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.""For the slaughter," Rick said."She'll steal you blind in the night."The woman raised his hackles for some reason.For one thing, she was too pretty.He'd never seen eyes such an electric blue.In his experience, beautiful women expected pretty things handed to them.She just showed up here and expected Elijah to take her in.That whole wolfing down of the sandwich was probably an act to get Elijah's sympathy.And it worked.Rick could see the softness in the old man's eyes.Elijah was a sucker for a sob story."Someone once told me the same thing about you," Elijah observed."Trust my judgment, hijo."Rick gave a grudging nod."You made up your mind to help her when she ate her food like a starving street person.""No, it was when she put the food away for the nina.You can't tell me that you were untouched by that, Rick."He didn't want to be moved by her love for the child, but the gesture had affected him."Yeah, I saw it too.It's the only reason I haven't thrown her out on her ear.The kid needs help.""And so do we." Elijah went toward the door."Let them sleep.If we wake them to move to a bed, the nina may have trouble getting back to sleep."Rick followed his boss out of the barn to the ranch house.Stepping into the living room, he looked around, seeing it with fresh eyes.He couldn't remember the last time one of them had mopped the scarred wooden floors or dusted the battered furniture.Last autumn maybe?A stale odor hung in the air as though the windows hadn't been opened in months.And maybe they hadn't.He should clean it up a little before Allie took over.But not tonight.Fatigue weighed down his legs.He'd do it in the morning.ALLIE STOOD WATCHING THE SUN COME UP OYER THE MOUNTAINS.THE morning air made her shiver, but she couldn't go inside yet.Not while the sunrise gilded the peaks and valleys, and the air smelled like sage and creosote.Her hair still uncombed, Betsy stood beside her with their hands locked."You like it here, Bets?" Allie asked.Betsy nodded and pointed.A flock of bluebirds blanketed the grass and pecked for insects.Allie drank in the sight.If only finding the real bluebird of happiness was as easy as following a flock of birds."I've never seen so many in one place.I wonder if this is a migration spot for them.We should ask Mr.DeAngelos."Betsy nodded, her gaze still on the birds.The old man had to let them stay.The bluebirds told Allie she and Betsy were in the right place.Betsy would talk again, and no one would find them here.She'd been careful to cover her tracks, and the faceless man wouldn't know where she'd gone.They would be safe here."I don't think they're up yet.If the door isn't locked, we'll go in and fix breakfast." Allie glanced at her watch.It was nearly seven, so the lack of lights in the house surprised her, but the men might have been up most of the night with the mare.The thin, sandy soil felt cool under her bare feet, and she avoided the cactus in the path as she stepped toward the house.A male voice spoke."You made it."Allie turned to see a fresh-faced young man.He looked like a fourteen-year-old trying to act twenty-four.A big rodeo belt buckle on his waist glinted.With his thumbs hooked in the pockets of his jeans and his cowboy hat pushed back, he stood with one worn boot on the fence rail as if posing for a documentary about cowboys.Poor kid.If he only knew trying to make an impression on her would get him nowhere.He'd tried it at the rodeo last month, and though she hadn't caught his name, he was the one who told her about this place."We never introduced ourselves when we met at the rodeo." She extended a hand."I'm Allie Siders, and this is Betsy.We came in last night.""Like I'd forget a honey like you.I'm Charlie." He put his propped foot back on the ground, shook Allie's hand in a strong grip, then knelt in front of Betsy."Hey kid, want to see some horses?"Betsy buried her face in Allie's waist and didn't look at him."She's tired,"Allie said."Maybe later."The young man straightened."I made a run to Marathon after oats yesterday," he said."When I saw that old truck parked beside the barn this morning, I wondered who had blown in while I wasn't looking.""I don't think anyone in the house is up yet."He nodded."Cupcake foaled.I think the boss was up most of the night.Otherwise, there'd be breakfast on the table.I could rustle us up some grub.""Let me do it." Allie took Betsy's hand and moved toward the house again."I was about to try the door when you called to me."The house looked like it had grown out of the red soil, but as she neared, she saw red dirt coated the stone face of the home.The big pillars that supported the massive porch of the two-story dwelling sported a fresh white coat of paint.The place was bigger than she'd thought at first, easily three thousand square feet.She followed Charlie up the stone steps and across the porch to the entry."It's always unlocked." Charlie twisted the doorknob and pushed open the door."Go on in."She stepped onto an oak floor, its patina of old age as fitting as the well-worn boots on her feet.Stucco walls painted a soft green invited her in, but they were bare of any ornamentation that would have enhanced the effect of the color.Heaped under the window was a jumble of discarded socks, boots, and shoes.They gave off a pungent odor, and Betsy wrinkled her nose.Allie took Betsy's hand and moved down the hall to the door at the end."Is this the way to the kitchen?""Yep.Don't mind the mess.The housekeeper left last fall."Mess was an understatement.As Allie moved past the living room, she caught a glimpse of a large den littered with newspapers and piles of books.Some kind of video game controller lay on a recliner, its wires stretching to the TV.She averted her eyes and stepped through the swinging door into the kitchen.And stopped short.Had no one cleaned the kitchen since the housekeeper left?The sink overflowed with pots and dishes.Several cupboards hung open to reveal empty shelves.Every dish in the place must be dirty.Charlie seemed oblivious to the chaos.He went to the refrigerator and opened it."I know we've got eggs and bacon.There's bread for toast.I think there might be hash browns in the freezer.""I'll figure it out.First I'd better do some dishes." Allie rolled up the sleeves of her blouse and went to the sink."I can't cook in this.dirt." She eyed the stove, thick with grime.Charlie's smile was weak."Yeah, it's bad [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]