Seeds of Summer

by Deborah Vogts

  Seeds of Summer

  Book Two

  Deborah Vogts

  SEASONS of the TALLGRASS

  TO SAMANTHA, MAGGIE, AND ABIGAIL YOU ARE MY DEAREST TREASURES.

  TIME SWEEPS AHEAD, NEVER BACK. IT LEAVES OLD SORROWS TO SOAK INTO THE EARTH AND CLEARS A SPACE TO START BUILDING FOR THE NEW YEAR…WHETHER YOU ARE RUNNING UP A GOLDEN HILL STRAIGHT INTO THE BLUE SKY, OR ARE ON THE STEEP DOWN GRADE WITH THE MISTS IN SIGHT, THERE IS NO PLACE TO GO BUT AHEAD.

  Quoted in Skimming the Cream,

  Fifty Years with ‘Peggy of the Flint Hills’

  by Zula Bennington Green, 1983.

  Table of Contents

  Cover Page

  Title Page

  Dedication Page

  Epigraph

  PROLOGUE

  ONE

  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  SIX

  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

  TEN

  ELEVEN

  TWELVE

  THIRTEEN

  FOURTEEN

  FIFTEEN

  SIXTEEN

  SEVENTEEN

  EIGHTEEN

  NINETEEN

  TWENTY

  TWENTY-ONE

  TWENTY-TWO

  TWENTY-THREE

  TWENTY-FOUR

  TWENTY-FIVE

  TWENTY-SIX

  TWENTY-SEVEN

  TWENTY-EIGHT

  TWENTY-NINE

  THIRTY

  THIRTY-ONE

  THIRTY-TWO

  THIRTY-THREE

  THIRTY-FOUR

  THIRTY-FIVE

  THIRTY-SIX

  THIRTY-SEVEN

  THIRTY-EIGHT

  THIRTY-NINE

  FORTY

  FORTY-ONE

  FORTY-TWO

  FORTY-THREE

  FORTY-FOUR

  FORTY-FIVE

  FORTY-SIX

  FORTY-SEVEN

  FORTY-EIGHT

  FORTY-NINE

  FIFTY

  FIFTY-ONE

  FIFTY-TWO

  EPILOGUE

  CHELSEY’S SPICE PANCAKES

  Read an excerpt from book 3 in the Seasons of the Tallgrass series: Blades of Autumn. Coming soon!

  Snow Melts in Spring

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Copyright Page

  About the Publisher

  Share Your Thoughts

  PROLOGUE

  FEAR AND ANTICIPATION GRIPPED NATALIE ADAMS’ STOMACH AS SHE waited on that Las Vegas contestant stage. But she continued to smile. Always smile for the judges. Her cheeks threatened to crack at any second from the building tension.

  Mama’s pet name for her had been Princess, but Natalie planned to take that title one step further and be queen. She’d spent most of her life preparing for this moment, the moment she could be crowned Miss Rodeo America, and she was ready. Her hard work had paid off in the horsemanship division of the competition, and despite her dad’s complaints, and her penchant for a good pair of boots, her fashion budget hadn’t put them in the poor house.

  The competition narrowed down to two contestants—Miss Rodeo California and herself representing Kansas. Natalie could hardly breathe. Her mind spun with the possibilities of what this might mean. A year of touring, more scholarships, meeting and helping people. She’d be a national representative for the Pro Rodeo Cowboys Association for an entire year—a sport she felt most passionate about.

  Oh, how she wished her mother were here to share this moment with her. She might finally break free.

  With a nervous laugh, she squeezed the hand of the other contestant, willing the emcee to announce her name. The heat from the large spotlights radiated against her skin, and Natalie feared she might melt away in her red leather gown.

  “And the new Miss Rodeo America is…”

  It happened so fast.

  The roar from the crowd couldn’t compare to the cameras flashing all around her as last year’s queen crowned the woman standing beside her.

  I will not cry, I will not cry, I will NOT cry. Natalie continued to smile as she hugged the new Miss Rodeo America, her own heart breaking.

