A Place Called Harmony (34 page)

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Millanie McAllen used the backs of the airline seats to hop her way from the tiny toilet to the exit as the flight attendant pulled out her crutches from the front storage.

“Sorry, Captain McAllen, I thought everyone was off.” The girl apologized with a quick smile at Millanie.

“No problem. I needed a few minutes to change.” Millanie’s army jacket rested over her arm. Her name bar and ribbons sparkled in the plane’s lighting. She traded the attendant her uniform for the crutches as she read the girl’s name tag. “Trudi, would you mind folding this into my bag? When I walk off, or rather limp off, this plane and into Texas, I’m no longer in the army.”

While the attendant did as she’d requested, Millanie tried to straighten the wrinkled long-sleeve blouse and gathered prairie skirt she’d changed into. They were not exactly her style—far too lacy.

“I could call for a chair.” Trudi looked at her with trained sympathy in her eyes. “This time of night they’re never busy.”

“No, thanks. I can handle this.” After four plane changes and an all-night layover at LaGuardia with her leg hurting like they’d left shrapnel in it, simply walking out of the last airport seemed like a piece of cake.

“What time of night is it?” Millanie guessed she sounded a bit crazy, but she’d lost all track of time after flying halfway around the world.

“Almost eleven. The airport will be closing soon. We’re the last flight, I think.”

Looping her purse over one shoulder so that it was out of the way and wrapping the bag strings around the long strap, the newly decommissioned Captain McAllen hobbled off the plane. She refused to look back and take one more glance of sympathy. She’d had enough to last a lifetime.

*   *   *

The air was different in West Texas; it was unlike anywhere in the world: thin and pure with the smell of the earth spiced in by the wind. She hadn’t been back to Harmony for six years, but she swore she could smell cattle and oil circulating in the air-conditioned breeze even inside the terminal.

Part of the crowd who’d come to stand and wave flags and cheer for hometown warriors returning on her flight were now milling around, picking up streamers they’d thrown and rolling up flags. She’d heard soldiers talking when they’d waited at the USO in Dallas. One had been told about the welcoming group that would be waiting for them when they landed in Amarillo. All the men seemed excited to be going home to a place where they would be welcomed by a crowd of friends, family, and fellow veterans.

Millanie had limped her way down half a mile of crowded gates at DFW to find a clothing store. It sold the gaudiest Western clothes in Texas. Her choices had been jeans with rhinestone crosses on her butt or a gathered skirt that looked like it had been hanging around since the sixties. She chose the one that would go over her cast.

Looking down at her attire, she guessed her great-great-grandmother probably wore the same kind of outfit when she climbed off the covered wagon almost a hundred and fifty years ago to homestead. Patrick and Annie McAllen hadn’t been much more than kids when they’d helped found Harmony. Maybe that was why, no matter where she traveled, the little town would always be home.

She took a deep breath and smiled. Two more hours and she’d be able to rest.

By the time she made it downstairs to the baggage claim area, everyone else on her flight was long gone, and she’d sweated so much her black curly hair lay plastered as if it were a swim cap. Her army-issued duffle bag was circling on the carousel like a lonely drunk after last call.

I can do this,
she set her mind.
Grab the bag. Drag it the thirty feet to the car rental booth
. Somehow she’d manage to get her right leg in the car and drive with her left.

The thought crossed her mind that she was an idiot for not calling Major Katherine Cummings or one of her dozen cousins in Harmony to come get her. But Millanie, as always, had to prove she could handle everything on her own. She’d been that way since she was nineteen and lost both her parents within a year.

Besides, the major had married the local funeral director and had a baby since they’d last seen each other and Millanie had no idea what her married name was. They weren’t really friends, just two soldiers who had a town in common. Millanie had listed Harmony as her hometown and Katherine had been going there when she retired.

And now I’m returning,
Millanie thought. Something she figured she’d do after twenty or thirty years in the army, not after twelve. One stranger in a crowd outside an embassy one night had changed all her plans and ended her career. Nothing personal. She was just in the wrong place when he wanted to kill himself.

Correction, the wound had not only ended her career, but every plan she ever made. Now she had no direction, no life, no future, and no job she loved. She was simply drifting and any direction, even Harmony, Texas, seemed a good place to go.

As she reached down, trying to balance on one leg while she grabbed for the duffle bag, the strap of her purse slid forward, causing her to miss the handle.

“Damn,” she mumbled.

A laugh came from just behind her.

She straightened and turned slowly, shifting her weight to regain her balance. No matter the injury, she’d be ready to fight. Twelve years as a soldier didn’t wash away overnight.

As she’d been trained to do, she sized up the man standing a few feet away. Tall, lean, in his mid-thirties with hair too long to be stylish and intelligent eyes behind his dark-framed glasses. A teacher or an accountant by the way he dressed, unarmed, and single she’d guess. She relaxed and faked a smile.

“Sorry.” He waved his hands in front of him as if erasing his outburst. “I shouldn’t have laughed, but for a moment you looked like you were playing some kind of strange game people waste their money on at the county fair. Reaching for the impossible.”

