“You mean besides the job as deputy sheriff?”
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Dakota nodded as Chase pulled up at his house. “It looks just the same…except for the two old ladies standing in your yard.” Chase nodded toward the house.
Dakota followed his gesture and groaned.
Chase grinned. “What’s up with them?”
“That’s the Mulgrew sisters. Mary and Margaret.
They live next door. Don’t you remember them?”
Chase’s eyes widened. “Wait a minute…you mean they’re still alive?”
Dakota nodded. “Alive and well and out to take care of me now that my mom is visiting Susan and helping take care of the twins.”
Chase unsnapped his seat belt and jumped from the sedan. Dakota followed suit. Reaching into the back of the car, he grabbed one of the two boxes he’d put in his car, intending to bring them home before his transmis-sion had given out.
“I’ll help you with those,” Chase offered.
“You just want to see what the Mulgrew sisters have to say.”
Chase chuckled, the first real laugh he’d heard from his friend since meeting up with him again. “They were a pair back then.”
They started up the leaf-covered sidewalk toward the house. Mary and Margaret both wasted no time in hurrying toward them.
The shorter of the two, Mary, her light blue hair distinguishing her from her older (by only a few minutes) sister, who had silver hair, started forward. “It’s awful.
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nip.” Margaret motioned with her hand, as if tipping a bottle up, and then dropped it into her other hand, clasp-ing them, worrying the white hankie that was in her other hand. “Bless your mother’s heart. If she saw that she’d turn white with shock.”
“Not sister and me though,” Mary added. “I do say, it is shocking, but then, we grew up in poverty and saw worse back then, though you didn’t flaunt it.”
“Well, you did if you were one of them,” Margaret lifted an eyebrow to match her superior tone.
“Margaret,” Mary admonished.
Dakota raised a hand. “Um, excuse me.”
Both women turned from each other to look at him expectantly. Before he could say a word, however, Margaret launched back into her speech. “We thought about calling the police but then, you are a pastor and are supposed to have mercy and we decided you’d probably seek out a homeless shelter—”
“Or something,” Mary added, not to be left out.
“I’m not sure…that is…” Dakota began trying to decide what to address first in all they had just said. These women had a way of turning his dark brown hair a bit grayer with every meeting. He was certain those first few gray hairs he’d found the other day were attributa-ble to conversations like this.
“Have we met?” Margaret interrupted, staring oddly at Chase. “You look familiar.”
Chase cleared his throat. “I’m Chase Sandoval, ma’am.”
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yeah, I’d, um…forgotten.” He cast a look at Dakota, hoping for help.
Dakota was still trying to figure out why he’d want to contact a homeless shelter.
“We certainly didn’t forget,” Margaret told him. “I always worried you were going to grow up to be a hoodlum. Looks like you turned out good—unless you’re here for counseling from Pastor Cody.”
“Pastor—”
“Cody…” Dakota acknowledged. “They’re the only ones who still call me that name.” He smiled patiently.
“But he’s not. Here for counseling, that is. Which brings us around full court. Can you tell me, ladies, why I might want to call a homeless shelter?”
The sound of his swing creaking brought his head around to his porch—and his jaw dropped.
A woman, no more than five and a half feet tall, stood up. It wasn’t just a woman though, it was…he glanced at her outfit and saw why Margaret and Mary had worried about who was on his porch.
Moving past the two women, he headed toward the steps and slowly climbed to the porch. Father, guide me, he prayed silently, wondering how this woman had found his address.
Her black skirt hung at an odd angle and stopped just above her knees—it might have once been a possible accessory to a business suit. However, one boot was missing a heel, and her sweater hung off one shoulder, nearly exposing areas that Dakota had no business seeing. Her hair was ratted, big enough a bird’s nest could hide in it, and the smeared and caked-on makeup on her face easily added a pound to her weight—her very light Cheryl Wolverton
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weight. Her high cheekbones were gaunt, and her bleary eyes stared out at him from under mascara-smeared lids.
He didn’t miss the bottle of booze in her hand. Nor could he miss the smell. “Hello, I’m Dakota Ryder.
Can I help you?”
Compassion filled him at the empty look in her eyes.
Compassion and concern as she teetered on her feet.
Taking a step forward, she waved the bottle. “How ya doing, Cody? We said we’d be best friends forever.” She giggled and took another swig of the bottle before tossing it over the porch rail and into the flower bed. “I’m here to be your sister.” With that, she threw out her arms, promptly lost her balance and fell headlong into the stunned arms of Dakota Ryder.
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“Whoa, Dakota!”
Chase came rushing up the stairs, dropping the box he’d been carrying, intending to help his friend.
