthusiastic hug.

  “I’ve had the most incredible morning,” Lindsay announced.

  “Value-X?” Carrie asked.

  Lindsay nodded. “The spokeswoman actually phoned me back.”

  “She called you?” Leta asked, voice incredulous, as she set Joy back on the floor.

  “Yes, and for some reason, she seemed to view me as a contact who represented the community. That’s fine, since everyone in town shares my opinion.” Lindsay removed her hat and shook out her hair. “She wanted me to understand that Value-X intends to be a good neighbor, quote, unquote.”

  “Yeah, right!” Carrie muttered sarcastically.

  “I’ll just bet,” Leta added. “They assume we’re nothing but a bunch of dumb hicks.”

  “To be fair,” Lindsay said, glancing between the other two women, “we don’t know what they think of us—not that we have any interest in their opinion. But we are fully capable of mounting a campaign to keep them out.”

  “I was thinking the same thing,” Carrie said.

  “Organization is the key,” Leta put in.

  “You’ll be at the Cookie Exchange tonight, won’t you?” Lindsay asked Carrie. “I know Leta will.” She smiled at her mother-in-law. “I thought that would be the best time to get all the women together. We can talk then.”

  “Good idea. Mom and I will be there for sure.” The women’s group at the church held the cookie exchange every Christmas. Joyce Dawson, the pastor’s wife, had been instrumental in organizing the event, and every woman in town and the surrounding community could be counted on to attend.

  “Value-X won’t know what hit them,” Leta said happily.

  The bell chimed a second time, and Vaughn entered the store. For a moment, he seemed startled to see the three women, but then his gaze sought out Carrie’s. “Should I come back later?”

  “Not at all,” Leta said. “There’s no need for Carrie to work today. I’ve got everything covered.”

  Carrie was grateful for what her friends were trying to do, but she did have responsibilities. Leta seemed to read her thoughts. “If any prescriptions get phoned in, I’ll find you,” she promised. “I’ll leave a message with your mom.”

  “Ever hear the expression about not looking a gift horse in the mouth?” Lindsay whispered.

  “Well, it appears I’m not wanted or needed around here,” Carrie said before Leta and Hassie’s intentions became any plainer than they already were. She walked past Lindsay, who winked at her. After collecting her coat and purse, Carrie left with Vaughn.

  “Where would you like to go?” he asked as soon as they were outside.

  She hadn’t had lunch yet and suspected Vaughn hadn’t, either. “I know we had Italian yesterday, but I love pizza.”

  “Me, too.”

  “Buffalo Valley has some of the best homemade pizza you’ll ever eat.”

  He lifted his eyebrows. “Sounds good to me.”

  They started down the street, their pace relaxed. Snow had just begun to fall, drifting earthward in large, soft flakes. Christmas-card snow, Carrie thought. As they walked, she told him the story about Rachel’s pizza, and how it had led to her restaurant and subsequent success.

  “You mean she makes the sauce herself?”

  Carrie nodded. “I worked for Rachel one summer and I watched her make a batch. She starts with fresh tomatoes straight from her garden. It’s amazingly good. I think she could sell her recipe, but of course, she doesn’t want to.”

  A pickup approached and slowed as it came alongside Vaughn and Carrie. Glancing over her shoulder, Carrie saw her two older brothers, Tom and Pete. She tried to ignore them, but that was impossible.

  “Hey, Carrie,” Tom called, leaning his elbow out the open passenger window.

  She acknowledged his greeting with a short wave, hoping he’d simply move on. Not that this was likely. Apparently Chuck and Ken had mentioned Vaughn, and now they, too, were looking for an introduction.

  “Don’t you want us to meet your friend?”

  “Not right now,” she called back, and sent Vaughn an apologetic glance. Because she was the only girl, all four of her brothers were protective of her, even more so after her divorce.

  “You ashamed of your family?” This came from Pete, who was driving.

  Carrie sighed, praying that her
brothers wouldn’t say or do anything to further embarrass her. Pete parked the truck and both men climbed out, slamming their doors extra hard. Both wore thick winter coats and wool caps with the earflaps dangling. They were large men and did their best to appear intimidating.

  She made the introductions, gesturing weakly toward her brothers. Vaughn stepped forward and shook hands with both of them.

