Blazing Hot Cowboy

by Kim Redford

  He glanced down the street where Lauren had parked her SUV in front of the café and was just running inside. Perfect. He quickly walked over to the station and checked the front. So far, so good. The structure wasn’t pumping smoke out of the cracks around the bay doors. Yet it was only a matter of time before a building so dry and drafty with such an oxygen-rich interior would feed the flames till there was no saving it. Far as he could tell, the structure hadn’t reached that point yet.

  He jogged around the side of the building, checking out the corrugated tin that lined the roof and sides. Metal would help stop the flames outside, but he figured the inside would be mostly flammable wood. When he reached the back door, he felt the heat of the blaze as more smoke oozed out around the door and windows.

  He coughed from the smoke, then quickly pulled up his face mask and eased on his thick leather gloves. He eyed the back door. He hoped there’d be no blowback when he opened the door and introduced extra oxygen into the structure. He had to be fast, whatever he did now. He stood to one side so he’d be behind the door for a little protection. He wrapped his gloved hand around the old metal handle and jerked open the door. No flames rushed out at him, so he looked inside. Fortunately, sunlight and firelight illuminated the room enough so he could see what was going on.

  Greasy rags—maybe gasoline soaked from the smell—had been stuffed into three old oil cans and placed underneath an old schoolhouse-type wooden desk that was built solid as a rock. If the desk had been made of pressboard or other flammable material, the fire would already have consumed the desk and leaped to other combustibles. As it stood at the moment, the desk was only now catching fire and sending up swirls of dark smoke.

  He slipped one fire extinguisher off his shoulder, along with the shovel, and set them down on a bare dirt patch. He stepped up into the structure, shrugged the other canister off his shoulder, and aimed the nozzle. He started to lay down a chemical containment around the outer edge of the fire, working as quickly as possible against the hissing and spitting of a blaze that fought back. Soon a finger of fire escaped and leaped up toward the wall. He caught his breath, knowing that a single stray spark could end in disaster. He turned the nozzle upward and sprayed the blaze repeatedly until it gave out. He felt sweat trickle down his face as he exhaled in relief. If he hadn’t been there at that very moment, the building most likely would have been lost to the fire.

  But that extra spurt of chemical had emptied the can. He quickly moved outside, set the canister down, and picked up the full one. He glanced around to make sure no other flames were in evidence before he walked back into the building. He checked his surroundings again, but the fire hadn’t spread from the original area. He sprayed a complete containment field around the desk to limit the fire’s ability to jump to other parts of the structure. He worked fast until he quickly emptied the fire extinguisher. He needed another canister, but he didn’t have one, so he’d have to go with his backup plan.

  He stepped outside, set the empty can next to other one, then grabbed the spade and dug deep into the clumpy, black soil. When he had the shovel piled high with dirt, he carried it back into the building. He was relieved to see the containment area was holding back the blaze. He dumped dirt on top of each oil can until the fires sputtered, gained strength, then sputtered and went out, sending up dark, acrid-smelling smoke. He sighed in relief. The desk was smoldering, but he couldn’t see any more flames.

  He stepped outside again, jerked off his mask, and tucked it in his pocket. He stuck his shovel in the ground beside the canisters and bent over with his hands on his knees as he sucked in a deep lungful of clean air.

  “Kent!” Lauren shouted as she ran over to him with a fire extinguisher hanging from a strap on each shoulder. “Are you okay?”

  He stood up, shocked to see her. “What are you doing here? I thought you were safely away with Hannah.”

  “I was. But you needed help. Sure-Shot needed help.” She set the canisters on the ground. “I brought more fire extinguishers.”

  He grabbed her around the waist, lifted her off the ground, spun her around in a circle, and held her tight as he set her back on her feet. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”

  “I’m fine.” She pushed back from him. “You’re the one who has been in danger. Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. I’m just catching my breath.”

  “That’s a relief.” She looked over at the station where smoke slowly curled out the back door. “What about the fire?”

