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Love Finds You in Sundance, Wyoming

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by Miralee Ferrell


  Travis grinned. “She would at that. Don’t worry; we’ll keep an eye on her.”

  “Good. See that you do.” The doctor swung into his buggy and picked up the reins. “I’ll check back in a couple of days, but I don’t think she’ll need me past that. Good day, Travis.”

  “To you, as well.” He raised his hand and stepped back out of the cloud of dust kicked up by the wheels. Angel would be up tomorrow. She could no longer hide in her room. He had a few things to say to that young woman, and he’d be jiggered if he’d let anyone stand in his way.

  The following morning Angel shuffled carefully into the living room, leaning on Libby’s arm. She hated looking like a weakling who couldn’t walk on her own, but the past days in bed had left her as feeble as a newborn fawn. At least Doc Simmons agreed to let her get up. As much as she wanted to keep hiding in her room, she was sick of staring at the same four walls. Guilt niggled at her mind. She couldn’t complain about her forced confinement. Libby and Grandmother had been wonderful, and Smokey had cooked some of the finest meals she could imagine.

  “Little one. You are out of bed!” Grandmother peered into the room and smiled. “May I bring you a cup of tea? Smokey has the kettle on, and I would love to join you.”

  Angel sank onto the sofa with a soft grunt. “That would be nice.”

  Libby touched her hair and then withdrew. “I’ll leave the two of you alone.”

  “There’s no need. Why don’t you join us?”

  Libby gave a quick shake of her head. “Nate’s waiting outside. We’re taking a walk by the creek.”

  “Ah.” Angel felt at a loss for words. She hadn’t thought about Nate in days. “Have a wonderful time.”

  “Thank you.” Libby slipped from the room at the same moment Grandmother entered. She carried a tray with a teapot, napkins, and two cups and saucers.

  Angel reached for the tray and winced. “Ouch. Guess I’m not ready for that yet. I’m sorry I can’t help.”

  “Nonsense. You sit and rest. I love pouring tea and waiting on my favorite granddaughter.”

  Angel grinned. “Aren’t I your only granddaughter?”

  “Yes. But I am very certain you would be my favorite if I had many more, so hush.” Grandmother’s eyes held a merry twinkle. She set the tray on a low, round table between them and picked up the teapot, pouring the steaming liquid into the cups. She placed the cup and saucer within easy reach of Angel. “So. I have much to tell you, now that you are better.”

  Angel straightened. Grandmother had already informed her a couple of weeks ago that she planned to return to Italy. What else could she have to share? “All right. I’d love to hear your news.” She folded her hands in her lap.

  Grandmother set her cup down. “I have made a decision.” She paused, letting the words bounce around the room and settle. “I will stay here. I do not go back to my home country.”

  “What?” Angel gripped the arm of the sofa, delight sparking in her heart. “Here? In America? On the ranch? What changed your mind?”

  “Slow down, mia. One question at a time, sí?” She crossed her arms, but a warm smile lit her face. “Yes, in America. Maybe on the ranch; that is yet to be decided.” She tossed a smile toward the kitchen before her gaze darted back to Angel. “Why? Let us just say there are…interesting people in this land.” Her smile widened. “And, my darling girl, you are the most important reason of all. Your heart is here.” She waved her hand in the air. “You do not wish to leave, and I do not wish to return without you.”

  “But Grandmother, Italy is your home. Won’t you be lonely if you stay here?”

  “No. I have you, and others, who I have come to care about. Besides, I understand things about you that I did not see when I came.”

  Angel lifted the cup and took a sip. “What kind of things?”

  “You are a strong woman, my Angel. That did not happen by accident. Your parents and uncle had much to do with your growth, but so did this magnificent land of your birth. You and the land, they are one. Do you see that? Just like you and Travis.”

  Angel choked on the tea and nearly toppled the rest of her drink onto her lap. She set it down, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and raised her gaze. “I’m not sure why you think that, but Travis and I—“ She shook her head, not sure how to continue. Her heart hurt just saying his name.

