A Highlander of Her Own

by Melissa Mayhue

  As she walked down the dusty sidewalk toward the little store where she’d parked her old pickup, she was determined not to let even the busy noise of the little town darken her mood. Soon enough she’d have to deal with all the unpleasantness life had thrown in her path the past few weeks. For the next couple of hours she just wanted to savor the one positive she had been given.

  The tests were all negative. Whatever this thing on her chest was, it wasn’t skin cancer.

  Doc Hill had offered to set up an appointment with a skin specialist in Dallas, but Ellie had declined. She wasn’t sure how she was going to pay Doc Hill, let alone come up with money for some expensive big-city doctor. At this point, if it wasn’t going to kill her, by necessity it fell to the bottom of her list of priorities.

  The little bell above the door jingled merrily when Ellie walked into the old store.

  “Well, I’ll be! You’re looking right happy there today, Ellie. Haven’t seen you smiling like that since before—” The old man behind the counter paused and coughed to buy himself some time before lamely finishing. “Yes sir, you sure do look nice today.”

  Ellie knew what he’d been going to say. Since her mother’s death, nothing had been worth smiling about. Until today.

  “Thank you, Mr. Paul. How’s Herman?”

  “He perked right up after you were out to the house. The wife couldn’t believe it. Nobody could ever get that cat to take pills like you did, Ellie. Darndest thing I ever did see. You sure got a special way with animals.” The old man nodded to himself.

  “I’m just glad I could help.”

  Special way with animals? Mr. Paul didn’t know the half of it. She used to think she had a gift, an empathy for all four-legged creatures. But recently that gift had turned into something else altogether. Something bizarre and frightening.

  Either that or she was going stark, raving mad.

  “Sure is hot today. Bet we’re in for a storm tonight.”

  “I wouldn’t doubt it,” Ellie agreed, wiping her hand along the back of her neck. Even pulled back in a ponytail, her long, heavy hair stuck to her skin in this heat.

  Ellie walked to the far shelf, studying the canned goods. Something portable and cheap was what she needed. Something she could keep in the pickup until she decided what to do.

  Don’t think about it now.

  She had, after all, promised herself a couple of hours’ reprieve.

  “Vern Peters was in earlier,” the shopkeeper called from the front of the store. “He said when he drove past your place there was a truck out there looked an awful lot like Ray Stanton’s.”

  Just the mention of that man’s name made Ellie’s stomach turn. Her reprieve was over. Time to face the chaos her life had become.

  “Yes sir, Mr. Paul, that’s his truck alright. He showed up yesterday. Heard about mama’s death and seems to think he has a right to take over the place.”

  Ray had been sitting on the porch, his filthy boots propped on the railing when she’d come in from checking on the sheep.

  “Oo-whee, girl! You always did fill out a pair a jeans like nobody else.” He’d taken a long drag on his cigarette, then tossed it to the porch and ground it out with his heel.

  “What are you doing here?” Some small part of her had known the minute she’d pulled off the road and seen his truck.

  “Now, Ellie darlin’, is that any way to talk to your old daddy?”

  “You’re not my father. Now get off my property.” She didn’t want anything to do with the loser her mother had made the mistake of marrying five years ago. A marriage that hadn’t lasted twelve months.

  “Oh, I don’t think I’ll be leaving anytime soon. Way I see it, with Nora passed, this is rightly my property now. I talked to the sheriff and he agrees. I’ve decided to move back in. But don’t you worry your pretty little head. You can stay if you want. I’m sure we can work out something you can do to earn your keep around here.”

  The conversation had gone straight downhill from there. Finally, with Ray’s laughter and taunts ringing in her ears, Ellie had run to her pickup and sped away, leaving gravel and dust heavy in her wake.

  There was no point in her going to see the sheriff. He was Ray’s brother-in-law.

  Peanut butter, bread, a toothbrush, soap, some canned goods. A can opener. Ellie gathered items she would need and headed up to the counter, trying to calculate just how much cash she would have left.

  She paused to look longingly at the rack of paperbacks at the front of the store. Her favorite author had a new Highlander romance out, but for now she’d have to content herself with rereading the one she had out in the truck.

  Reluctantly she turned her back on the books and piled her selections on the checkout counter.

  “As I recall, your mama never did rightly divorce ol’ Ray, now did she?”

  “No sir, Mr. Paul. She didn’t.” Nora hadn’t left a will, either.

  “That’s a damn dirty shame. I guess that good-for-nothing bum sees this as his golden ticket. You gonna fight him on it?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  Fight him? Oh, she could take him to court. Probably could win if she got herself a good lawyer—which she couldn’t afford. And Ray? His older brother was a big-shot attorney over in Austin.

  “Well, it don’t seem right to me.” Ben Paul shook his head, then peered over his reading glasses. “You going back to College Station in the fall? You gonna be a vet like your mama wanted you to?”

  “Right now I can’t say. After those developers were out from Dallas, Mama and I had talked about selling off some of the north pastureland so I could finish school, but now…” Ellie let the words drift off.

  Between her mother’s death and Ray claiming rights to the ranch, the likelihood of her being able to sell off part of the land was pretty remote. Finishing school would have to wait.