  “I caught it in time.” He picked up one of the canisters she’d brought. “But I’m glad you brought more cans. We can use them.”

  “I’ll help.” She picked up the other full fire extinguisher.

  “Come on.” He quickly stepped back into the station and made room for her to join him.

  “Looks like you did a good job with limited supplies.” She walked over and examined the blackened area.

  “I did my best.” He pointed the nozzle of his can and sprayed chemicals over the dirt covering the oil cans. When he’d emptied the canister, he motioned for her to finish up the job.

  She resprayed the containment area, slowly extinguishing the last of the glowing embers and putting a stop to the rising smoke.

  He walked around the mostly empty interior of the structure to make sure he hadn’t missed any wayward sparks that might later burst into flames. Everything looked okay.

  “Thanks to your quick thinking, this Sinclair station still stands,” Lauren said quietly, putting the empty can’s strap over her shoulder.

  “I’m glad we were here at the right time.” He walked back to where she stood just inside the open door. “You helped, too. Thanks.”

  “Odd, isn’t it? This building has been hit twice.”

  He nodded, not liking what her words suggested about the trouble in Sure-Shot. “The fires may be random, but it’s beginning to look like somebody might have it in for this station or the family.”

  Lauren nodded in agreement, eyes dark with concern.

  “Come on. Let’s get out of here.” He wanted her safely away from the stench and the destruction.

  She quickly stepped outside and set her canister beside his empty fire extinguishers.

  He followed her actions, keeping an eye out for anything that looked like it didn’t belong or that might help solve the mystery of the fire.

  “I don’t know how you had time to take Hannah to Wildcat Bluff and get back here so fast,” he said with a puzzled lilt to his voice.

  She appeared a little guilty. “Hannah’s drinking lemonade at the Bluebonnet.”

  “What?”

  “She’s safe there. I didn’t want to scare or worry her by rushing her out of the area in a panic. And I knew you’d get the fire under control. It couldn’t have been a big one or we’d have seen more indication.”

  “True, but you never know about a fire.” He frowned at her, wishing she’d done what he’d asked and yet glad she’d returned with the extra canisters.

  “Besides, I wasn’t going to leave you here alone, not when Hannah could be safe at the café and I could retrieve her in a matter of minutes.” Lauren stepped closer and smiled sweetly up at him. “I grabbed Elsie’s extra cans and slipped away while all the business owners were pulling out water hoses and fire extinguishers in case they needed them.”

  He couldn’t help but respond to her luring him out of his worry. “You know I appreciate it, but next time—”

  “I’ll be better prepared as a Wildcat Bluff volunteer firefighter, won’t I?” She chuckled as she leaned in close to him.

  “You bet.” He put an arm around her slim body and pulled her close, giving her a hard hug as much in relief that they were all okay as in a promise for more later. She also sounded like she meant to get more involved in Wildcat Bluff, and that set his heart to beating fast in anticipat
ion of their future.

  She snuggled against his body. “Guess I always wanted a cowboy firefighter of my own.” She glanced up at him with a teasing light in her brown eyes.

  “Guess you got one.” He placed a kiss against her forehead, wanting to follow up on her words but knowing the time wasn’t right. “For now, we’d better let folks know all is well here.”

  She sighed and moved back from him.

  He pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket. “I’ll call Sheriff Calhoun so he can come out and have a look. I’ll also call Dune and ask him to come babysit the station till he’s sure there’s not going to be a flare-up. Plus, he’s pretty good at spotting evidence.”

  “Good. Will Dune let Aunt Hedy know?”

  “Sure. But don’t you want to call her?”

  Lauren shook her head, glancing away. “I’ll call Elsie and she can tell the others that their businesses are no longer in danger.”

  “Okay.” Kent wondered why Lauren didn’t want to call Hedy, but he didn’t figure it was any of his business. Anyway, the fewer calls they made the quicker they’d be done. He hit speed dial, reported the situation to the sheriff, and got Dune on the line while Lauren talked with Elsie.