  Grandmother grasped the arms of her chair and pushed to her feet. “It is time to quit running, little one. You need to face who you are, and where you have come from.” She looked over Angel’s head at something behind her, and back at Angel. “Someone is here to see you. We will talk more of this later, if there is still need.” She leaned over, placed a gentle kiss on Angel’s cheek, and stood, sweeping from the room.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Angel shifted in her seat and tried to peek over her shoulder but couldn’t quite twist that far. Tiny stabs of pain assaulted her and she sank back against the sofa, letting it cradle her body. “Who’s there?” Libby would’ve said something by now, and James didn’t know how to keep quiet. A small shudder shook her. Travis.

  “Hello, Angel. May I join you?” He walked around the end of the sofa and stopped a stride away, his hat clutched in his hands.

  Panic set her heart to thumping. “I suppose. Although I’m a bit tired and was thinking about going to my room.”

  “I understand. I’ll try not to take too much time.” He glanced around the room, then settled into the chair Grandmother had vacated. “How are you feeling? I haven’t had a chance to talk to you since your injury.”

  Angel shifted in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable. She prayed he wouldn’t question her about the cattle raid. “Better, thank you. It’s nice to be up.” She stifled a groan. Here she’d just said she wanted to return to her room, then implied she’d rather stay up.

  “I’d like to ask you some questions.” He propped his boot on top of his knee and leaned back in the chair.

  A knock sounded against the archway, and Libby entered. “Sorry to disturb you, but Angel has a visitor.”

  Angel didn’t know whether to feel relief at the reprieve, or dismay at the chance of something worse happening. “Who’s here, Libby?”

  Travis rose from his seat and took a step forward. “Sheriff Jensen. I didn’t expect to see you today.”

  The sheriff strode into the room and met Travis’s outstretched hand, giving it a hearty shake. “Sorry I didn’t send word, but I was coming out this way and decided it might be wise to stop by. Doc Simmons mentioned he’d given Miss Ramirez permission to be up. I hoped to speak with her.” He nodded at Angel. “If you don’t mind, Miss?”

  Angel clenched her teeth and tried not to bolt from her seat. Her body began shaking, and she couldn’t seem to stop.

  Travis gazed at her, alarm written across his face. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Sheriff. Miss Ramirez isn’t feeling well. She needs to go back to her room.” He leaned toward Angel and held out his hand.

  A flood of peace washed over Angel’s heart. She’d asked God more than once to help her straighten out her life. Maybe He was giving her a chance to do so now. “Thank you, but I believe I’ll stay and speak to the sheriff.”

  His brows rose, and he straightened. “I’ll leave the two of you alone then.”

  She held out her hand. “Don’t leave. I’d like you to hear what I have to say.”

  He hesitated and nodded. “All right. Sheriff.” Travis waved at the empty chair. “Have a seat.”

  Sheriff Jensen sank into the padded leather chair. “I appreciate this, Miss Ramirez. I’m hoping you can clear up some confusion caused by some rather, shall we say, unusual accusations Bart Hinson has lodged against you.”

  “Hinson?” Travis gripped the arms of his chair. “That no good, low-down rustler? You’d believe anything that man has to say about Angel?”

  “Hold it.” The sheriff held up a warning hand. “I didn’t say I believe him, only that he’s made some strange statements. That
’s all.”

  Travis settled back in his seat but kept his grip on the chair. “All right. But I won’t tolerate any disrespect.”

  “Understood.” He turned to Angel. “Hinson claims you were part of his band a few years ago. That you rode with him and his men on more than one occasion when they rustled cattle. Can you explain that?”

  Angel laced her fingers together and gripped tight, hoping to quiet their shaking. “I can. My uncle raised me in an outlaw band after my parents died.”

  A gasp sounded from the open doorway; something hit the floor and shattered. Angel turned to the side and groaned. Grandmother stood frozen, gazing at the shards of broken glass at her feet. “I am sorry. I did not mean—it slipped, somehow.”

  Travis leapt to his feet and hurried to her side. “Please don’t worry, Maria. I’ll ask Smokey to clean it up.”

