In a Cowboy's Arms. Rebecca Winters

hurried down the hall to the front room of the three-bedroom L-shaped ranch house. The place needed refurbishing. According to Mac, in the last few years her father had been operating Farfields in the red. He’d ended up selling most of the cattle. Toward the end he’d been too ill to take care of things and there’d been little money to pay Millie and Mac. The value of the ranch lay in the land itself.

      Reed Varney had put on weight and his hair had thinned since the last time she’d seen him. He must be sixty by now and had handled her father’s affairs for years. The man knew all the ugly Corkin secrets, including the particulars of the divorce, which was okay with Sadie since it was past history.

      “Come in, Mr. Varney.” She showed him into the living room. A couple of the funeral sprays filled the air with a fragrance that was almost cloying. Mac had taken some of the other arrangements to their cabin. “Would you care for some coffee?”

      “No thanks.” For some odd reason he wouldn’t look her in the eye. She had the impression he was nervous.

      “Then let’s sit to talk.” She chose one of the leather chairs opposite the couch where he’d taken a seat. As he opened his briefcase to pull out a thin file she asked, “How soon do you want to schedule the reading of the will?” For all their kindness, Mac and Millie should head the top of the list to receive the house they’d been living in all these years. She couldn’t wait to tell them.

      He rubbed his hands on top of his thighs, another gesture that indicated he felt uncomfortable. Sadie started to feel uneasy herself.

      “Something’s wrong. What is it?”

      After clearing his throat he finally glanced at her. “The will is short and to the point. You can read it now. The particulars are all there.” He handed her the file.

      She blinked. Maybe her father had been in more financial trouble than she’d been led to believe. Taking a deep breath, she started to read. After getting past the legal jargon she came to her father’s wishes.

      Mac and Millie Henson betrayed my trust on my daughter’s eighteenth birthday. Therefore they’ll receive no inheritance, nor will my daughter, whom I’ve disowned.

      Over the years several people have wanted to buy the ranch, but so far they haven’t met the asking price. I have their offers on record. If no one else makes an offer within a month of my death, then the ranch and all its assets including my gun collection will be sold to the highest bidder through Parker Realty in Billings, Montana. My horse, Spook, has been sold.

      No furnishings are to be touched. The new buyer will either use or dispose of them. Under no circumstances can the ranch be sold to a Bannock.

      Sadie gasped and jumped up from the chair. Her father had lived to drink, hunt and hate the Bannocks with a passion. The meanest man alive didn’t begin to describe him. Forget the fact that he’d disowned her. When she’d left for San Francisco, she never dreamed he’d take out his fury on the Hensons like this.

      “Does this mean he’s thrown Mac and Millie out with nothing?” Her eyes filled with tears. “After all they’ve done for him over the years? The care they gave him toward the last?”

      Varney eyed her with grave concern before nodding. “However, Mr. Bree at the realty firm has asked that the Hensons stay on to manage things until the new buyer takes ownership. It’s entirely possible Mac Henson will be asked to continue on as foreman for the new owner.”

      Daniel had died nine days ago. In less than a month from now the eighty-five-acre ranch would be sold? She couldn’t take it in. Her father wanted her and the Hensons off his land as fast as humanly possible. When he’d told her to get out eight years ago, he’d meant for it to be permanent. “What is the sale price?”

      “Seven hundred thousand. He was in a lot of debt.”

      Her mind was madly trying to take everything in.

      “What about me, Mr. Varney? Am I supposed to clear out today?”

      With a troubled sigh, the older man got to his feet. “Legally you have no right to be here, but morally this is your home and you can stay until the new owner takes up residence. As for your own personal possessions, you’re free to take them with you. I’m sorry, Sadie. I wish it could be otherwise. To be honest, I dreaded coming here today. You don’t deserve this.”

      Reeling with pain, she walked him to the door. “It’s Mac and Millie I worry about. The ranch is their home, too. I can hardly bear it.”

      When Jarod hadn’t showed up that night eight years ago, the Hensons were the ones who had tried to comfort her. She’d believed he had decided at the last minute that he couldn’t go through with their marriage, and she would never have survived if they hadn’t been there to help her get through that ghastly night.

      Reed Varney shook his head. “When Daniel summoned me to the ranch, I begged him not to do this, but he was beyond reason.”

      She stared into space. “He’s always been beyond reason.” This proved more than ever why her mother had been forced to abandon Sadie.

      If Eileen had stayed in the marriage, who knew what would have happened during one of his drunken rages when he’d threatened to kill his wife. Eileen’s decision to let him keep Sadie had probably saved both their lives.

      When Sadie had found out about Jarod’s accident, her father had threatened to kill Jarod if she went to the hospital to be with him. He’d made her write a letter telling Jarod she never wanted to see him again and then he’d told her to get out of his house. Millie and Mac were afraid for her life and urged her to leave Montana and go to her mother in California, saving her once more.

      “Thank you for coming,” she said quietly to the lawyer.

      “Of course. The number for Parker Realty is listed on the paper. They’ve already put an ad in the multiple listings section. Things should be moving quickly. I’ll be in touch with you again soon.”

      The second he left, she grabbed the file and hurried to her bedroom to hide it in the dresser drawer. She never wanted the Hensons to know what he’d put in the will about them. They’d been wonderful surrogate parents to her. Somehow she had to protect them.

      With that decision made, she grabbed her purse and left for the kitchen, determined to lie through her teeth if she had to. She found Millie at the sink and gave her a hug. “Hey! I made the mess and planned to clean it up.”

      “Nonsense. How did everything go?”

      “Fine. Tomorrow I’ll drive to Billings and meet with him in his office,” she lied. “Where’s Zane?”

      “Outside with Ryan. If Tim Lawson was as terrific as Zane, then your mother was a very lucky woman.”

      “She was. So was I, to be raised by you and Mac. I love you and Liz dearly. You know that, don’t you?”

      “The feeling’s mutual.”

      “You’re my family now and that’s the way it’s going to stay.” No matter what she had to do.

      “Nothing would make us happier.” They hugged again.

      “I’m going to drive into White Lodge. Do you want me to do any shopping for you while I’m there?”

      “We stocked up for the funeral so I think we’re fine right now.”

      “Okay. See you later. Just so you know, tonight I’m going to visit Ralph Bannock. Zane will babysit Ryan.” She hadn’t asked him yet, but knew he’d do it.

      Zane’s wife had betrayed him with another man while he’d been in the navy. After he’d left the military, they’d divorced and, not long after, Zane had lost his elder brother, Tim. “Honey, I can do that.”

      “I know you can, Millie, but you spent enough time raising me. The last thing I want to do is take advantage of you. We’ll be back