  When they were both done, he slipped his cell back into his pocket. As much as he wanted to stay close to Lauren, he needed to take photos and get a quick look around in case anything got disturbed later.

  “Did you talk to Billye Jo?” Lauren looked at her phone, a puzzled frown on her face. “I tried earlier, but she didn’t answer her cell.”

  “She’ll probably be here any minute.”

  “I’ll try again.” Lauren punched in a number, listened a moment, then shook her head. “Still no answer.”

  “When she gets here, she won’t like what she sees one little bit.”

  “But she’ll like it a lot better than if she’d lost the building.”

  “True enough. Wait here a minute while I get my camera out of the truck.” He quickly picked up the canisters along with the spade, then hurried out to his truck. He stowed the equipment away, jerked off the mask, and tossed it on the backseat. Finally, he picked up his camera and walked to the back of the building.

  He searched the ground for something that didn’t fit, but nothing caught his eye. He could see the area wouldn’t be easy to investigate due to old detritus like rusted car parts, leaky cans, and shredded red work rags, but Sheriff Calhoun would need a report since the fire appeared to be arson. He took photos outside, then finished up inside.

  “All done?” Lauren asked.

  “Yep. I doubt there’s much that will help us identify the firebug, but maybe something will give us a clue.”

  “I hope so.”

  A moment later, he heard the sound of a horse. He glanced up and saw a woman riding a bay across the field toward him. She led a brown-and-white paint pony.

  “Now there’s a welcome sight.” He pointed toward the rider. “Looks like Billye Jo decided to ride instead of drive to meet us.”

  “Is that Hannah’s pony?”

  “I’d guess so.”

  “I’m so excited for my daughter.”

  “So am I.”

  She turned toward him, gave him a hug, and then ran to meet Billye Jo and the horses.

  He couldn’t help but smile at her happiness. No doubt about it, Lauren belonged in Wildcat Bluff County.

  Chapter 27

  Lauren could hardly contain her excitement. She was about to complete a promise to her daughter. Back in Houston, this moment had appeared almost impossible. But in Wildcat Bluff County, just about everything appeared possible. She took a deep breath to control her emotions. With the danger of the fire and the sight of Hannah’s pony, she was bouncing between extremes. If she wasn’t careful, she’d appear to be riding a sugar wave like Hannah probably was at this very moment in the Bluebonnet Café.

  She stopped her headlong rush and looked back at Kent just to savor the moment. They were doing this together, another something she wouldn’t have been able to imagine in Houston. She simply couldn’t ask for a better friend in Wildcat Bluff, or a friend so hot he set her internal thermostat on constant high. But thoughts like that were for later. Right now, she wanted nothing but horses on her mind.

  She watched as Billye Jo set her mount to a trot, quickly swept across the open field, and pulled her bay—a reddish-brown horse with dark mane and tail—to a stop. She tossed a leg over her saddle horn, leaped to the ground, dropped the reins in a ground-tie, and strode over to them with a big grin on her face.

  “Did somebody order up a paint pony?” Billye Jo gestured toward the brown-and-white pony that now stood beside the bay. “Meet Spot. She’s a good little pony for a good little girl.”

  “Oh, she’s beautiful!” Lauren exclaimed as she hurried over to the pony with a long white mane and tail.

  “Spot doesn’t bite, buck, or kick.”

  “Perfect,” Lauren said.

  Kent walked over and ran a hand down the white blaze on Spot’s long nose. “Fine-looking animal.”

  “Thanks,” Billye Jo said. “Spot belonged to a little girl who hated to give up her pony, but she’d grown big enough to need a horse. Now she just wants Spot to have a good home and a loving rider.”

  “I think Hannah fits the bill.” Lauren felt more excited than ever as she looked over the pony.

  “I hope so,” Billye Jo said. “Spot won’t stay on the market long, so I wanted you to have first chance to snap her up.”

