Cattleman's Courtship

by Carolyne Aarsen

  Dale didn’t reply, and Cara hoped he was finished questioning and doubting her abilities.

  She crouched down again, getting a closer look at what Nicholas was doing.

  “Just keep doing that,” she said, gently prying aside the skin. “I don’t see any more bits of wood coming out and the water is running clean, so I think the bleeding has gone down.”

  She gently ran her hands down the leg, to double-check. “I’ll give him some long-acting penicillin and I think that’s all I need to do.”

  Nicholas stayed where he was and shot her a quick glance. As soon as their eyes met, she felt a lightness in her chest, as if someone had pulled her breath away. Stop. Stop.

  She caught her breath again, wishing her heart would settle down. How would she last until Gordon Moen, the new vet, came if a few glances from Nicholas could create such a strong reaction?

  Cara closed the kit, latched it shut and drew a long, steadying breath, thankful she was just about done. “Do you have any more questions?”

  Nicholas held her gaze and she saw a question in his eyes. It seemed as if he was going to say something, but then he drew back and shook his head. “If I do, I guess I can call the clinic.”

  She nodded, then turned away, surprised at a little flare of disappointment.

  When she got to her car she was dismayed to see that Mr. Chapman had followed her.

  “So you’re all done?” he asked, staring at her from beneath his cowboy hat.

  “The wound is clear and it looks like it should heal up just fine. I’ll come by next week to double-check if I have time.” Cara kept her tone professional. Detached, even, as she wondered why Dale had followed her.

  Dale folded his arms over his chest, frowning. “He’s over you, you know.” His voice was quiet, determined. “He’s started dating again.”

  She shouldn’t care. Of course Nicholas would date again.

  “That’s good. I’m glad for him.”

  “He’s got his own plans and his own life,” he said, and though his voice had a threatening edge, as he spoke Cara caught the faintest note of desperation. Did he think she had any influence over his son’s behavior?

  “Again, I’m glad for him and you,” she said, keeping her tone even. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have another call to make.”

  She pushed past him, her heart pounding with a variety of emotions. Frustration with Dale and her own silly reaction to Nicholas.

  Too emotionally draining, she thought on the car ride back. Give it time.

  She walked into the clinic and glanced at the clock as her stomach growled.

  “Bill, you here?” she called out.

  “He went out on a call,” Anita replied from the front of the office. Anita came to the back of the clinic where Cara was replenishing her kit, wiping her hands on a towel.

  “Did he say when he’d be back?”

  “He had to go to Hunt’s place and you know what a zoo that is.”

  “So, not until this afternoon.” Cara sighed. Her workload just got heavier. She had a few appointments after lunch and she hoped no emergencies cropped up in the meantime.

  Anita gave her an apologetic smile. “I know you’ve had a busy morning, but I have to run to the bank and deal with an overdraft. Do you mind covering the office for me?”

  Cara didn’t want to, but she didn’t feel like telling Anita that. “If I get an emergency call, I’ll have to call you back,” Cara warned.

  “Yeah. Sure.” Anita flashed her a smile. “You’re a dear. I’ll make it up to you sometime.”

  Cara nodded as she closed the lid of the kit. Anita already owed her two lunch hours and a coffee break, but Cara wasn’t about to get fussy about collecting on them. Once Gordon arrived, her job here was done.

  Then, two minutes after Anita left, the buzzer to the front door sounded.

  Of course, Cara thought, wiping her hands.

  Trista Elderveld stood in the foyer, holding aloft two plastic bags and a tray of coffee. Her trim suit made her look far more professional and put together than Cara knew she actually was.

  “Hey, girlfriend,” Trista said with a quick grin. She put down the bags and coffee and gave her old friend a hug. “I’m so sorry to hear about your uncle.”

  Cara returned the hug. “Thanks. It’s so good to see you again.”

  Trista pulled back and tugged at Cara’s hair. “I like the longer length. Looks romantic.”

  “I was going for ‘easier to care for,’” Cara said, deflecting Trista’s loaded comment. “What do you have there?” she asked, pointing to the bags on the counter.

