Perfecting For Love - A Standalone Novel (A Doctors Romance Love Story) (Burbank Brothers, Book #3)

by Naomi Niles

  Chapter Thirty-one: Bethany

  My heart was in my throat as Colton bravely wrestled with Frank over the knife, splashing in the cold river in a battle of life and death. I had to help him. He was risking his life to save mine, but I couldn't live without him if Frank killed him.

  Fearing for Colton's life gave me the strength I needed to finally lift the heavy pile of rocks and debris that had ensnared my foot. With a mighty heave, I lifted it off my foot and threw it far into the water. At long last, I was free.

  I bolted forward several feet and reached for the gun still lying on the riverbed. I'd never held a gun before and was surprised by how heavy it felt in my hand. I cocked it back, praying I'd done it right. My heart was pounding in my chest so rapidly, I thought it might burst.

  I turned around just in time to see Frank lean over and grab Colton by the collar of his shirt, jerking him up out of the water. The knife glinted in Frank's hand as he moved to slit Colton's throat.

  Without thinking, I held the gun high above my head, closed my eyes, and pulled the trigger. The barrel was pointed straight up in the sky, and the gun kicked back with surprising force as the bullet fired through the air with a deafening bang.

  It startled Frank enough to let go of Colton, dropping him back into the water.

  "Now take it easy," Frank said to me with his hands held up in a position of surrender, still gripping the knife.

  "Are you all right?" I called out to Colton.

  "I'm better now that I know you're okay" He smiled at me with relief. I had the gun pointed right at Frank's chest, and Colton removed the knife from him handily, saying, "I'll take that."

  "What do we do now?" I asked, still pointing the gun at my father. My knees were shaking, but my hands were surprisingly steady, giving a false impression of confidence and calm. The sky had to turned to dusk around us, giving the moment a magical feel…or perhaps I was experiencing an adrenaline high.

  "I'll tie him up, and we'll take him to William," Colton said. He tucked Frank's knife into his own belt loop while my father groaned with misery. Colton slapped him on the shoulder as he guided him out of the river and onto the shore, saying to him, "My brother will arrest you for attempted murder."

  Following them onto the shore, I pitched in, "Not to mention cattle rustling and arson."

  Colton's eyes grew wide with surprise. He looked at me and said, "If he's smart, he'll make a deal and tell my brother where the missing cattle are. If not, he'll get the harshest sentence the law will allow. Either way, he's going to spend a long time behind bars."

  "He sold them already, but I think I know where stashed the cash. We spent a lot of time together these past few weeks, and he always got nervous when we'd pass by one particular tree. I have a feeling if you search there, you'll find it." I could tell from the glare in Frank's eye that I was right, and Colton kissed me with gratitude.

  Colton found Whiskey standing on the river's edge and pulled a length of rope from the quarter-horse's saddlebag. As Colton prepared to tie the rope around Frank’s wrists, I finally let myself relax. My knees felt watery, and I collapsed onto a fallen tree log with the gun in my lap and my head in my hands.

  Colton fumbled with the rope, and within a fraction of a second, Frank took advantage of the situation, just like I'd done to him earlier. He grabbed the knife from Colton's belt loop, grabbed him by the throat, and held the deadly blade to his neck, twisting his arm painfully behind him so he couldn't fight.

  "I've got a better plan," Frank snarled, pressing the knife against Colton's tender flesh right below his Adams apple. "How about I kill the two of you, take that horse, grab my money, and go someplace far away? No one will ever know what happened when they find your dead bodies, if they ever do."

  "Don't forget, I still have this." I pointed my gun directly at Frank, but he held Colton right in front of his body like a shield and I was afraid to shoot. The chances of hitting Colton were just too great.

  "Drop the gun or I'll slit his damn throat right here,” Frank shouted.

  "You're going to kill us both anyway," I said in a shaky voice.