  “Nice to finally meet you,” Tom said, resting his foot on the truck’s bumper. “Now I’d like to know what your intentions are toward my sister.”

  “Tom!” Furious, Carrie clenched her fists. “This is none of your business.”

  “The day you stop being my sister is the day I stop caring who you date.”

  “Well…” Vaughn clearly had no idea what to say.

  Her brothers putting him on the spot like this was outrageous. Picking up a handful of snow, Carrie immediately formed a ball and threw it at her oldest brother, hitting him square in the chest. Not waiting for his reaction, Carrie grabbed Vaughn’s arm and shouted, “Run!”

  “You asked for this, Carrie Ann,” Tom shouted as Carrie and Vaughn raced across the street. They had just entered the park when Carrie felt her backside pelted by two snowballs.

  “This is war,” Vaughn yelled when he saw that she’d been hit. He leaned down and packed his own snow, then hurled two balls in quick succession, hitting both Pete and Tom. Her brothers reacted with stunned surprise.

  Laughing and dodging around the play equipment with her brothers in hot pursuit, Carrie had trouble keeping pace with Vaughn. He yelled instructions and pointed toward the back of Hamburger Heaven. The stand was closed for the winter and offered ample protection, but a few moments later, her brothers found them and began to bombard them with a flurry of snowballs. Although most of them hit the side of the building, it was obvious that Vaughn and Carrie couldn’t stay there long.

  “You ready to surrender yet?” Pete demanded.

  “Never,” Vaughn answered for them.

  “This way,” Carrie told him. With the community Christmas tree blocking their movements, she led him across the street. Hidden by a loaded hay truck that passed behind them, Carrie steered him toward her parents’ store.

  “This is what I’d consider enemy territory,” Vaughn whispered as they slipped behind the building and out of view.

  “But it’s the last place they’ll look,” she assured him.

  “Smart thinking.” Vaughn beamed her a delighted smile.

  She smiled back—and realized she hadn’t felt this kind of pure, uninhibited pleasure in…years. Since childhood, probably. When she didn’t break eye contact and started to laugh, he said, “What?”

  She shook her head, not wanting to put into words the joy she felt.

  A sound startled them both, and they froze. Carrie was certain her brothers had found them again, but if it was Pete and Tom, they left without searching farther.

  Relieved, Carrie sighed and slumped against the wall. “I believe we’re safe for the moment. Are you still interested in that pizza?”

  Vaughn nodded, but she saw a strange expression in his eyes as he continued to gaze down at her. Carrie tried to look away and couldn’t. She knew he intended to kiss her, and she shut her eyes as he moved closer. She’d been waiting for this moment, anticipating it. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned into him. He drew off his gloves and then her wool hat and dropped them. Weaving his hands into her hair, he kissed her…and deepened the kiss until they were both breathless. Carrie trembled and buried her face in his shoulder. Neither spoke. As he held her tight, it seemed for those few moments that their hearts beat in unison.

  He kissed her again, his mouth both firm and soft. When he eased away, Carried noticed that his brow had furrowed, and she thought she read doubt in his eyes. Uncertainty. She touched his face, wondering at the confusion she saw in him. “Is anything wrong?” she asked.

  He answered with a quick shake of his head. “Everything is right.”

  And yet he sounded reluctant. She wanted to ask him more, but he moved away from her and peeked around the back wall. “Do you think it’s safe now?” he asked.

  “It should be. Pete and Tom were just having fun with us.”

  “Protective older brothers.”

  “Exactly.”

  “I watched over Gloria, too,” he said. “She’s two years younger than me.”

  “Just imagine that four times over.”

  “I don’t need to,” Vaughn said, ostentatiously brushing evidence of the snow battle from his sleeves.

  They didn’t see Pete or Tom on their way over, so Carrie assumed they’d gone about their business. As she’d told Vaughn, it’d been all in fun and at least her brothers knew when to admit defeat.

  Predictably enough, Vaughn raved about the pizza. In fact, he bought a second one to take home and reheat. When they’d eaten, they returned to Hassie’s, where his mother had just finished her visit. All four of them walked to where Vaughn had parked the car outside Sarah’s quilt store. When they reached it, Hassie and Barbara Kyle hugged for a long moment.

  “Thank you for coming,” Hassie said, dabbing at her eyes.

  Carrie knew it had been an emotional visit for both women.