  “No, no. I should do it, not him.” Grandmother stooped over, but Travis grasped her arm.

  “I think you should sit down and hear what Angel has to say.” He glanced over her head at Angel, and she gave a slow nod. “It wouldn’t be fair to ask you to leave now.”

  “All right. If you are sure, my dear?” Grandmother turned an entreating gaze on Angel.

  “Yes. You need to understand. Come,” she patted the seat on the sofa next to her, “sit by me.”

  Grandmother made her way around the broken cup, and Travis took his seat, not seeming to care about the mess.

  Angel coiled her fingers around Grandmother’s hand and squeezed. “I’m sorry I haven’t told you this before. I didn’t want to hurt you. I see now that I have, in spite of everything.”

  “No, mia. It was just a surprise, that is all. Please, go ahead with your story.” Grandmother sat a little straighter.

  “After Mama and Papa died, Uncle José took me in. Papa had worked with him rounding up unbranded mavericks running loose on the range. Papa and José knew that wasn’t a crime, and the pay was good. After Papa died, José couldn’t work alone, and he needed to provide for me. He met a man who promised him big money if he’d fall in with their band. The job lasted for several months. Finally, they moved to a new spot and started again, and several men joined the group.”

  Sheriff Jensen sat forward. “Was Bart Hinson part of that group?”

  Angel shook her head. “No. He came later. After a while, José noticed an occasional branded calf mixed in, but the boss assured him they’d be cut out and returned to the range. My uncle believed him and forgot about the calves. Weeks later, it happened again, with the same explanation. After a few months, José began to wonder. The boss laughed and said Uncle was a fool to believe they’d only sell unbranded mavericks. He claimed José was in too deep to back out, as they’d been stealing branded stock for over a year and he’d be hung along with them if they were caught.”

  Travis nodded. “There’s many an honest cowpoke that started that way, and ended up getting greedy. Why didn’t your uncle saddle up and ride, rather than stay and keep at it?”

  “Fear for me. By this time I was ten years old, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d be turning men’s heads. If he tried to leave, the outlaws might kill him, and I’d be left unprotected. He decided to stay and work with the rustlers.”

  The sheriff laced his hands around his knee and leaned back. “Hinson claimed you rode with them on their raids. That true?”

  “Only once, on the last one. Four years ago José got worried. Hinson broke into my room one night, and my uncle found him standing over my bed as I slept. He was drunk and hadn’t touched me. That’s the only reason José didn’t kill him on the spot—that and because Hinson had several men who’d sworn their allegiance to him. Killing Hinson would have gotten my uncle killed and left me alone.”

  “Makes sense, but I’m a mite surprised your uncle still didn’t plug him.” The sheriff shrugged. “So what happened to make you ride with the men?”

  “A few months after finding Hinson in my room Uncle José decided I should leave the band. He told me to pack my saddlebag and be ready to ride.” Angel shuddered as the memories rushed over her. “We drove the herd through the early hours of the morning, and shortly after first light a posse rode up on our tail, led by a Texas Ranger. They opened fire, and I fled for the brush. José followed but was shot.” She choked on the words and placed her fingers over her lips.

  Grandmother patted her arm. “There, there, mia. It will be all right. Just go slow and tell us only what you must.”

  “No. I need to tell you all of it.” Angel sucked in a sharp breath. “Hinson shot a Texas Ranger in the back.”

  Grandmother fell against the back of the sofa. “Oh, dear heavens!”

  The men remained silent, but their eyes were locked on Angel.

  She plucked at a thread on the edge of her shirt, then raised her gaze and met the sheriff’s. “I bound José’s wound, and he went back to the fight. He told me he’d buy me as much time as he could and keep Hinson from following me. The entire posse died that day, and some of the men. I made for the hills. I’ve been running ever since, at first disguised as a man and hiring out as a varmint hunter from New Mexico to Wyoming territory.” She shot a glance at Travis and tried to smile. “But I got sick of being a boy and decided to live as a woman when I got to this ranch. Travis almost didn’t hire me, but I’m so thankful he decided to take a chance.”