  She stepped back to stand with the other three ladies, while the winner walked the stage and waved at the hundreds of onlookers in the hotel showroom. When the celebration ended, the contestants and Natalie were escorted off the stage and back to the dressing room. The Miss Rodeo America song continued to boom in her ears like a bad television commercial.

  Her dad grabbed her hand and enclosed her in a suffocating hug. He led her to a quiet spot and smiled down at her. “You did good out there. If your mother were alive, she’d be real proud of you.”

  Natalie’s breath caught in her chest as a tear streaked down her father’s weathered cheek. Then his expression sobered and returned to what she’d known her entire life.

  “You had your chance and you did your best,” he said. “Now it’s time to get back to the real world…”

  ONE

  FIVE MONTHS LATER

  METAL SCRAPED AGAINST METAL, WAKING NATALIE FROM A RESTLESS sleep. Again, the screech came from outside. With a reluctant groan, she forced herself from her cotton sheets and fumbled in the dark to find her boots.

  What was out there? And why wasn’t Jessie barking?

  She slipped her bare feet into leather ropers, then hurried from the bedroom down the stairs, hoping she wouldn’t rouse her younger siblings. An instant foreboding caused her to grab the shotgun her dad always kept behind the back door. Natalie loaded it with a couple of shells before heading to the porch—just in case. As her eyes adjusted to the outside darkness, she distinguished the faint outline of a truck backed up to the barn entrance. She crept through the barnyard.

  “Who’s there?” Her voice wavered as she clutched the wooden forearm of the aged Winchester, prepared to fire a warning shot at the moon if necessary.

  A small beam of light darted inside the old limestone barn, then disappeared.

  “Tom, is that you?” Natalie eased her finger closer to the trigger.

  Silence. Then the hollow clamor of feed buckets knocked to the ground as though someone had tripped over them.

  Natalie held her breath. Her heart thumped wildly against her chest as she thought about the recent thefts in the county. If only her dad were here.

  But he’s not, and you’re in charge. Slow, mechanical breaths helped her to see this might be nothing more than their hired hand returning from a night at the bar. She knew little about Tom Walker, but the idea that he’d been out with friends on a Friday night was more probable than not.

  A tall figure edged from the shadows. Natalie recognized the pale shock of curls highlighted by the luminous night.

  “Hey there, don’t shoot.” The ranch employee rested his hands on his head. “I was only putting some stuff away in the barn.”

  “Working kind of late, aren’t you?”

  “Just got back from a rodeo.” Tom’s voice grew louder as he approached. “Sorry if I frightened you.”

  Natalie lowered the shotgun, then gazed up at the sky, relief lodged in her throat. “You could’ve turned on the barn lights. At least then I wouldn’t have thought someone was sneaking around out here.”

  “Didn’t want to wake the house.”

  In the faint moonlight, she caught the glint of an uneasy smile on the man’s face. “How’d you do?”

  “Tough night for steer wrestling.”

  Natalie knew all about rodeo and tough nights. “There’ll be others.”

  He dropped his arms, and she noticed Jessie at his side. No wonder the faithful border collie hadn’t barked. Suddenly aware of how she must look, she combed her fingers through her wayward lo
cks. Dressed in baggy shorts, a torn T-shirt, and a pair of pink boots, she held little resemblance to her former title as Miss Rodeo Kansas, or of a rancher either.

  And that’s what she was now—a twenty-two-year-old ranch owner in the Flint Hills of Charris County, Kansas. She shook her head, confounded by the turn of events her life had taken in the past week. “Well, I’m sorry for interrupting your work. I’ll let you get back to your business.” Hoping he wouldn’t sense her despair, she turned toward the house. As she did, an engine revved in the near distance. Tracing the noise, she saw a truck tear from behind the barn, its headlights aimed for the lane.

  Staggering backward, she almost dropped her father’s shotgun but somehow managed to bring the wooden stock to her shoulder. “Hey, you there,” she called out. “Stop or I’ll shoot.”

  The truck vaulted onto the dirt road and spun gravel as it sped away. Speechless, Natalie lowered the gun and whirled toward the hired hand, expecting him to go after the culprits sneaking around her father’s barn.

  Then she acknowledged the panic in the man’s eyes.

