One Night with a Red-Hot Rancher. Diana Palmer

out her cell phone and punched in 911. Then she ran back to Kell and waited.

      The next hour was a blur of ambulance sirens, police sirens, blue uniforms, tan uniforms and abject terror.

      She waited for Dr. Micah Steele to come out and tell her what Kell’s condition was. She was sick and chilled to the bone. If Kell died, she’d have nobody.

      He came back out to the waiting room a few minutes after Kell was brought in, tall and blond and somber.

      “How is he?” she asked frantically.

      “Badly beaten,” he told her, “which you already know. His back is one long bruise. We’re still doing tests, but he has some feeling in his legs, which indicates that the shrapnel in his back may have shifted. If the tests verify that, I’m having him transported to the medical center in San Antonio. I have a friend who’s an orthopedic surgeon there. He’ll operate.”

      “You mean, Kell could walk again?” she asked, excited.

      He smiled. “Yes.” The smile faded. “But that’s not my immediate concern. He said there were three men. One of them was a man you’ve had dealings with, I understand. Frank Bartlett.”

      “Beating up a paralyzed man, with a mob,” she gritted. “What a brave little worm he is!”

      “Sheriff ’s got an all-points bulletin out for him and his friends,” Micah told her. “But you’re in danger until they’re found. You can’t stay out there at the house by yourself.”

      “If you send Kell to San Antonio,” she said, “I’ll call a friend who works for the same veterinary practice that employed me until I moved here. She’ll let me stay with her.”

      “You’ll have to be in protective custody,” Micah said firmly.

      She smiled. “Her brother is a Texas Ranger. He lives with her.”

      “Well!”

      “I’ll call her as soon as I see Kell.”

      “That will be another twenty minutes,” he said. “We have to finish the tests first. But he’s going to be fine.”

      “Okay. Thanks, Dr. Steele.”

      He smiled. “Glad I can help. I like Kell.”

      “I do, too.”

      She phoned Brenda Banks in San Antonio. Brenda’s brother, Colter, was a Texas Ranger. He’d been based out of Houston until his best friend, a Houston police officer named Mike Johns, was killed trying to stop a bank robbery. Colter had asked for reassignment to Company D of the Texas Rangers, based in Bexar County, and moved in with his sister. Since Company D now had an official Cold Case sergeant, Colter applied for and obtained the job. Brenda said he loved solving old cases.

      She tried the apartment, first, and sure enough, Brenda was at home and not at work. “How do you like your new job?” Brenda asked when she heard Cappie’s voice.

      “I like it a lot. Do you still have a spare bedroom, and is there a job opening there at the vet clinic?”

      “Oh, dear.”

      “Yes, well, things didn’t work out as well as I hoped,” Cappie said quietly. “Frank and a couple of friends came down and almost beat Kell to death. He’s on his way up to San Antonio for back surgery and I need a place to stay, just until after the surgery. They wanted me in protective custody, but I told them Colter lived with you…”

      “You poor kid! You can come and stay as long as you like,” Brenda said at once. “But Colter’s out of the country on a case. He has an apartment of his own now. What’s that about Kell?” she asked worriedly. “Is he going to be all right?”

      “He’s just banged up, mostly,” Cappie said, “but the shrapnel in his back has shifted and he has feeling in his legs. They may be able to operate.”

      “What a blessing in disguise,” the other woman said quietly. “But what about you? Don’t tell me Frank went to your house just to beat up your brother.”

      “He was probably looking for me,” she confessed. “But he’d already done enough damage to my working relationship with my new boss. I don’t have a job anymore, either.”

      “I’ll ask Dr. Lammers about something part-time,” she said immediately. “I know they’d love to have you back. The new tech doesn’t have the dedication to the job that you had, and doesn’t show up for work half the time, either. I’ll phone her right now. Meanwhile, you come on up here. You know where the spare key’s kept.”

      “Thanks a million, Brenda.” Her voice was breaking, despite her efforts to control it.

      “Honey, I’m so sorry,” Brenda said gently. “If there’s anything I can do, anything at all, you just tell me.”

      Cappie swallowed. “I’ve missed you.”

      “I’ve missed you, too. You just hang on. Get Kell up here and then come on yourself. We’ll handle it. Okay?”

      “Okay.”

      “I’ll phone Dr. Lammers right now.” She hung up.

      Cappie went back to the waiting room and sat, sad and somber, while she waited for the test results and a chance to talk to Kell.

      Dr. Steele was smiling when he came back. “I think it’s operable,” he said. “I’m going to send Kell to San Antonio by chopper. It’s quicker and it will be easier on his back. We don’t want that shrapnel to shift again. You can see him, just for a minute. Want to fly up with him?”

      “Yes, if I can,” she said.

      He nodded toward Kell’s room. “Cash Grier is in there with him. He wants a word with you, too.”

      “Okay. Thanks, Dr. Steele.”

      She opened the door and walked in. Cash Grier was leaning against the windowsill, very somber. Kell looked terrible, but he smiled when she bent over to kiss him.

      “Dr. Steele thinks they may be able to operate,” she told him.

      “So I heard.” He smiled. “I don’t know how I’ll afford it, but maybe they take IOUs.”

      “You get better before you worry about money,” she said firmly. “We can always sell the car.”

      “Sure, that will pay for my aspirin,” Kell chuckled.

      “Stop that. It’s going to work out,” she said firmly. “Hi, Chief,” she greeted Cash.

      “Hi, yourself. Your ex-boyfriend was after you,” he said without preamble. “He won’t quit. He knows he’ll go back to jail for what he did to Kell. He’ll get you, if he can, before we catch him.”

      “I’m going to fly up to San Antonio with Kell,” she said slowly, “and I’ll be staying with my best friend. Her brother’s a Texas Ranger.” She didn’t add that he was out of town. After all, Cash wouldn’t know. But would she be putting Brenda in danger, just by being there?

      “Colter’s out of the country, and Brenda doesn’t own a weapon,” Cash said, stonefaced. He nodded when she gasped. “I know Colter. I used to be a Texas Ranger, too. We’ve kept in touch. You don’t want to put Brenda in the line of fire.”

      “I was just worrying about that.” She bit her lower lip. “Then what do we do?”

      “You stay in a hotel near the hospital,” he said. “We’re sending security up to watch you.”

      “Police officers from here?” she wondered.

      “Not really,” Cash said slowly. “Actually Eb Scott is detailing two of his men to stay with you. One is just back from the Middle East, and the other is waiting for an assignment.”

      “Mercenaries,” she said softly.

      “Exactly.”