  “Coffee and sub sandwiches from Hortons.”

  Cara’s stomach groaned as she caught the scent of roasted onion. “You are a lifesaver. I just got back from a call at the Chapman ranch and thought I’d have to miss lunch.”

  “Really?” Trista angled her a curious glance. “And how did that go?”

  “I was working. That’s how it went.” Cara’s stomach reminded her again that she hadn’t eaten anything since the banana she gobbled down on the way to work this morning. “Why don’t we go eat in my uncle’s office so the front doesn’t smell like a deli.”

  “Did you see Nicholas at all?” Trista asked as she followed Cara down the hall to the back office. “Did you talk to him? I heard he went to the hospital with you and your aunt.”

  “We’re not talking about Nicholas, okay?” Cara said, keeping her tone firm, just in case Trista didn’t get the hint.

  “Changing subject, now.” Trista unwrapped her sandwich. “How’s your uncle doing?”

  “He wants to come home already, but the doctor wants to keep an eye on him for a while.”

  “You doing okay, jumping back into large animal after treating puppies and guppies at your last job?” Trista asked with a grin.

  “It’s a nice change of pace.” Cara took another bite and sighed with satisfaction. “No one makes sandwiches like Hortons. Thanks a bunch for doing this.”

  “I had an ulterior motive,” Trista said, popping a pickle in her mouth. “I had stuff I needed to talk about without your aunt or uncle around. Anita told me Bill is gone on a call, so I hoped I could catch you alone.”

  “Sounds mysterious,” Cara said, pushing an errant onion back between the slices of bread.

  “Not so mysterious.” Trista finished her sandwich, balled up the paper and tossed it in the garbage can. “I’m getting married.”

  Cara almost choked. “What? When?”

  “A couple of weeks.”

  This time Cara did choke. Trista bounced across the room and pounded her friend on the back.

  “What’s the supersonic rush, girlfriend?” Cara gasped as she reached for her water bottle, struggling to gain her breath and composure.

  Trista rubbed the side of her nose, then sighed. “Well, I’m pregnant.”

  Cara almost coughed again and was about to say something when her friend held up her hand.

  “Before you say anything, you need to know that this isn’t, well, wasn’t a regular thing.” Trista was blushing now and Cara was still speechless. “It just, well, happened. And we were talking about getting married anyway, so this just hurries up the process.”

  Cara sat back, still trying to absorb this information.

  “Lorne’s a great guy,” Trista hastened to explain. “And I know he and Mandy used to be engaged, but that was different because she never liked his parents and they never really liked her.”

  Which sounded exactly like Nicholas’s father, Cara thought.

  “…but I love him and I know he loves me and I know we’ll be happy together.”

  “That’s good, I guess,” Cara said, wishing she could be more enthusiastic about the situation.

  Trista’s smile trembled a moment and her eyes shone as if with tears. “I wish you could be happy for me. I know I’m happy in spite of how things are going.”

  Cara got up and gave her dear friend a quick hug. “If he makes
you happy, then I’m happy for you.”

  “He will and he does,” Trista said, her eyeblink releasing a tear. She brushed it away and sniffed lightly. “I love him more than I ever thought I could love someone, and he’ll be a great husband and a fantastic dad.”

  Trista’s enthusiastic defense of Lorne created a genuine smile in Cara.

  Trista sniffed again, then looked back at Cara. “So now, I’m wondering how long you’re sticking around?”

  Cara felt a peculiar warmth as she guessed exactly where this was going. “I guess long enough to be at your wedding.”

  “So will you stand up for me at my wedding?”

  Cara’s smile blossomed. “Of course. For all the times you stood up for me when I first came here and for all the times you stuck up for me, yes, my dear friend, I will stand up for you.”