  The shopkeeper added up the items Ellie set on the counter. “That’ll be thirty-seven fifty.”

  She dug into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out her last two twenties, returning the meager change in their place.

  With a wave, she left the store and loaded the two brown paper bags into the seat of her old pickup before heading out of town.

  School? Who was she kidding? Until all this mess with Ray was straightened out, she had exactly two dollars and fifty cents to her name. And not even a place to sleep tonight.

  After dark the night before, she’d returned to her house and snuck out back where the load of wash she’d done was still hanging on the line. Thank goodness she’d at least been able to get a clean change of clothing to wear into town today.

  For now she headed to the same place she’d spent the night before, out to the far pasture on her land. To her favorite place by the river that flowed across a corner of the property.

  Pulling her pickup to a stop under the dappled shade of a huge old mesquite tree, Ellie climbed out and walked over to the riverbank, breathing in the familiar smell of the place.

  This had been her favorite spot for as long as she could remember. It was quiet here. Peaceful. A private place where she had always come to think, to plan, to daydream.

  She grabbed her new bar of peach soap from the bag of groceries, peeled out of her clothes and dove into the river. The cool water closed over her, washing away her worries for the moment, along with the grime of the day.

  “A clean body means a clean mind,” her grandmama had always said. Ellie hoped that was the case now. She needed her thoughts to be clear in order to plan what she would do next.

  Heat hung in the air, even as dark approached. In no time she was dry, except for her hair. After putting on her jeans and a clean T-shirt, she ran a comb through her curls before using an old bandanna that had been lying on the floorboard of her truck to tie her hair up into a ponytail. It would be a mass of long tangles tomorrow, but she had more important things to worry about now.

  Reaching under the seat of the old Ford, she pulled out her favorite r
omance novel, the pages worn from the number of times she’d read it to escape into the fantasy of the Scots Highlands. Reading had long been her refuge whenever she was unhappy.

  And “unhappy” certainly was hovering over her tonight.

  Things had gone so wrong lately. Her mother’s death had been the first. Less than a week later this awful red mark had showed up on her chest. Then there were all the strange games her mind had started playing on her. Now Ray was back.

  Ellie finished up her cold canned dinner, not wanting to start a fire and draw attention to her location. She bagged her trash and tossed it into the bed of her pickup before sitting down at the foot of her favorite mulberry tree. From here she could hear the fish break the surface of the water to gobble down the dark berries that fell from the limbs hanging over the river.

  In the far distance, thunder rumbled and lightning jagged a path to the ground, flashing a bright white in the growing dark.

  There wasn’t enough light left to read, but just having her book in her lap was comforting. She stroked her hand over the cover as she tried to come to some decisions.

  She couldn’t live out here in her pickup forever. What was she going to do? More specifically, what was she going to do about Ray taking over her home?

  That slimy worm!

  She hated the man. He was even worse than all the chauvinistic cowboys she’d grown up around. This low-life had broken her mother’s heart and now he had the nerve to show up and think she would forget all he’d done? He was so full of himself. Sitting up there on the porch yesterday, leering down at her, making his dirty little insinuations about what she’d have to do to stay in her own home.

  “I’ll have you know I already earn my keep around here, Ray. I work this ranch, which is more than you ever did in the short time you were here.”

  He stood up from his chair and pushed the sweat-stained straw cowboy hat back on his head. “You need a man, honey. And I don’t mean for working those damn sheep. I can be that man.”

  “Don’t flatter yourself. You think I’d be interested in a man my mama kicked to the curb?” Ellie laughed, masking the fear she felt.

  Ray’s eyes had hardened at that. “Look around you, missy. You got some secret true love out there somewhere who’s gonna come riding up to your rescue? One of them bare-chested guys from those books you and your mama used to read?” He’d laughed at her then, a thin mean bark of a laugh. “I don’t exactly see you beating guys off with a stick, Ellie. You’re too goddamned picky for your own good. But that’s getting ready to change. You want to live in my house, you’re going to do what I want, the way I want it. Matter of fact, I’m thinking you could peel out of them jeans and we could start right now.”

  She’d run then. Jumped in her old truck and raced away. Straight to this spot, where she’d cried until she’d finally fallen asleep.

  But that was yesterday. This morning she’d gone into town and gotten the best news she’d had in months. It was the start of a whole new chapter in her life.

  Now she would…what?

  What could she do? The frustration of feeling so completely powerless in this situation almost had her in tears again, but she fought it down. She would think of something, some way to deal with this. Her mama always did say she was stronger than she gave herself credit for.

  She leaned her head back against the massive tree trunk and closed her eyes.

  When she was younger she would come out here, stare up at the stars and dream of her perfect man—her “true love” as Ray had called him. He would show up in her little town and sweep her off her feet. A man with whom she could be as happy as she remembered her mama and daddy being together.

  In those days she had truly believed he was out there somewhere and that wishing on a falling star would bring him to her.

  Thunder rumbled again, much closer this time.

  “Even the gods are laughing at that idea,” she muttered, watching as the lightning drew closer.