  "If you put the gun down, I'll let you both live. I'll tie you to a tree and just take off," Frank promised. Colton struggled in his grip, but Frank twisted his arm until it nearly broke, forcing him to be still, and pierced the tip of knife deeper into his neck until a drop of blood appeared.

  "He's lying," Colton choked.

  I knew he was, but what choice did I have? A thin line of blood was now trickling down Colton's throat where the knife pressed.

  "Okay," I said. I bent forward as if I were going to set down the gun. When I got low enough, I had a clear line of sight of Frank's boot. I pulled the trigger and fired.

  Frank screamed in pain and surprise as the bullet pierced through his foot. The knife fell from his hand as he collapsed onto the ground, screaming out and clutching his bleeding foot. Colton grabbed the knife, removing it from Frank's reach. It was clear that Frank had lost.

  Colton turned and looked at me with love shining in his hazel-green eyes. He held out his arms, and I ran into them.

  "Are you all right?" I asked him.

  "You saved my life." He pulled me into his arms and kissed me with a passionate embrace.

  It had been a terrifying ordeal wondering if Frank would kill me, Colton, or the both of us. We'd made it through alive, and I knew now that nothing else mattered in this world besides our love for each other. With tears of joy in my eyes, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back.

  Chapter Thirty-two: Colton

  My brothers were shocked as hell that night when Bethany and I arrived back at the ranch with Frank Hill bound and bleeding on the back on my horse.

  They were even more surprised when Bethany led us all to the old maple tree by the workers’ cabins and unearthed a paper bag that had been buried beneath it. When we opened the bag, it was filled with cash. I didn't have time to count it, but I was willing to bet it would equal the amount of money we'd lost from the missing cattle.

  I'd had to use my favorite shirt to bind the bullet hole Bethany had put through the middle of Frank's foot, but there was no way I was going to let the son-of-a-bitch bleed to death before we could prosecute him for all his crimes.

  William took him into custody, and it was agreed that Bethany would need to stay on the ranch until she made her statement to the sheriff's office, and possibly longer to testify.

  A few days later, when we were all sitting on the porch enjoying some of Mama's fresh squeezed lemonade, I said aloud, "I wish we had another witness to Frank's crimes besides just Bethany and me."

  It was a fact that Bethany was my girlfriend and I was still being investigated for insurance fraud. A clever defense attorney might be able to make a good case that the two of us were setting him up, and I didn't want that maniac to be set free. He had tried to hurt Bethany once, and he might do it again. I needed to know that he'd be in prison for a long, long time.

  "I'll testify," Travis volunteered. I didn't have the heart to tell him that he was just as bad a witness as we were, because he was my brother. Travis tossed a ball across the porch for Maggie. "When we recovered that lighter in the barn during our investigation of the fire, I knew I recognized it, but I just couldn't remember who owned it. Now, it's clear in my mind. It belonged to Frank Hill. He used it every time we took a break working with the cows."

  "I'll testify, too," Mack said, and I sighed with relief. Mama had insisted the employees take a lemonade break, too. It was the beginning of August, and hot as hell outside. The lemonade allowed us to forget it for little while, and a gentle breeze helped.

  "I'll testify, too," Butch chimed in. They were two of the ranch's oldest and most loyal employees. They'd been working for my father when I was just a kid, and had stuck around all these years. They were just like family, but in a court of law, they would reliable witnesses who weren't related to the Hutchinsons, and I was grateful for their help. I told Wil
liam the moment he came home that night.

  "No need." He slapped me on the shoulder with brotherly affection. We were all huddled around the dining room where Mama was serving a feast. Cooking was her way of releasing stress, with everything from hand-squeezed lemonade to full turkey dinners.

  As William took his place at the table, I looked around for Bethany, hesitant to let her out of my sight, and breathed with relief when I saw her talking on her cell phone in the next room.

  I turned my attention back to William as he loaded up his plate. "Frank Hill is singing like a bluebird,” he said. “He confessed to both the fire and the cattle rustling. He's denying the attempted murder, but we've got medical evidence from the doctor's report on both your injuries and Bethany's."