  “What were you and your buddies doing in there?” Her brows crinkled, and she instantly thought the worst. Dark barn, suspicious behavior. Had they been doing drugs, or were they stealing?

  “It’s not what you think.” The hostility in the air pricked her skin as the man stepped closer. He stood a half-foot taller than her own five-foot-eight.

  Natalie gripped the shotgun, her palms damp with sweat. Did she have the guts to shoot a man? She aimed the barrel at his chest. “Is this how you’re going to honor my father? By stealing from him? He’s not been dead a week.”

  “The boys and I—we were just having some fun—talking was all.” His gentle voice caressed her.

  Natalie recognized the seduction of his lie—the flicker of deceit in his eyes. “In the dark?”

  “No law against talking in the dark.” He reached in her direction, much too close for her comfort.

  She shoved his lanky body back with the metal barrel and thought of all the work they needed to accomplish the next day unloading and sorting cattle. Could she and the kids get along without his help if she fired him? Could she trust him to tell the truth?

  His lips pulled into a pout. “Come on, Miss Adams. I’ve been with your dad for nearly six months. He trusted me. We weren’t doing nothing wrong…honest.”

  Natalie searched the man’s eyes for a hint of sincerity. “Swear on your mama’s grave?” Even as the words came from her mouth, she knew she was a fool to trust him.

  “Better—I’ll swear on your daddy’s.”

  Natalie’s throat swelled as hot tears threatened to fall. Her good judgment now clouded with grief, she eased the barrel toward the ground and shook her head in embarrassment. “I guess the stress is getting to me. Sorry for being so jumpy.”

  Tom nodded in understanding. “No need to apologize. A person can’t be too careful these days—especially a young woman like yourself. It’s good I’m around for protection.”

  Natalie disregarded his remark, finding no comfort in it. Her gut twisted at the vulnerable position her father’s death had placed her in as Tom drifted back to the darkness of the barn. With a weary sigh, she studied the moon above. Like a shooting star, her life had changed in an instant and no matter how much she wished it, not even the crickets or the moaning bullfrogs could set it right again.

  Returning to the house, she peeked in on her twelve-year-old brother, asleep in his upstairs bedroom. His tranquil face reflected no worries, no hint of strain from their recent ordeal.

  Oh, that her rest could be as peaceful.

  When Natalie opened the door to her sister’s bedroom, she failed to make out a form under the covers. A flick of the light revealed Chelsey’s bed hadn’t been slept in. She glanced about the room, and then noticed the splay of curtains caught in a warm breeze from the open dormer window.

  Natalie darted back to Dillon’s room.

  “Where’s Chelsey?” She jiggled her brother’s leg and watched the young boy rouse from a deep sleep.

  Dillon rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed. “What?”

  “Chelsey’s not in her room. Do you have any idea where she might be? Out with friends? A party somewhere?”

  Her brother shook his head, then yawned. “I heard her talking on the phone to Lucas earlier. Maybe she’s with him.”

  Natalie’s mouth grew taut. Nothing good ever happened past midnight, and it was now close to two. She hoped the reckless teenagers weren’t in a ditch somewhere.

  A loud thump from Chelsey’s room caused those thoughts to evaporate.

  Natalie rounded the hallway to find her fifteen-year-old sister crumpled on the bedroom floor.

  Chelsey raised her head, her eyes glazed. “Hey, sis.” Her words came out slurred as she tried to stand. “Did ya miss me?”

  TWO

  NATALIE HELD THE DANGLING BLONDE HAIR FROM HER SISTER’S FACE AS the girl heaved again into the toilet bowl, emptying her stomach of the alcohol in her body.

  Afterwards, Chelsey clung to Natalie’s side. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, sis. I’m so glad you’re home instead of at that stupid college.”

  Natalie tucked the bitter reminder to the back of her mind and fought the urge to put the girl in her place after sneaking out of the house. Instead, she helped the teenager to her room and into bed. There would be time for reprimand tomorrow.

  As Chelsey slumped backward on her bed, Natalie noticed a red splotch on her sister’s lower abdomen. “What is that?” Natalie stared at the design, stunned.