Dakota lay, stunned, beneath an unconscious body that smelled like the sewers of Fort Worth, boxes scat-tered about him. Shifting, he managed to get to his knees and then lifted the woman into his arms. With Chase’s help, he stood. Then, fumbling in his pocket, he managed to find and toss his keys to Chase. “Will you get the door?”
“Sure thing.”
“Can we help?”
Margaret and Mary were both standing at the foot of the stairs.
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the entire town, for months to come, how they’d gotten to assist the pastor in taking care of her.
Chase pulled the screen door open and then shoved the large oak door inward.
Dakota strode in, carefully carrying his bundle into his childhood home. His feet echoed hollowly on the old wooden floor as he crossed the foyer before stepping onto the rug near the sofa. Shoving two of the decorative pillows out of the way, he deposited his load on the brocade couch.
She was definitely out. Leaning forward to examine her, he held his breath. The fumes alone were enough to make him drunk. Dear God, who is she and why is she here? he prayed silently. Checking her pulse, he found it strong and steady. At least that was a good thing.
“I’ll get the boxes,” Chase murmured and left the house.
Dakota made a call to a friend who was a doctor, asking him to come by, and then he went to his closet to get a blanket. Actually, the less Mary and Margaret saw of the woman, the better. The less any of them saw, the better, he thought.
Bending down, he patted the woman’s cheek.
The screen door squeaked as Chase came back inside. “Your box is a bit banged up but it looks okay.
Hope you don’t have anything breakable in it or the other one.”
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of the year and we’re thinking of changing a lot of the church curriculum. We are also going over the mission budget and I wanted to review everything personally.”
He shook his head at the smell as it filled his nostrils.
Chase sidled over toward the window. “No one can say life as a pastor isn’t interesting. Tell me, do you know her?”
Dakota started to shake his head then paused. “She said she was here to be my sister,” he murmured.
“That’s not sister’s garb she’s wearing,” Chase mocked.
Dakota shot him a look. “The words rang a bell. I just can’t place them.”
Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself before moving back to her side. “It’s possible someone sent her to me for help. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time, though I think she managed to shock my neighbors, which is a first.”
“They remembered my bike,” Chase muttered.
Dakota finally grinned. “They don’t forget much.”
“You don’t say? That was over twenty years ago.”
Dakota nodded. “You should try living next door to them. Anytime I think of getting a big head over something, they remind me of things that promptly knock it back down. They’re also on the lookout for a woman for me.”
Chase shook his head, grinning.
“Yeah, and they used to question each girl I brought home for Mom to meet. Only after Dad died, that is.”
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ing odd jobs to help take care of bills, hating to see his mom working in a nursing home cafeteria for a living.
“The sisters were also a blessing during that time after Dad died,” he added, remembering. “Anyway, it’s been an adventure with them as neighbors.”
Silence fell.
Chase shifted on his feet, slipping both hands into his front pockets. His wavy dark hair hung forward over one eyebrow as he bounced on his heels. “So, have you figured out who she is yet?”
Dakota looked back at her. Very light skin and blond hair, whether it was real or not he wasn’t sure. The woman had a nice figure, not overblown but just right except she was a bit underweight. He would bet she’d clean up pretty and would probably be a knockout.
Right now though, with her makeup smeared, black eyeliner making her look as if she had twin black eyes, he doubted her own mother could identify her. “Nope.
I don’t know who she is. But it’s obvious she knows me.” The smell was actually subsiding, or maybe he was just getting used to it, but he realized it wasn’t bothering him as much now as it had a moment ago.
A knock on the door interrupted them. Mary and Margaret each carried a pot in their hands.
“That was certainly fast,” Chase murmured.
Dakota crossed to the door. “Come in, ladies.”
“Oh, we can’t stay,” Mary’s blue hair was bobbing as she came inside. “But here’s the coffee.”
“And here’s some soup left over from what we had yesterday. We had thought to bring it over to you today if you wanted it. So, it ended up here anyway.” Margaret gave him a warm smile.
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Dakota took the time to return her smile and take the coffeepot from Mary. He crossed the wooden floor past the sofa into the dining room. Grabbing a hot pad from the side table, he placed it on the large round wooden table and then set down his load.
He turned and saw Margaret had followed him, so he did the same with the soup bowl.
“No hurry in getting these dishes back. You just take care of that woman on your sofa.”
Dakota glanced behind him at the door to the kitchen and thought about getting cups and bowls but decided that could wait. “Thank you, ma’am,” he murmured.
“She looks so bad.”
Dakota turned to see Mary standing near Chase, wringing her hands, staring at the woman on the sofa.
“When she wakes up you should make sure she bathes. But not here. That wouldn’t be proper. You’ll have to find somewhere else for her to clean up.”
“I’m sure we’ll think of something,” Dakota reassured Mary.