  Trista laughed aloud. “I’m so glad. You know your being here is an answer to prayer.” Then a horrified look crossed her features and she held her hand up. “Not that I think your uncle’s heart attack is an answer to prayer, but the fact that you’re here and that you’re not leaving and—”

  “I know what you meant,” Cara said with a melancholy smile as her own emotions veered from a tinge of jealousy to genuine pleasure. “And I would be honored to be your maid of honor.”

  Trista heaved a satisfied sigh. “I’m so, so glad. I know the wedding is sudden, but we both knew we wanted to get married and figured why waste time on a long engagement, which worked out perfectly because that means you’re here for the wedding and everything seems to be falling into place…and I should stop talking so much, shouldn’t I?” Trista gave a short laugh as she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “You know I always talk a lot when I’m nervous and I was so worried you’d say no.”

  “Why would I do that?” Cara tossed her own sandwich wrapper in the garbage can and leaned back to smile at her friend.

  Trista flapped her hand, as if erasing the question. “Nothing. I’m just babbling.”

  “You can stop babbling. I will do all that is in my power to be the best maid of honor ever.” Cara couldn’t stop a quick glance at the clock, figuring she could spare Trista a few more minutes. After all, they had a wedding to plan.

  “What’s the first thing you need my help on?” Cara asked.

  “Lorne and I decided we wanted an outdoor wedding so tomorrow night we’re checking a place out.”

  “An outdoor wedding.” Cara sighed, thinking of the plans she had made. Her plan had also been an outdoor wedding on a hill overlooking the mountains on Nicholas’s ranch. “Where did you have in mind?”

  Trista gave her hair another twirl. When she looked down, avoiding her gaze, a trickle of premonition chilled Cara’s neck.

  “Nicholas said we could get married at the ranch.”

  Her words fell like stones. No. She couldn’t plan someone else’s wedding at Nicholas’s ranch.

  “And one other thing,” Trista said, clearing her throat. “Lorne asked Nicholas to be his best man.”

  “Trista—”

  “It’s not a setup,” Trista rushed to say. “Honestly. I knew you wouldn’t be crazy about the idea and you can turn me down if you want, but I really, really could use your help and I want you to be my bridesmaid. Though you’ve been gone for a while, you’re still my best friend. You’re the only one who gets me.” Trista sighed. “And you know how my mother is when she’s flustered. She’s no help at all and of all my high-school friends, you’re the only one I stay in touch with and the only one who is organized enough to help me out.”

  Cara held Trista’s earnest gaze while her practical nature fought with her rising emotions.

  Trista had been her dearest friend since she moved to Cochrane. All through college and vet school, Trista was the only one Cara kept in contact with. It was Trista who had listened to her long-distance sorrow when Cara ran away from Nicholas.

  If her friend wanted her help, then Cara knew she had to get past her own problems and do this.

  “Okay. I’ll be there.”

  “Tomorrow night. Eight o’clock. We’re meeting at the ranch.” Trista got up then gave Cara a hug. “I know this could be awkward, but hey, it’s been three years and you’re moving on, right? Like you told me?”

  Cara nodded her agreement. She had to make Trista believe what she had told her all along. She was well and truly over Nicholas. “Of course I am. It will be fine.”

  But as she waved goodbye, her mind slipped back to that moment in the hospital when Nicholas had stood at her side at her uncle’s bed.

  Fine was too small a word to cover the emotions that could still grab her. She’d tried praying, but it was as if God, as He had before, didn’t listen. Or didn’t care.

  You’ve got to take care of yourself, her mother’s voice mocked her.

  And you’ve got to guard your heart, her own memories told her.

  Chapter Four

  He’s built a new shed, Cara thought as she took inventory of the main yard of Nicholas’s ranch. And torn down the old one. The barn had gotten a new coat of paint and the fences of the corrals were painted, as well.

  A faint breeze moved across the yard and Cara wrapped her thin sweater around her. Cara and her aunt had gone to the hospital to visit her uncle and as they were heading home Cara finally mentioned where she was going afterward.

  She’d seen the questions in her aunt’s eyes, but thankfully Aunt Lori said nothing.