  A pinched smile worked its way across Travis’s lips. “So am I. But I wish it hadn’t been under such awful circumstances.”

  Sheriff Jensen nodded. “I agree. But I need to know one more thing. What were you doing with Hinson’s men when they stole the Sundance Ranch cattle?”

  Travis edged to the front of his chair. “I’m satisfied she wasn’t helping them steal my stock. Can’t we let it go at that?”

  “No. We need the entire story.”

  Angel licked her lips. “I agree. Hinson gave Uncle José the slip and started hunting me not long after the band split. He found me on the range and told me I had to help him steal the cattle, or he’d kill all of you. He had one of his men set the fire and attack Smokey. I knew he was capable of murder, so I agreed.” She shot a look at Travis. “I knew it was wrong, but I was so afraid for the people I’d come to love. I prayed, asking God to take charge of my life and help me, and He did. That’s all. I guess I’m guilty of cattle rustling.”

  Sheriff Jensen turned to Travis. “You told me she took a shot at Hinson when you rode up, is that correct?”

  “Yes, sir. She hit him.”

  “So Miss Ramirez was trying to prevent the theft of your cattle, not aid in the rustling. That the way you see it?”

  A slow grin chased away the fear that had lodged there seconds ago. “It sure is, Sheriff.”

  The sheriff pushed to his feet and plucked his hat from a nearby table. “My business here is finished.” He gave a slight bow. “Ladies, enjoy your day. And Miss Ramirez, I hope you recover quickly. We’ll need you to testify at Hinson’s trial, although no doubt he’ll be found guilty and hanged.” He placed his hat on his head and walked to the door without looking back.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Travis stared at the sheriff as he disappeared through the doorway, then pushed to his feet. “Guess I shoulda seen him out.” He ran his hand over his hair, still feeling a bit muddled at Angel’s story.

  Grandmother cleared her throat, and Travis blinked a couple of times. “Young man, help me to my feet. I will find Smokey and get that mess cleaned up. You should take my granddaughter outside in the fresh air, is that not right?”

  He scratched his chin and smiled. “Yeah.”

  Maria leaned over, whispered something low in Angel’s ear, and brushed the hair off her forehead, placing a firm kiss there. “Quit running, little one. It’s time to trust God.”

  Travis heard the words with only half his mind. He still couldn’t quite take in everything he’d heard. Angel had been raised in an outlaw gang, and Hinson had been after her all this time?
A slow rage built in his gut and threatened to choke him. He shook himself and pushed down the anger. No need to let hatred take root in his heart. God would judge the man’s sins.

  Angel sat still, staring at her hands twisted in her lap.

  Travis wanted to haul her to her feet and envelop her in a hug, but he didn’t know if she’d accept his touch. Hadn’t she made it clear she didn’t care for him the way he cared for her? A sudden thought struck him. She’d been running from her past for years. Was it possible her rejection had been due to her fear of discovery? And hadn’t he just heard her say she’d lied to protect the people she loved? Hope emerged like a butterfly trying to escape a cocoon.

  “Angel? Will you spend a few minutes outside on the porch?”

  “I suppose.” She didn’t look up but put her good arm under her and tried to push up off the sofa.

  Travis held out his hand. She hesitated, then placed her small one in his. He didn’t let go once she got on her feet but tucked her hand under the crook of his elbow and squeezed it against his side. “Come on. Smokey will come in soon, and I’d like to get outside before he decides to start visiting.”

  Angel nodded but kept silent. They made their way through the house and out the front door. She sank onto the end of a porch swing with a high back and sighed.

  Travis looked at the space next to her with longing. He hooked his toe around the leg of a chair, pulling it close, and sank onto it. “Angel?”

  She kept her head down and didn’t respond.

  “What are you afraid of? The sheriff said you’re in the clear. He’s not holding you responsible for your uncle’s decisions or what happened with Hinson. Shouldn’t you be celebrating?”

  She shrugged. “I suppose.”

 

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