by Linda Ford
Duke hung on through the first three bucks but he was off balance, unprepared for King’s behavior, and went flying, his arms windmilling. The ground rushed toward him and clouted him on the forehead. He closed his eyes and gasped for breath. Darkness pushed at the edges of his brain but he fought it off and sat up. The world tilted and spun. Something dripped into his eyes and he rubbed it away.
His hand came away bloody.
The black pushed closer.
“Billy.” He looked around for the man... Where was he? He lifted his head and squinted to focus his vision.
Billy galloped away, leaving Duke alone.
The blackness overwhelmed him.
Chapter Three
“Rose! Rose!”
She turned at the sound of her name. Her heart leaped to her throat as Billy raced toward her on horseback, bouncing as though he’d come unseated any moment.
As Billy reached her side, she grabbed the horse and steadied it. Her heart beat a frantic tattoo against her breastbone at the sight of his tearstained face. “Billy, are you hurt?”
“No. No.” He blubbered out the words.
“What’s wrong?”
Billy’s mouth worked and a few garbled words came out, but nothing she could make sense of.
The muscles in her neck started to spasm. She glanced around, searched the horizon for any sign of danger. It took only a few seconds to assure herself there were no cows racing toward them, no cowboys watching from the crest of the hill. At least with the skiff of snow the risk of fire had been dealt with. She shuddered. Fire was her biggest fear.
She helped Billy to the ground and patted his back, trying to calm him. One of the half-grown cats rubbed around her ankles, giving her an idea. She scooped it up and put it in Billy’s arms. The cat purred and pressed its face to his chest.
As she hoped, the animal calmed Billy and he sucked in a deep breath.
“Billy, what’s wrong?”
A shudder shook the man from head to toe. “Duke.” He choked and couldn’t continue.
“What’s he doing?” Did he have some kind of mischief planned and Billy meant to warn them?
“Hurt,” Billy said, his mouth working as he tried to explain. “Duke hurt.” He patted his head.
“He hurt his head?”
He nodded. “Fell.”
She stroked the cat, pulling Billy’s attention back to the animal.
Billy shuddered again but petting the cat helped him relax. “Duke fell off his horse. Hit his head.” A sob caught in the man’s throat. “Blood. Lots and lots of blood.”
Rose quickly analyzed the information. If Billy had come to the Bells, did that mean Duke was near? She again scanned the horizon, this time looking for either a wandering animal, though King had likely headed for the barn, or an unusual lump on the ground. She saw neither.
“Billy, where is Duke now?”
He turned and pointed.
“Do you remember where?”
He nodded, then his face wrinkled. “Maybe.”
“Wait here while I saddle Hope.” Never before had she clung to her horse’s name but now she did.
Ma stepped from the house wearing a warm jacket. “Is something the matter?”
Rose quickly explained. “Billy’s upset. Can you stay with him?” She introduced the pair and Ma spoke softly and soothingly to Billy.
He wouldn’t go anywhere as long as Ma was there to watch him.
She returned in a few minutes with her horse saddled.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
Her ma nodded. “Billy was telling me how much he likes cats. I asked if he’d like to own this one even if he has to leave it here.”
“I’ll call her Patches ’cause she’s all patchy with different colors.” He rubbed his cheek against her fur.
Patches purred and licked his face.
Grub sat nearby watching.
Billy put the cat down and patted the dog. “I like you, too.”
Relieved that Billy had calmed down, Rose led both horses to his side. “Why don’t you show me where Duke is?”
“Wait a moment.” Ma hurried back to the house and returned shortly with a small sack. “I’ve put in some bandaging and other things you might need.”
“Thanks, Ma.”
Rose indicated Billy should mount up and then swung into her own saddle.
Ma tsked and shook her head but didn’t say anything. She and Pa had long ago given up trying to make her ride sidesaddle.
For a few hundred yards Rose easily followed Billy’s back trail before it disappeared in a mess of cow tracks and trampled snow.
“What direction now?” she asked him.
He looked around, twisting in his saddle to glance back in the direction of the farm. “We just came that way, didn’t we?”
“Yes, Billy. That would take us back to my home.”
He nodded. “I rode there as fast as I could.” His whole body quaked. “I was so scared.”
“Yes, when you saw that Duke was hurt.” She gave him a moment to sort through his thoughts. “Where did Duke fall?”
“On the ground.”
She hid her grin. It was a stupid question. “Was he over there?” She pointed to the north.
“Maybe.”
Good. “Then let’s go find him.”
“Or maybe he was over there.” He pointed south.
“I see.” In other words, Billy didn’t know. Maybe he’d remember something else. “Where were you planning to go?”
“For a ride.”
“Of course. Why didn’t I think of that? Were you going to see someone?”
Billy grinned. “You.”
“Me?” Why would Duke want to visit her? She hadn’t been exactly welcoming yesterday and didn’t much care to see him again after she’d spent several hours sorting animals and getting them into their proper pens this morning. “Why?”
Billy ducked his head. “’Cause he likes you.”