  Cara walked farther, her eyes moving from the buildings to the fields and pastures. The land, broken by swaths of evergreens, flowed upward to the blue-gray mountains with their jagged, snow-covered peaks guarding the ranch.

  She’d seen the place for the first time when her uncle came here to do a Cesarean on one of Nicholas’s purebred cows. Cara came to assist and learn what she could. Uncle Alan had walked briskly toward the barn, a man intent on his work while she had dragged her feet, unable to look away from the craggy peaks capped with snow. She had wondered what it would be like to wake up every morning and see this breathtaking view.

  And for a little while, when she and Nicholas were serious, the wondering moved toward reality.

  Don’t venture down that path, she reminded herself, pulling her thoughts back to the job at hand. Stay in the present, the now.

  Cara glanced around the yard, dismayed to see that neither Trista nor Lorne had arrived.

  She walked around the wooden fences of the corral, to see better, and as she did, the sound of hoofbeats caught her attention.

  She looked toward the noise.

  And her heart did a slow somersault.

  A horse and rider moved toward her. Nicholas and Two Bits, she thought, recognizing the distinct blaze on the horse’s dun face.

  Nicholas had his cowboy hat pulled low over his face and he looked toward the mountains, as well, away from Cara. He held the reins loosely, moving easily with the chestnut horse as it cantered toward the corrals. Dust covered Nicholas’s faded blue jeans. The tan shirt, with its cuffs rolled up, was also caked with dust.

  Nicholas pulled Two Bits up short, then, with a subtle movement of his hands on the reins, turned his horse toward her. As horse and rider came near, Cara steeled herself. Seeing Nicholas on the horse, in his natural environment, resurrected a wave of nostalgia and unwelcome emotions.

  Two Bits whinnied and Nicholas glanced up, a quick movement of his head.

  In that moment, their eyes met and Cara felt it again.

  That connection she thought she’d moved beyond. The attraction she thought she’d pushed aside.

  “So, what brings you here?” he asked, pulling up beside her, curiosity edging his voice.

  Had she come on the wrong day? Had she misunderstood?

  “You come to check on Duke?” he continued.

  “How is he?” she asked, seizing on the question as she tried to get her bearings.

  “Good. I have to give him another shot tomorrow.” Nicholas seemed to sense her p
uzzlement as he pushed his hat farther back on his head. “But you didn’t come for Duke, did you?”

  “Trista said we were meeting here to talk about the wedding. Her and Lorne’s wedding, that is.” Cara clamped her mouth shut, angry at the flush staining her cheeks. She took a step back so she wouldn’t have to crane her neck to look up at him.

  Nicholas frowned, then, in one fluid motion, got off the horse. He pulled his hat off and hit it against his pants, releasing a cloud of dust. “Today?”

  “That’s what I understood.” She was fairly sure she hadn’t gotten the date wrong. Yesterday Trista had called her twice to confirm.

  He ran his hand through his thick, dark hair, as if trying to dredge up the memory, his gray eyes looking confused. “I forgot completely about it.”

  Cara watched his hands, then swallowed, forcing herself not to take another step back.

  “They’re not here yet,” Cara said, “but I’m pretty sure we had agreed to meet here today.”

  “And you came because you’re the maid of honor,” Nicholas said, a faint edge to his voice.

  The hairs on the back of her neck rose up at his tone. “I hope that’s not a problem?”

  Nicholas shot her a frown. “Not unless it is for you.”

  “It’s been three years. Long enough to have moved on,” she said, thankful she sounded so casual and in control.

  “And you have,” Nicholas added.

  His comment made it sound as if she had caused the breakup.

  However, she could be an adult about this. She was only around for a while and then moving on.

  “Looks like you’ve been busy with some improvements to the ranch,” she said, striving for an airy tone of interest.

  “Dad and I did a bunch of painting last time I was home. I’ll have enough money to do some reno on the house when I come back from my next job.”

  Next job. A good reminder to Cara about where his priorities lay.

  The growl of a diesel truck broke into the moment and with relief Cara looked around to see Trista clambering out of Lorne’s truck.