  The heart tattoo seemed to shout back in defiance.

  I-heart-Lucas.

  “How could you, Chelsey?” Exasperation washed over Natalie as she considered how this might brand her sister’s life forever.

  “Don’t worry, it’s not real.” The girl closed her eyes, her face peaked. “But someday it will be. I love him, and I want the world to know,” she murmured.

  The words rang in Natalie’s ears. Love him? Chelsey hardly knew him. Her sister had been seeing the senior boy for how long…three weeks? The child had no idea.

  “YOU GONNA GROUND HER?”

  Natalie sliced into an onion the next morning, and her eyes began to sting. She squeezed them tight as the first tears fell. “I know what needs done.” She dumped the diced vegetables for the stew into the slow cooker and turned to Dillon, who sat slumped over his bowl of cereal. Truth was, she didn’t have a clue what to do. This had been a tough week for all of them, and she wondered whether grounding Chelsey was the right choice.

  Her brother stirred the cereal, not eating. “It’s what Dad would have done.”

  “Yes, but Dad’s not here.” Natalie clenched her teeth as new tears formed—this time from the ache of their loss. Why did their father have to die, and die so cruelly? An image of him caught beneath the overturned tractor flashed before her, and she was again thankful she’d not been the one to find him in the ditch, though the details of his death haunted her.

  How would she ever take his place as parent for this family? Granted, she’d practically raised her half brother and sister from the time she was eleven—but still…how was she supposed to manage this ranch, raise two siblings, and finish college? The daunting tasks loomed ahead of her, out of reach.

  “If you don’t teach Chelsey a lesson, she’ll do it again—only next time, it’ll be worse. Even I know that.”

  Natalie smiled at the boy’s wisdom. Not even a teenager, Dillon already showed a great deal of insight. More than most college students.

  College…

  Her lips quivered as again her eyes brimmed with moisture. Because of her father’s death, she’d been forced to decline her marketing internship with the National Little Britches Rodeo Association in Colorado Springs. How would she ever manage to finish her last semester in the fall? And even if she did, what could her future possibly hold for her now?

  She turned on the faucet and w
atched her dreams wash down the disposal with the vegetable peels. A few tears fell into the mix, and she quickly wiped the rest away. Shamed by the emotional display, she hoped her brother hadn’t noticed. The last thing she wanted was to weigh Dillon with her problems. As the oldest in the family, this was her responsibility…and she would be responsible.

  “What time are we supposed to meet the cattle trucks?” His words were muffled as though he’d forced his breakfast down his throat.

  Natalie stared out the window into the morning darkness and fought to steady her voice. Life continued, whether she wanted it to or not. “According to Dad’s calendar, they should start arriving around eight. Best wake Chelsey so we can do the chores.”

  “No way.” He came from behind and hung on Natalie’s shoulders. “After last night, I’m not going in there.”

  Natalie whisked the dampness from her cheeks and braced herself for the next course of action. “Smart kid,” she teased the boy who had not yet reached his growth spurt and still seemed considerably small for his age.

  “I’m not that smart. But I’m not stupid either.”

  NATALIE KNOCKED ON CHELSEY’S DOOR BEFORE ENTERING THE BEDROOM. She stared at the girl stretched out on the fluffy mattress.

  “Time to wake up, sleeping beauty.” She noticed the slobber mark on the pillow. Not exactly a princess-like quality.

  When the girl didn’t stir, Natalie nudged her shoulder. “Hey, rise and shine.”

  Chelsey rolled over and groaned.

  Tired of the gentle approach, Natalie poked her sister, none too tender. “If you’re old enough to get drunk, you’re old enough to take responsibility for your actions. We have cattle to unload this morning. Get up or you’re grounded.”

  Chelsey woke with a start, her eyes puffy and red. “You don’t have to be so mean.” She pressed her hand to her forehead and struggled out of the bed sheets. “Besides, you can’t ground me. You’re not my boss.”

  Natalie refused to respond in anger for fear her sister might retaliate more. “I’m the oldest, and like it or not, I’m in charge.” She sat on the side of the bed, hoping to mollify her sister’s grumbling.