A Ranch To Call Home. Carol Arens

more men came out of the hotel and stood with the carousers.

      “Who is Hell Dog?” she murmured. The name could describe anyone of the men on the porch. Still, it did not escape her that the only man doing any kissing was Johnny. “I don’t care for the way those men are looking at us.”

      “Don’t pay them any mind. Those are just the Underwood brothers.”

      “Why are they talking to you?”

      A smile crept across Johnny’s face. His back straightened and his chest puffed out. “Because I’m Hell Dog.”

      “That’s not a bit funny!” She slapped his arm with the magazine, not playfully this time. She didn’t like feeling so riled at her intended, but they were late for their appointment with the minister. “Tell them goodbye and let’s be on our way.”

      “You going to let that little hen peck at you?” the one named Hoodoo called.

      If Hoodoo was an odd name, the man was more so. He was tall, rail thin, with posture as curved as a fishhook. His long nose and his sharp black beard both pointed toward the ground.

      Even though the morning was cool, sweat dampened Laura Lee’s neck. Something was very wrong. In a million years, she could not imagine Johnny taking up with the likes of those men.

      “What have you been doing all night, Johnny?” While she had been sewing the lace ruffle on the hem of her gown, restless and dreaming of her one true love, what had kept him restless?

      “Made me some friends.”

      “Of the wrong kind, if you ask me.” All five of them looked like they were about to erupt into misdoing.

      “Not that I did ask you.” An expression crossed his face that she’d never seen before. She’d known him for a nearly a year...been in love with him for four and a half months, and she had never seen a hint of bully on that handsome face. He’d always been the soul of congeniality.

      For the first time, she doubted her decision to go away with him. It cleaved her heart in half, wondering if she had made a mistake. That he might not be who she knew him to be.

      “Don’t look sad.” He took her by the shoulders. “I’m sorry, really sorry. That sounded harsh. And just ignore those fools. They aren’t such a bad sort when you get to know them.”

      “I don’t intend on getting to know them. I intend on marrying you and settling down. Someday getting our own little house and raising lots of babies. You haven’t changed your mind about that, have you?”

      “Of course I haven’t!” He squeezed her to him.

      All of a sudden, life felt right again. He was her Johnny, not Hell Dog...whoever that might be. No doubt the name came from a misguided night with that bunch.

      But in the end, one night did not hurt what she and Johnny were to each other.

      “Let’s go get married, Johnny.” She looked up into his deep brown eyes, her excitement over their future restored. She tugged on his sleeve, half dancing her joy.

      “Hold up a minute.” He set his boots firmly in the dirt. “I’ve got a wedding present for you.”

      “We’re losing time here, Hell Dog.” The speaker was short and round. His head was topped by an unruly bush of black hair, his long beard a wild match.

      “You go on, Ivan,” Johnny called while reaching into his pocket. “I’ll be along.”

      “What do you mean, you’ll be along?” she said.

      “Just you wait and see!” He unfolded the paper he had taken from his pocket, looking as pleased as she’d ever seen him. “Here’s your dream come true, Laura Lee.” He smoothed open the crisp sheet of paper and held it in front of her face to read.

      “A deed? To a house?” Carefully, as though the dream might crumble under the pressure of her fingertips, she took the document from him.

      “Your house, baby doll. I was up all night getting it for you. It’s why I was late.”

      “I never dreamed...” Words failed. She wanted a little home of her own more than she wanted anything on this earth. “Three hundred and twenty acres? How, Johnny?”

      He looked so proud, preening like a peacock with his feathers splayed. How could she not adore him?

      “I met an old man last night. We hit up a friendship and he told me how he was headed east to live out his days with his granddaughter. He sold his place to me but I told him to make the deed out to you. I know how you’ve got your heart set on a house of your own.”

      A house of their own, she knew he meant to say. “But how did you pay for it?”

      They had planned to work and save and finally make that dream come true. Now here it was, not a flight of fancy, but a reality in her hands. She could scarce believe what she was looking at.

      “Well, that’s the thing, Laura Lee.” He cast a glance over his shoulder at the men walking single file down the boardwalk, then turning at the ally running between the hotel and the stream that trickled through town. “I’ve still got to pay it off. There’s a mortgage.”

      “We’ve got to pay it off, you mean. The both of us will work hard and get it done.” She hugged him about the middle as tight as she could. Any man who would do this for her must love her more than...air or food or...or anything. She regretted thinking badly of him for knowing those men and for being called Hell Dog.

      Johnny Ruiz was a man among men.

      “The fortunate thing is—” he loosened himself from her grip of gratitude and shoved a slip of paper in her hand “—I know a way of getting it paid off quick. But I’ve got to go away with the Underwood boys to do it. But that there is directions to where the ranch is.”

      “I don’t trust them.” Here she was with her dream in her hand, a deed of ownership in her name and so fresh that the ink smelled damp, and she was turning shrewish again.

      “I told you, Laura Lee, they’re not so bad as they seem. Trust me, what we’re doing isn’t illegal.”

      “Or dangerous? I couldn’t go on if something happened to you.”

      “Don’t you worry.” He held her away from him, took two long steps backward. “You go on home and fix the place up. I’ll be back before you know it.”

      “When? You must have some idea of when.”

      “Hard to say—not long, though. Before first snow, I reckon.”

      “We could get married now, before you head out.”

      “I’d like that, you know I would. But the fellows are waiting.”

      She held on to his arm. “Thank you. This is more than my dream come true.”

      Pounding hooves trembled the dirt. Five animals carrying Underwoods galloped up the road. One horse was being led without a rider.

      Johnny peeled her fingers from his arm. He backed away.

      “Bug-ock, bug-ock!” clucked one of the Underwoods. This one was short, slim and had blond hair that curled tightly to his scalp.

      Johnny turned to glance at him. When he looked back at Laura Lee a smile blazed across his face.

      “Goodbye, Johnny!” All of a sudden, she wasn’t sure the house was worth the cost of having him go away. She ought to be a married woman by now. “I love you!”

      “Wait for me!” he called, mounting his horse.

      “I will! I promise I’ll be waiting!”

      Maybe he heard her promise. She couldn’t be sure, though, because galloping off with his friends, he did not glance back.