“You don’t want your mama’s reputation ruined, or yours, Pastor. Think about that,” Margaret informed him.
He nodded. “I will.”
Margaret reached out and patted his arm. “We should go, Mary, so the pastor can get about his work of con-verting this woman.”
Dakota saw Chase cover a smile with his hand.
“Thank you both.” Dakota strode back through the living room to the screen door. “I’m sure the woman will appreciate the food—once she’s awake. You’ve saved me a heavy chore of having to cook.”
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Both ladies beamed at the compliment. Mary actually giggled like a schoolgirl. “If you need anything else,” Mary called as they toddled out onto the wooden porch.
“I’ll be sure to call,” he affirmed.
Once they were safely down the stairs, Dakota let the screen door close.
Chase chuckled.
“They’re concerned,” Dakota informed him.
“I noticed.” Glancing around, he noted, “The place sure hasn’t changed much since we were kids.”
“You don’t think so?”
Dakota glanced around too, trying to see it through the eyes of his childhood. The old braided rug he’d grown up with continued to grace the middle of the room with the old-fashioned sofa and coffee table sitting on one edge. The brocaded chairs and love seat each had their own braided rugs. The fireplace still had family pictures on it. Both of the tall front windows had lace curtains just like when he was a child, but he had added miniblinds to them about five years ago.
The pictures on the walls had once been of oceans but his mom had talked so much about the prairie that for a Christmas present about four years ago, he’d bought her three new pictures. One was of a wooden fence and a windmill at sunset with only the flat plain behind it. The second was of an old ranch house and a horse grazing in the front yard. The third was the picture of a Native American on a horse, both drooping wearily.
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dishes were the only thing different. In the kitchen, however, there were all new appliances.
Suddenly he realized that despite the changes he’d made, the house was still basically the same. “I guess I don’t see much reason to alter things,” Dakota murmured.
“Which is why you’re still here in town when many of us left and made the few hours’ bus ride to Fort Worth.”
Dakota admitted he was right. He liked things to stay the same. He’d slipped easily into the role of pastor in town after he’d gotten back from his training. The entire time he’d been gone had seemed to be a waste.
Now he wondered if that emotion hadn’t simply been his desire to be back home.
“So, what are you going to do about her?” Chase motioned toward the woman on the sofa.
She shifted onto her side, moving to get comfortable but not waking up.
“I guess we’ll wait until the doctor gets here and then decide.”
Chase nodded. “I should go. My mother-in-law is with Sarah and I promised to get back. She’s headed back to Dallas tomorrow.”
Dakota wasn’t sure what to say, not wanting to be left alone with a woman in his house. He was saved by the doctor pulling up outside. With a silent prayer of thanks, Dakota nodded. “It was great seeing you again, Chase.
I’m only sorry our day turned out this way.”
“Hey, bud.” Chase shrugged. “How could you know this was going to happen?”
Dakota walked to the door and pulled it open.
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the woman on the sofa, Chase headed out and down the stairs just as Dr. Joshua Meadows climbed them.
“So, what’s this about an inebriated woman, Dakota?”
Dakota stepped back and motioned to the sofa. “She was on my doorstep when I got home, Josh. I really would appreciate it if you’d examine her and make sure she’s okay. Frankly, I’m not sure what to do with her.”
Josh lifted an eyebrow and grinned. With dark brown hair and a sense of humor, Josh was a good doctor. Tall and athletic, he enjoyed basketball and lifting weights.
Dakota sometimes worked out with him. “Well, let’s do one thing at a time. Can you call Mary and have her come over here to witness while I examine the woman?”
Dakota felt relief now that Josh was here. They’d been friends since Dakota had first taken over pastoring Shenandoah Family Church. When he’d been unsure about pastoring the same people he’d grown up with, Josh, new in town, had been a friend he could confide in. Their paths often crossed in professional ways, which had helped develop their friendship.
Law wasn’t something Dakota thought about much, but it was something Josh did consider. And Dakota was glad. He didn’t like to think about how it might be with him alone in the house. The brown eyes of the doctor, however, were sharp and full of implication.
Going to the phone, he called Mary and asked her if she’d mind helping the doctor. Then he returned to Josh’s side.
“What can you tell me about her?” Josh asked now, setting down his black bag and pulling out a stethoscope and blood pressure cuff.
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“I came home. She had a bottle of whiskey in her hands. She took a drink, tossed the bottle, stumbled and passed out.”
Josh nodded. “And you don’t want to call the police…”
“She hasn’t done anything. If she’s come to me for help—which I think she has—then jail isn’t the place for her. I can’t send her to a homeless shelter like this.
The closest shelter is about two hours away! But I can’t toss her out.”
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