  “No—thank you for…for being Hassie,” Barbara said, and they hugged again. “I’ll be in touch about Christmas.”

  Vaughn opened the car door for his mother and helped her inside, an old-fashioned courtesy that reminded Carrie of her father and uncles.

  Carrie stood on the sidewalk next to Hassie as Vaughn placed his pizza carefully on the back seat.

  “They’re coming to spend Christmas with me,” Hassie said. “I haven’t looked forward to anything so much in years. It’ll be like when the children were still home.”

  Carrie knew Hassie intended to spend Christmas morning with Bob and Merrily and little Bobby, but she’d turned down invitations from almost everyone in town for dinner. Carrie was relieved that Hassie wouldn’t spend the afternoon alone—and she envied her Vaughn’s company.

  He climbed into the car beside his mother and started the engine. Before he backed out of the parking space, his eyes met Carrie’s. She raised her hand and he returned the gesture. She felt as if her heart was reaching out to him…and his to her.

  Chapter 6

  Hassie had been looking forward to this night. The Dawsons had moved to Buffalo Valley four years earlier; at that time the only church in town had been Catholic and was closed after Father McGrath’s retirement. Then Reverend John Dawson and his wife had arrived.

  What a blessing the couple had turned out to be! Joyce knew instinctively what to say to make people feel welcome. John’s sermons were inspiring, and his advice was both sensitive and practical.

  Her first Christmas in Buffalo Valley, Joyce had organized the Cookie Exchange, which had become a yearly event.

  Hassie had baked oatmeal-cranberry cookies early that morning and set out a plate for her visit with Barbara. Both had gotten so involved in their conversation that they hadn’t tasted a single one. Hassie shook her head, smiling. It was as though all those years of not seeing each other had simply vanished after their initial awkwardness had passed. The visit had gone by far too quickly; Barbara had to leave long before Hassie was ready. What amazed Hassie was that she’d found herself saying things she hadn’t even realized she felt.

  Her daughter’s decision to live in Hawaii was one example. She’d never understood what had prompted Valerie’s choice. Yes, there’d been a job offer, but Valerie had pursued that job. The fact was, she’d wanted to get as far away from North Dakota as she possibly could. Hassie understood this for the very first time.

  When Barbara had inquired about Valerie, Hassie explained that her daughter had chosen to remove herself from the pain of losing her only brother and then her father. Never before had Hassie consciously acknowledged that. Yet the moment she said the words, she knew they were true.

  Later that evening when H
assie got to the church for the Cookie Exchange, the place was blazing with light. Although she was twenty minutes early, the parking lot was already half-full. The first person she saw once she’d set her platter of cookies on the table was Calla Stern. Sarah’s once-rebellious daughter had become a lovely young woman. She was in her junior year of college now, if Hassie recalled correctly, and there was talk of her applying for admission to law school. She attended the University of Chicago and shared an apartment nearby, but at heart Calla remained a small-town girl.

  As soon as Calla saw Hassie, she broke off her conversation and hurried across the room, arms outstretched.

  “When did you get home?” Hassie asked, hugging her close.

  “This afternoon. Oh, Hassie, I just heard about Value-X. What are we going to do?”

  “I don’t know, Calla, and this might shock you all, but I’ve decided I’m too old to fight them.”

  Calla frowned.

  “That’s what Leta told us.”

  “We can’t stand in the way of progress.” If progress it is. Change, anyway. Perhaps if Hassie repeated that often enough, she might come to accept it. This wasn’t what she wanted, but as she’d learned long ago, the world didn’t revolve around what she assumed was best.

  “Let’s enjoy this evening,” Hassie urged, “and put these worries behind us until the new year.”

  “I’ll try,” the girl promised.

  “Good.” Hassie slid her arm through Calla’s. “Now tell me, are you still seeing Kevin?” Calla had been dating Leta’s boy off and on since her last year of high school.

  “Occasionally. He’s so busy, and I’m in school most of the time. Anyway, with him in Paris for six months…”

  “Calla would make a wonderful daughter-in-law,” Leta said, joining them.

  “Oh, you!” Calla hugged her tightly, laughing as Hassie seconded Leta’s remark.

  “Stop it, you two,” the girl chided. “I’m dating someone else at the moment and so is Kevin. We’re good friends, but that’s all. For now, anyway.”