She sputtered. Then forced herself to relax. This was Billy talking. He saw what he wanted to see. She sat back and considered her surroundings. The most direct route between the two places would be over that hill. She nudged her horse in that direction.
From the crest of the hill she could see no sign of Duke or his horse. “Did you come this way?”
“Maybe.” A cry choked off the word.
He didn’t know and couldn’t tell her. She’d have to figure it out herself. She took a deep breath. Think. This was Duke. Would he take the most direct route? No. Not anywhere near. He’d take the most dangerous, the most challenging. That meant he’d ride along the escarpment and cross the coulee that lay to the west.
She reined her horse in that direction. She had to confess it was one of her favorite places. From the top, she often observed deer feeding in the coulee and hawks circling overhead. There’d been a nest she’d looked down on in the early part of summer to watch the baby hawks.
She reached the coulee. Some vicious rocks lay scattered across the snow-crusted slopes. If Duke had hit his head of one of those—
She shuddered. She’d imagined finding him injured but perhaps his injuries were beyond help.
Her breath whooshed out when she didn’t see a body anywhere. Perhaps she’d been mistaken in thinking he’d come this way. “Do you remember this place?” she asked Billy.
He nodded. “Maybe.” Then his eyes focused. “Duke wasn’t with me.”
Rose tried to understand what Billy meant. Had they been on this route but Duke had fallen before they reached this place? Only one way to find out.
She made her way across the coulee and climbed the upward path. From there she could see several miles in every direction, clear to the trees filling
the hollow toward the Caldwell buildings. And there was no sign of Duke.
Billy jumped to the ground. “He was here.” He pointed. “He’s gone.” He turned his face upward, his eyes wide. “He’s gone to Heaven.”
“No, Billy. I don’t think so.” At least not from this spot because there was no body.
She dismounted and bent to examine the ground where Billy stood. There was a rock and a large dark spot. Blood. Lots of blood. She shivered. Duke might be a Caldwell and a royal pain, but she had no wish to see him dead. She looked around.
Her heart clinging to the back of her throat, she went to the edge of the cliff and looked down. But there was no sign of Duke or his horse. Had the horse remained with him and Duke was now riding homeward?
She swung into the saddle, indicated Billy should do the same, and rode toward the Caldwell Ranch. She veered to the right of the trees.
A movement caught her eye. Something was in there among the stark branches and dark shadows. It could be a deer or even a bear. Or perhaps Duke’s horse. Should she check? She didn’t want to waste time but neither did she want to neglect caution. She reined in and peered into the shadows.
There it was again; something lurching from shadow to shadow. She blinked hard. “Duke?”
Billy hit the ground running. “Duke, you ain’t dead.”
The figure folded to the ground.
Rose dismounted and hurried after Billy.
By the time she caught up with him, he’d squatted beside Duke who was struggling to sit up.
Blood covered his face and soaked the front of his coat. He rubbed his eyes to clear the dripping blood and squinted up at them. But it was plain that he couldn’t bring them into focus.
She squatted in front of him and took his chin to bring his gaze to her. “Duke, do you hear me?”
“Loud and clear.”
Which was more than she could say about his answer. He sounded as if his tongue had gone to sleep.
“Don’t die, Duke. Please don’t die.” Billy sobbed the words.
Duke pulled his legs up and tried to get to his feet. “Got to go home.”
Yes, she needed to get him back to the ranch where he could get warm and have his wound tended.
“Billy,” she said calmly, “can you bring the horses?”
He got started on the assignment without answering.
She turned back to Duke and gently pressed him back to the ground. “Relax. We’ll get you home.”
He nodded, groaned at the movement and grabbed his head. “Hurts.”
“I expect so.” She touched his forehead, trying to see the cut through the blood. It looked deep, deep enough to mar his handsome features. Could he handle knowing that?
Billy led the horses forward.
Rose considered her options. She’d like to put Duke on Billy’s horse and let Billy hold him on the ride to the Caldwell Ranch, but Billy was scrubbing tears from his face. She couldn’t count on him to know what to do.
She pulled Hope close. “Help me get Duke on my horse,” she instructed Billy.
Between them they pulled Duke upright. He wobbled so badly she staggered under his weight. “Grab the saddle horn,” she told him as she wrapped his fingers around it. “Hang on.” She and Billy boosted him into the saddle and she climbed up behind him. She sat back, reluctant to hold him as intimately as this ride would require.
He listed to the south. Billy grabbed him. “What if he falls again? I don’t want him to go to Heaven today.”
“He won’t.” She wrapped her arms around Duke and pressed tight to his back. “He won’t.” Though whether she meant fall or die, she wasn’t prepared to say.
He groaned and tried to reach his head but his arms were firmly pinned at his sides.
“You’re okay now,” she soothed. “I’ll soon have you home.”
He grunted and leaned into her hold as she urged Hope to move forward.
Billy followed on horseback. “Is this my fault?”
“Of course not. Why would you think that?”
“’Cause I’m stupid and do stupid things.”