  “She suits me fine, but Hannah will have the final say.” Lauren reached out and stroked Spot’s thick, full mane.

  “Spot’s a pony who likes her apples and oats, don’t you?” Billye Jo asked.

  Lauren looked into Spot’s dark-brown eyes that were much the same color as Hannah’s. “If I don’t miss my guess, my daughter will love you and give you lots of special treats.”

  Spot gave a soft nicker, lifted her head, and nuzzled Lauren’s shoulder with her thick lips in a grooming gesture that revealed her acceptance.

  “Looks like you’ve already made a friend.” Billye Jo gave everybody a big smile.

  “I notice you’ve got a blanket, saddle, and halter on her.” Kent gestured toward the tack. “Do those come with her?”

  “Sure do.” Billye Jo patted the empty saddle seat made of natural leather and decorated with fancy leather trim around the rim. “Spot’s used to this saddle and it’s a child’s saddle, so it’ll perfectly fit Hannah. We can adjust the stirrups for your daughter’s height.”

  “She’s tall for her age,” Lauren said, “so I think we’ll need to let out the stirrups.”

  “Easy to do,” Kent said. “I can take care of it.”

  “Good,” Billye Jo agreed. “Just make sure they’re comfortable for Hannah.”

  “Will do.” Kent reached over and stroked down the bay’s nose. “What a beauty.”

  “Thanks.” Billye Jo walked over and gave the horse a pat on his wide jaw. “Rowdy here is my daughter Serena’s baby. They’ve run many a barrel together. I’m just giving Rowdy some exercise to keep him in shape till Serena gets home.”

  Kent reached under Rowdy’s head and felt the gelding’s throat behind his jaws. “Good size. He can draw plenty of wind when he runs, can’t he?”

  “You know it,” Billye Jo agreed. “When Serena gets her business up and running, she plans to rodeo again.”

  “I’d like to see her compete,” Kent said.

  “And I’m sure Hannah will as well.” Lauren stroked down Rowdy’s long nose. “You’re a handsome horse.”

  “Even better,” Billye Jo said, “he’s fast.”

  Lauren nodded in understanding, feeling happy to be around horses and equestrians again. She could hardly wait for Hannah to meet Spot.

  Kent cleared his throat, glanced at
the Sinclair station, then back at Billye Jo. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, particularly on such a happy occasion, but—”

  “But what?” Billye Jo’s smile turned into a frown. “Go ahead and spit it out. I can take it.”

  “You had a break-in and fire in your building.” Kent pointed back toward the Sinclair station.

  Billye Jo whipped her head around, gave a frustrated groan, and stomped over to the building’s back door. She peered inside, checked the busted lock, and put her hands on her hips. “Well, I’ll be hornswoggled.”

  “I’m so sorry.” Lauren hurried to Billye Jo with Kent on her heels. “Fortunately, you’d planned to meet us here, so we arrived in time to save the structure. There’s not too much damage.”

  “Thank you.” Billye Jo shook her head as she looked around. “That old desk isn’t much of a loss. We’re fortunate Serena hadn’t stored any of her vintage Sinclair items here.”

  “You’re fortunate all the way around,” Kent added. “But it’s odd. Who stuffs old oil cans with greasy rags and sets them on fire? It’s almost as if the firebug wanted a contained fire instead of a whole building fire.”

  “It is odd,” Lauren agreed. “But that fire still could’ve burned down the station.”

  “All’s well that ends well.” Billye Jo turned to look at them. “I can’t thank you enough for saving Serena’s dream. She would’ve been brokenhearted if she’d lost this building.”

  “Glad we could help,” Kent said.

  “You know,” Billye Jo continued, “somebody went to a lot of trouble to break the lock and start a fire inside. I have to wonder if that dad-burned varmint came back to finish the job.”

  Kent nodded in agreement. “Do you have any ideas? Maybe somebody wants to cause you, your family, or Sure-Shot trouble?”