  "He confessed? You're not letting him go free on a plea bargain are you?" My anger came from a place of fear as I looked at Bethany smiling prettily into the phone as she talked with her mother, unaware of what was happening at the table.

  "No," William answered decisively, putting my mind at ease. "He's going to prison, but he's protected himself from the maximum sentence. With a list of crimes as long as his, he’s still going to be put away for a long time."

  "Good." I couldn't hide my hatred for the man we had trusted to be our employee. If I could go back in time, I'd run him out of town the moment he stepped foot in Riverbend.

  Bethany was done with her phone call and came into the kitchen looking happy and relaxed. Her blue eyes sparkled, and she had the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen. Everything looked brighter and more colorful since my near-death experience, and I took in every moment, refusing to take it for granted.

  "What are you men grinning about in here?" she asked.

  We told her the news about her father, and she took it well. I admired her courage in the face of all that had happened. To be nearly murdered by the father you had looked for and thought you were building a relationship with must be devastating, but Bethany never flinched or shed a tear.

  "Does this mean you'll get your stolen cattle back?" she asked. Leave it to her to be concerned about our ranch, not herself.

  "No, I'm afraid the law doesn't quite work that way," William explained, "But at least we got the money back, thanks to you."

  Everyone at the table agreed and started praising her. She had saved us all from losing the ranch by getting our money back, and we were all grateful.

  "Not that it matters," Mama said sadly. "We may have been able to get out of debt, but the ranch will still have to close. We can't operate without proper insurance, and since ours was cancelled, no one else will take us on without charging more than we can afford to pay."

  Standing up at the head of table, I grinned at Mama and said, "I forgot to tell you, I got a call from our insurance agent today."

  Mama stared at me with baited breath. In fact, every set of eyes at the table were fixated on me. With an ornery wink, I said, "She's a very nice lady. I think she has a son who goes to Tom's school."

  "Colton Emerson Hutchinson," Mama called out in her most fearsome tone – and I knew I'd better get to it.

  Smiling at my family, I continued, "She said that thanks to the police report, they are lifting the charges of fraud against us and reinstating our policy effective immediately."

  "Oh, thank Jesus in Heaven." Mama whispered a little prayer. Then she glared at me asked, "Are you messing with me?"

  "No, ma'am."

  "The ranch is really safe? We're no longer falling into debt? We have proper insurance? None of my boys are going to jail for fraud or arson? Hutchinson Ranch is fully operational once more?"

  "Yes, and it will be for a long time," I said, firmly. It had been a turbulent summer, filled with mighty lows and even better highs, but we'd made it through and we were all going to be okay.

  Mama squealed with delight and leapt up from the table, wrapping her arms around me in a giant hug that nearly squeezed the breath out of me.

  "You did it! I knew you could do it!" she cried.

  "Of course he did," Bethany beamed once Mama had let me go, "Colton can do anything he wants to; the only question is, what's next?"

  No sooner was the question out of Bethany's lips than I knew the answer with certainty. I had kept my mother's engagement ring in my pocket every day since she had given it to me, and I'd just been waiting for the excitement of our ordeal to settle down. I realized now, I didn't want to wait any longer. I wanted to start living my life with the woman I loved, and what better time to do it than with my whole family around me?

  Getting down on one knee, I took Bethany's hand in my own. "I've only known you for a few weeks, but in that time, I've experienced a whole lifetime with you.

  “I've shared with you the stories of my childhood, the fears and worries of my adulthood, and the hopes for my future. You've gotten to be a part of my family, and they love you as one of us. You saved my life, not just physically, but in every way possible. I was just a shell of a man, not really living, until I met you and you brought me to life with your smile, your mind, and your beauty. I don't want to go back to that empty life without you.

  “So, even though we've only known each other six short weeks, I want to ask you to spend every week for the rest of our lives together. Bethany Foster, will you be my wife?"