  Whoever her dream man had been, he certainly wasn’t any of the boys she’d dated around here. They were all alike. They talked about how their “little woman” belonged at home, raising babies and cooking meals. Barefoot and pregnant, as the old saying went, sure wasn’t the life for her. Especially not with a man who thought he had the right to tell her what she should be doing all the time. She’d had more than enough of that from the guys she’d known all her life.

  Besides, she didn’t want a man. She would never be weak like her mama had been. She wouldn’t settle for the first cowboy that came knocking just because she wanted love so badly. Wouldn’t go looking for some man to take care of her. She could take care of herself.

  Still, the old fairy-tale dream wouldn’t fade that easily. Just for this one moment she allowed herself to feel that dream again. To want. Wouldn’t it be wonderful? If such a man really did exist?

  “That’s still what I’d wish for,” she whispered. “To find that one man who’s meant for me, my true love, wherever he is.” She glanced down at the dog-eared book lying next to her and smiled. “A Highlander of my own would be totally cool.”

  The spot on her chest began to tingle and she unconsciously rubbed at it as she watched the lightning cut through the dark. A quick count to the next peal of thunder told her the storm was still miles away, but she could already smell the rain on the gentle breeze.

  The tingle grew stronger and she felt the hair on her arms stand up as the next bolt of lightning met the ground within feet of where she sat.

  “That’s weird,” she muttered, rising to her feet.

  Green lightning? She’d seen a whole lot of thunderstorms in her twenty-three years, but she’d never seen the like of that before.

  She forgot all about counting to the next clap of thunder when lights of all colors began to twinkle and flash around her.

  “What the…?”

  The breath was sucked from her lungs as she felt the sudden rush of forward momentum and the stomach-dropping sensation of a free fall into nothingness. A rainbow of lights flashed and danced in a frenzy, circling about her, passing around and through her, all as she felt her body speeding through an eerily green-lit emptiness.

  A thought about the storm being too far away for lightning to have struck her flashed through her mind just before her world faded to blackness.

  Three

  DUN ARD

  SCOTLAND

  1304

  Hurts.

  “Who’s there?” Ellie awoke in the dark, cold and disoriented, her eyes at first unable to focus, sensitive from the bright flashes she’d experienced. With the sound of a hard, steady rain beating above her head, it all came rushing back to her. As impossible as it seemed, she must have been struck by lightning. What else could explain all those crazy lights she’d seen? Still, as best she could remember, the storm had been miles away. It made absolutely no sense.

  Hurts.

  Someone was here with her. It was a plaintive voice, vaguely familiar, as if she’d heard it, or one like it, before.

  She opened her eyes as wide as possible, willing them to adjust quickly to the dimly lit surroundings as she stretched out her hand, feeling around her.

  Her fingers encountered a large, furry mound.

  Hurts.

  “Hold on. I’ll help you.”

  Where had she heard that strange, reedy voice before? Not heard, exactly. Nothing out loud. More like sound and pictures floating inside her head.

  “Oh my God!”

  Now she remembered. The day after the mark had shown up on her breast, her mind had started playing horrible tricks on her. It had happened for the first time out at the Pauls’ ranch when she’d been so sure she’d heard their cat speaking in her mind as if through mental telepathy. Mental telepathy with pictures.

  And it had continued to happen ever since.

  Ellie jerked her hand back and bolted upright, immediately wishing she hadn’t as a pain shot through her head and waves of dizziness assailed her.
Raising both hands to her temples, she concentrated on not passing out as shivers racked her body.

  None of this made any sense. Could the pain and the dizziness and the cold shivers all be the aftereffects of a lightning strike? She didn’t remember ever having heard anyone describing feeling like this after such an experience.

  Trying to calm herself, she breathed in deeply, an exercise that quickly told her she wasn’t anywhere near her river any longer.

  In fact, the smells that assaulted her nose were those of a barn. It even felt like hay under her hands when she reached back down. With her eyes adjusting to the dim light, she recognized she was in some kind of a stall and standing next to her was what had to be the largest dog she had ever seen.

  Help.

  The largest, most pitiful dog she had ever seen, she quickly amended.

  After only a moment’s hesitation, she crawled toward the animal and, reaching out, she gently stroked her hand down his side. Something was wrong. The dog was in pain.

  Ellie had always had a natural affinity for animals. For years she had worked summers as an assistant to the vet in their county, helping with the animals in his care. Recently, though, since the mark had shown up, her affinity had become something else all together. Something scary. Scary to the point where she’d been avoiding all animals other than the sheep on her ranch.

  People didn’t “hear” animals. Not normal, sane people anyway.

  But this pitiful creature needed her, his pathetic plea reaching her heart. She couldn’t turn her back on him.

  “You poor baby. What’s happened to you?” she crooned as she continued to softly stroke the thick, wiry fur. Her fingers rippled over every one of the dog’s prominent ribs. “They sure don’t overfeed you, do they?” she murmured, exploring down the dog’s front legs.

  He stood quietly until her hand reached his foot.

  Hurts.

  “I know.” She focused on the picture in her mind. This was the source of his pain. “I’ll be careful. Let me have a look.” She lifted the paw, wet from the dog’s licking at it.