The Cowboy's Homecoming. Brenda Minton

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      A truck rumbled down the road and pulled into the crumbling parking lot that hadn’t seen this much traffic in years. Jason’s truck.

      Her brother parked and got out. He walked toward her, his smile familiar. The one person to hold her life together, her brother. He’d always been there for her. He’d done his best to make her smile during their mother’s illness and after they’d lost her. He’d been the one sending money to California as her marriage fell apart.

      “What are you doing here?” He looked from the church to her and then at the darkening sky. “Did you know there’s a tornado watch and a severe thunderstorm warning?”

      “I heard on the news earlier that we could have storms today. It’s May in Oklahoma, what’s new? What are you doing here?”

      He sat down next to her. “Same as you. I thought I could talk him out of it. Or maybe offer him enough money that he’d walk away.”

      “He doesn’t need money.”

      “No, I guess he doesn’t.”

      “He needs closure.” She bit down on her bottom lip, letting that thought settle in. “He’s a lot like dad. They both blame this church for their pain. Dad kept us away. Jeremy wants to tear the church down.”

      “Interesting.” Jason crossed his left leg over his right knee and relaxed, as if it was just a pretty summer day and they were sharing iced tea on the front porch. Instead they were both casting cautious glances toward the southern horizon. “Where is he?”

      “Inside the church.”

      “Hmm.” Jason smiled, the way Jason did. He’d always been the one finding ways to make everyone laugh, to make them smile when they didn’t feel like smiling. When he’d stopped smiling, God had sent Alyson and she’d helped him find his joy again.

      He’d learned that he didn’t always have to be the one lifting everyone else up. Beth loved her sister-in-law for doing that for him.

      Sometimes she was jealous, that everyone seemed to be able to find someone to love them, to keep them safe. Her memories of a relationship were of abuse and fear, not safety or security. She had memories that no one would understand, so she didn’t share.

      “Beth, be careful.”

      “It’s a storm, Jason. I’ve been through a few.”

      He shook his head and his smile faltered. “That isn’t what I mean and I’m pretty sure you know that. Jeremy has a lot going on in his life.”

      “Right, and I’m not the best judge of character.”

      “I just don’t want to see you hurt.”

      “I know.” She smiled, for Jason. “I won’t get hurt.”

      The wind picked up and in the distance jagged lightning flashed across the sky. Thunder rumbled and the humidity in the air was heavy. Jason pulled out his phone.

      She glanced at the radar he’d pulled up on the screen. The big red blob was lingering over their area of the satellite map.

      “Great.” She watched the darkening clouds and trees leaning and swirling with the wind. “I guess this might be a good time to pray.”

      A sprinkle of rain hit her arm. Beth looked up at the sky and then at the dusty, dry ground as the raindrops hit. It had been so long since it rained that the droplets bounced and didn’t soak in, not immediately.

      Faith. She’d been through a drought, a long man-made drought, but faith was seeping back into her life. Her spiritual life had been a lot like hard, cracked earth, devoid of moisture. When faith started to return it was that same earth but with a trickle of water streaming through it, soaking into the dryness.

      “We should probably go.” Jason stood, pushing his hat back from his face as he studied the sky. “This doesn’t feel right.”

      “What, you don’t love that green sky?”

      “Not particularly.”

      She loved the rain. She loved storms. On the drive over a DJ on the radio, probably trying to be a comedian, had played the Jo Dee Messina song, “Bring on the Rain.” Beth found herself singing one line from that song, that she was not afraid.

      The front door of the church opened. Jeremy stepped out on the porch. He was still carrying the Bible. Next to her, Jason made a noise and she shot him a look to silence anything he would say.

      But he said it. “Is that Mom’s Bible?”

      “It is.”

      “Dad gave you the box?”

      “He did.”

      “And you brought the Bible to Jeremy Hightree?” Jason’s voice was tight, not really disapproving.

      “I did. I just thought…”

      “You might have pushed too far, Beth.”

      “Maybe. But I don’t think so.” She met her brother look for look. “If this doesn’t work, I’m moving on to step two, and then step three.”

      “I knew I shouldn’t have told you about the historical society.” Jason murmured, then smiled and waved to Jeremy.

      Jeremy Hightree walked down the steps of the church. He glanced at the sky, watched for a minute and headed in their direction. He looked relaxed, in jeans, boots and a deep red shirt. But casual was a facade on this cowboy.

      Rain was misting down on them and the wind was picking up.

      “Jeremy.” Jason held out his hand. Jeremy took it, a quick handshake and then his gaze dropped to Beth.

      She waited. And wished she was tall because then he wouldn’t have to drop his gaze to meet hers. She could face him, head on, eye to eye.

      He held out the Bible. “I can’t keep this.”

      “She cared about you.”

      “I know she did, but this is something she wanted you to have.”

      “We should go.” Jason shot a quick look at the sky. “Now!”

      Her brother took hold of her arm and started to pull her toward the parking lot and their trucks. Her gaze shot to the southern horizon. Wind blew against them, slowing their progress and the rain hitting Beth’s face stung like ice against her skin.

      A slow, loud warning siren sounded in the distance and she heard Jeremy yelling at them to stop.

      Chapter Four

      The tornado siren sounded as Jeremy watched Beth heading for her truck, Jason at her side. She turned to say something. Her words were lost in the strong gust of wind that hit, blowing leaves across the church lawn and small limbs from the few trees.

      Jeremy scanned the horizon. A warning didn’t necessarily mean a tornado on the ground. Sometimes a warning was just a warning.

      This time, though, things were a little different. He could feel the energy, the hum of the storm, the vibration of it. The deafening roar echoed in the distance.

      “We should head for the basement.” Jeremy watched the sky as he yelled, cupping his mouth to get the sound across the wind.

      Jason nodded and started back, his cell phone in his hand. Jeremy guessed he was probably calling his wife. Beth stood frozen a few feet behind Jason.

      “Beth, come on.”

      She nodded but she didn’t move. She was watching the sky, the wind blowing her hair. A gust caught her hat. She pushed it back down and held on.

      Jeremy raced across the crumbling parking lot and grabbed her arm. “This is not the time to stand and watch.”

      The roar increased in intensity. To the south the clouds