  Bethany's blue eyes filled with tears as I slipped the ring onto her slender finger. She clasped her other hand around it, as if to protect it, and asked me softly, "You want me to marry you and live here on the ranch with you?"

  "I don't care where we live. We can go anywhere you want to go, as long as we're together."

  "Would you give up living with your family here on the ranch that you love, just for me?"

  "Of course. I love my brothers and Mama, and I love this ranch, but I love you even more. If you want to have a career as an artist in the city, then I support you in it. We can leave tomorrow if you want."

  "Actually, there's no need." Bethany beamed at me with a mischievous smile. "I just got off the phone with my mother. She's been selling my paintings online and making a big profit off of them. There's a real market for my work through an internet gallery, and I think I could make a career for myself that way. I want to give it a try."

  "So, what are you saying?" My heart was pounding with excitement, but I needed to be clear before I got carried away. Was she really saying what I thought she was, or was it just my imagination?

  Bethany took my hand and squeezed it. "I'm saying, yes I'll marry you, but only if we can live here on the ranch. I love it here, almost as much I love you."

  "You city girls drive a hard bargain, but okay," I agreed with a playful grin. I pulled her into my arms and gave her the kiss I'd been dying to give her since I put that ring on her finger.

  She kissed me back, opening her mouth to me and clinging to my chest as we passionately shared our love in a wild embrace. I could hear my family clapping and cheering around us, but it was like a distant dream. All I could focus on now was this beautiful woman in my arms, and how she had agreed to be my bride.

  Epilogue: Bethany

  I applied my brush to the canvas, adding subtle highlights to the blonde curls of the two-year-old girl as she sat atop the large horse with her father's hands holding her protectively by the waist to keep her steady.

  She had hazel-green eyes flecked with gold, just like her father, but her mother's pretty features. Her baby-soft cheeks were flushed as she giggled with glee, and her chubby hands gently stroked the horse’s mane.

  "I don't know who's enjoying this more: Hannah or Whiskey," Colton joked as the horse whinnied happily under our daughter's loving attention.

  "If I had to guess, I’d say you were," I teased back.

  He was a wonderful father, always doting attention on our daughter. He was the kind of dad every little girl deserved. I never got to have that when I was a child, but that no longer mattered. My need for family was completed through Colton, and watching him be a good father to our daughter wa
s all that I needed to heal that wound.

  His eyes sparkled with merriment as he held Hannah on Whiskey's back, and he said with chagrin, "I think you're right. You're not painting me into that portrait, are you?"

  "Don't worry, I have enough paintings of cowboys and ranch landscapes. This one is just of Hannah and the pure joy of a girl on her daddy's horse."

  Kissing Hannah on the cheek, Colton said to me, "With a model this pretty, this is sure to be your highest grossing painting yet."

  "I'm not selling this one," I said. Colton looked surprised, but relieved. "This one is personal."

  "Good," he sighed, confirming my suspicions. "You know, I never considered myself to be anti-feminist, but I have to confess, it's beginning to hurt my male pride the way you make more money selling your paintings than I do herding cattle."

  He was obviously joking, but I wondered if there wasn't an ounce of truth in there too.

  "It's not a fair comparison," I said in an attempt to soothe him. "All the profits you make on the ranch are split between your four brothers, and then you take your share and invest it back into the ranch."

  "We needed the new breeding equipment and calf warmers," Colton said defensively. "And, we had to build a new barn and replace the pasture fencing."

  "I know. I'm not complaining," I said, and Colton settled down instantly. "You just need to take that into account whenever you feel like I'm making more money than you are."

  "Okay, but it would help if you'd stop having record-high sales on that online art gallery of yours." He winked at me playfully.

  "I can't help it if everyone wants a piece of the Hutchinson Ranch to hang on their wall." I giggled. It was amazing how well my paintings of the area and the handsome men who worked it were selling, and I was grateful to have found such success doing what I loved.

  Most of all, I was grateful to have found a place where I truly belonged and a family that filled my days with joy and love.