“You hang out at a lot of county fairs?” she asked, thinking this guy didn’t look like he ever left the library, or study, or lab, or wherever geeks like him hung out. She could almost picture a tiny hoarder’s apartment with stacks of books serving as tables. He probably drove one of those little cars that could almost serve as a paperweight when it wasn’t puttering along.

“I hang around them all the time. Can’t stay away from the great fried food.” He was lying, of course. “How about I grab your bag when it comes around again as my apology?”

She nodded her thank-you, guessing he wouldn’t be able to lift her bag. But she wasn’t a captain in the army anymore; maybe she shouldn’t be so critical. She must simply look like a woman, poorly dressed and stranded in an airport. Maybe she’d play the role all the way to the rent-a-car counter. Then she’d say, “Thank you,” and he’d leave thinking he’d done his good deed for the day.

The bag circled and, to her surprise, he picked it up.

Without lowering her only luggage to the ground, he said, “Where you headed? I’ll carry it for you.”

She smiled, thinking this plan was too easy. “I’m headed to a bed-and-breakfast in a little town called Harmony, but that’s a little far for you to carry my bag. How about just dropping it at the car counter over there?”

They both started toward the far end of the terminal just as the light above the last car booth blinked twice and went out.

“Great,” Millanie muttered. “Now I’ll have to find a cab and stay the night here.”

The professor type next to her spoke. “You could ride with me. I’m heading that direction and would be happy to give you a lift.”

No
was already on her lips, but when she looked at him she almost laughed. The man couldn’t look less like a serial killer. Odds were he’d be a safe driver who never traveled more than five miles over the speed limit. Her mother’s warning of not getting in cars with strangers surely didn’t apply to this geek.

When she didn’t answer, he must have felt the need to testify. “You’re in no danger, miss. I have a cabin out near Twisted Creek. It’s no trouble to drop you in Harmony on the way.” He didn’t seem to be trying to talk her into the ride, just stating facts.

“I wouldn’t mind paying for half the gas,” she offered.

“Oh, no. I’ll be happy for the company. A little conversation will keep me awake. I make this flight every month to visit my mother and the road seems endless when I’m driving alone.”

Now she knew she was safe. He’d been to visit his mother. How sweet. He’d have to live near Harmony if he knew about Twisted Creek, and everyone out there knew everyone else.

“I’ll hike out to the far parking lot and get my car. You wait here by the side door. I’ll be right back.” He shoved her duffle bag by the side entrance and disappeared.

She blinked. No one was around. She wasn’t even sure which way the professor type had gone. Between the pain in her leg and the lack of sleep, she might have drifted off while still on her feet, suspended like a fashion nightmare of a scarecrow between two crutches.

Moving through the side door, she welcomed the cool air of the panhandle plains night. Since she’d been injured, her life had gone completely to hell. The doctors patched her up, but she’d had no one she wanted to call for help. She could handle this part of the recovery on her own. Her one brother lived in New York and would have just complained that she should have listened to him and not joined the army in the first place. Or worse, he’d want her to come to New York.

Millanie needed peace, not people.

She stared up at the full moon, breathing deep relaxing breaths. In a few hours she’d be back to where she’d spent the first ten years of her life. The day before she’d turned eleven, her dad got transferred to Dallas. The family moved to a bigger house, had more money, but she’d never felt at home. Dallas was just where she lived for a while; Harmony would always be home. Harmony was a place where all the world seemed balanced, even if it was mostly just memories in her mind.

Out of the darkness behind the terminal building, Millanie heard movement and tried to focus her tired mind on reality.

The noise came again, muffled laughter, movement. Custodians taking a smoke break? Teenagers painting the outside of the building? Huge rats? She didn’t really care. All she wanted to do was get to the room she’d rented at the bed-and-breakfast and sleep for three days.

Then, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw them. Three men advancing in the tall dry grass. For a moment she was back on embassy guard duty. Listening. Standing ready. On alert.

Opening her eyes, and her ears, she took in her surroundings in the circles of light that she stood between. Amarillo, Texas. Not another country. Not a war.

Her vision adjusted. The three men were shadows now, crouched low, moving behind the bushes made from pampas grass. They were keeping off the sidewalk, but she could hear their every move.

She knew the moment they spotted her. Halted footsteps. Lowered voices.

The one in front straightened and slowed his pace. The other two followed. Now, the men who’d been creeping closer appeared to be simply walking toward her. They were young, loose-jointed probably due to drugs or too much alcohol.

“Hey, lady, that door still open?” the leader asked casually as if he couldn’t have easily guessed she’d just come out.

She nodded, her tired body feeling adrenaline begin to pump. All three wore old ball caps and dirty, baggy jeans low on their hips. Druggies, early twenties, probably armed but untrained. Her mind filed facts about each out of habit.

Only one came nearer and looked in the terminal. “No one’s around,” he whispered back to the others.

“Well, let’s grab it and go.” The second one moved closer, his whisper carrying easily on the wind.

Millanie kept her head down as if she were paying them no attention, but their planning drifted toward her in the midnight air.

“We could grab this woman’s purse,” one mumbled. “It’s probably got more cash in it than we’d get for that laptop Cherie left out.”

Millanie fought the urge to glance back and see which one of the car rental counters had a laptop sitting out. She’d bet it was the counter where the last light had blinked twice.