“Oh, Billy, don’t you believe that. Besides, we all do stupid things at times.” Anger twisted inside her, both at the knowledge that this gentle man had been made to feel that way and because Duke had chosen to ride a horse that almost killed him. “Such as how smart is it to ride a horse you can’t control?”
Duke mumbled something but she couldn’t make sense of his ramblings.
“You’ll soon be home safe and sound,” she murmured.
He mumbled again and seemed to snuggle into her arms. It sounded as though he’d said, “Nice.”
Heat stole up her cheeks. Surely he didn’t mean having her arms around him. It was only to keep him from falling on his head again. She marginally relaxed her hold but he swayed and she fought his weight to keep him in the saddle. She had no choice but to hold tight.
The ranch buildings came into sight. She glanced around. Now would be a good time for that obnoxious foreman, Ebner, to show up and offer a hand. Or anybody.
But apart from the neigh of King who stood outside the corral wanting in, there wasn’t another living, moving being to be seen.
She rode up to the front of the house and stopped at the steps. This was only the second time she’d been this close to the house. Once, she and her sisters had come with Ma in the wagon. She and Lilly had been eleven or twelve, which would have made Cora fourteen at the time. Ma had heard Mrs. Caldwell was ill and had done the neighborly thing and brought over a hot dish.
Cora had protested. “Ma, do you think they’ll welcome us? Most likely they’ll chase us off with a shotgun.”
Lilly had clutched her hands in her lap. “They might be really mad.”
Rose smiled as she recalled how fiercely she’d reacted. “They don’t deserve Ma’s help.”
Ma had shushed the girls. “We will do what is right and good, and not let the actions of others determine our own.”
A woman who wasn’t Mrs. Caldwell had come in answer to Ma’s knock and, with a friendly smile, had thanked Ma for the dish. Rose learned later the woman was Mrs. Humphrey who worked for the Caldwells.
They’d been informed Mrs. Caldwell was indisposed, and no invitation had been offered for them to step inside.
Ma had smiled as if there had been no insult and said to tell Mrs. Caldwell they’d pray for her recovery.
Rose had been so impressed with her ma’s attitude that she promised herself to be more like her. All too often her anger dictated how she acted, but today would be one time she actually succeeded in doing what was right despite her feelings.
“Billy, help me get Duke off the horse.” She slipped to the ground as she and Billy steadied Duke, then he slid into Billy’s arms. Billy would have crashed under his weight if Rose hadn’t taken a portion of it.
Together they guided Duke up the steps. Billy pushed the door open.
Rose released Duke and stepped back. She’d never been in this house, knew she wouldn’t be welcome. Any more than she had welcomed Duke into the Bell house.
Billy staggered under Duke’s weight and glanced back at Rose. His expression drooped. “Rose, don’t go. Don’t leave us.”
Duke’s head came up. “Rose...” She understood that word well enough. “Help.” And that one, too.
She could not resist a call for help from anyone.
She stared at the door and swallowed hard. If anything symbolized the difference between the Bells and the Caldwells, this door did—big, heavy-looking paneled wood with a fine brass handle. The door to the Bells’ house was a plain slab of wood with a black knob.
Billy wobbled. She pushed aside any insecurities and grabbed Duke’s arm, lifted it over her shoulder and edged through the door
.
They were in a kitchen about the size of the entire living quarters at home. A big wooden table, several inches thick, stood in the middle of the room. Half a dozen chairs were pushed up to it.
At one end of the room a fireplace lay with wood ready to light. A huge black stove occupied the opposite side of the room. Cupboards and shelves filled the walls.
“He needs to lie down,” she told Billy.
“Through there.” He pointed to one of the three doorways and they shuffled into a sitting room. Her eyes scanned a burgundy sofa and several armchairs, each with a table and lamp beside it. But she didn’t see anywhere she could rest a person dripping in blood.
“Is there a blanket or towel to cover the sofa with?”
Billy hurried to fetch something, leaving Rose to hold Duke up on her own. He turned unfocused eyes on her and grinned crookedly. “Hi.”
She laughed. “You wouldn’t sound so welcoming if your brain wasn’t scrambled.”
“Yes, I would.” He nodded, causing him to almost lose his balance.
“Whoa! Take it easy.” They sidestepped a bit before she got him steadied.
Billy trotted into the room with a heavy gray blanket.
“Spread it on the sofa.”
He did so, meticulously smoothing it into place.
She edged Duke to the sofa and eased him down. She stood over him, studying him. “About the best I can say for you at the moment is you’re alive.”
He wiped his eyes. “That’s not such a good feeling right now.”
“You’re not gonna let him die, are ya?” Billy wrung his hands.
Duke cracked open one eye. “Are ya?”
Why did his question bring such a rush of emotions? Regret, determination and wild wishes all tangled together.
“Of course not. I need to get some water.” She rushed from the room, pressing her cold hands to her hot cheeks. What was the matter with her? One glance around the room answered her question. She didn’t belong here and, should Duke be in his right mind, he’d be the first to tell her so.