Bittner, Rosanne (39 page)

Lettie swallowed at the eternal lump in her throat. "Poor Robbie thinks it's something he did. He was bathing Paul with a cool rag when it happened. It was a terrible thing for him. He needs to talk to his father about it, but Luke isn't there. Nial has talked to him, has encouraged him in being a doctor. He needs that right now. I can't help but be grateful for how he has helped Robbie emotionally. Me, too. I've suffered so, knowing that I neglected Paul when Nathan was home... and the moment he died, I should have been holding him in my arms. He should have been in my—" She could not finish. As the sickening grief revisited her, she broke into sobs.

"My God, Lettie, have you given Luke the chance to help you through this? Does he even know how you or Robbie or anyone is feeling?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know because you haven't
told
him. Talk to Luke instead of that damned Englishman. Let him back into your life. Don't let Nial Bentley take advantage of your problems. You and Luke have something Will and I were never blessed with. Children. Yes, you've lost two sons, but there is hope one will come back to you; and you have four other children who need their mother and father. Those children are something you and Luke share that you can never share with Nial Bentley. You also share a past, memories, lots of them good ones. Don't you see how much you have to be thankful for, Lettie?"

Lettie quickly wiped at her tears and turned to take both of Henny's hands. "I know one thing I am thankful for, and that's my very best friend, Henny Doolan. You
are
going to be all right, aren't you, Henny? I need you."

Henny smiled lovingly. "You need Luke, Lettie, not me. You remember that. You remember who loves you more than anybody on earth could love you, even though he might be afraid to show it right now."

Lettie leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Always ready with sage advice, aren't you, Henny?"

She shrugged. "A woman has to be good for something."

Lettie smiled then herself. "You're good for me, and for Will. Where is Will, anyway?"

"Haven't you heard? There has been a lot of trouble with rustlers lately. Will and several other ranchers formed a posse. All but Luke are back from Cheyenne. They got word some of the outlaws might be camped down by Pine Creek, hiding cattle in that canyon area where hardly anybody ever goes, probably figure on sneaking them out of there and on up into Canada. At any rate, Will and the others hope to catch Luke on his way back from the drive so he can join in on the hunt. Your men at the Double L probably don't know about it yet because they all just rode out yesterday. They had enough men that they weren't even going to stop at your ranch. They probably didn't want you getting all up-set.

Lettie's smile vanished. She rose. "No, I didn't know. I've been so wrapped up in my personal problems. Nial never said anything about rustlers and men forming a posse. He must know about it."

"Of course he knows. Some of his own men are with the posse. Nial probably doesn't want you worrying, not for your sake, but because it would make you start thinking about Luke, and he doesn't want that. If the man had any sand in him, he'd be riding with the posse himself; but he's not one to get in there and handle things himself like Luke. He lets his men do his work for him, while he goes off trying to steal another man's wife."

Lettie felt a heat come into her cheeks. Was that how it really was? Had she let her emotions over Paul blind her womanly instincts? She had most certainly let her loneliness and need draw her to another man. Did everyone else think there was something intimate going on? And what if something happened to Luke, before they had the chance to find each other again? If she lost Luke now... and Ty! She hadn't spent much time with him these last months while he was learning to run the ranch. She had never even asked her son how he felt about little Paul's death. Ty was with Luke. If he went along on the search for the rustlers, he could be hurt!

She turned to look up the road from town. Bob Franks wasn't back yet. She was suddenly impatient to get back home in case Luke came back before going after those rustlers. There was so much to tell him. And she hadn't hugged Ty in the longest time. Henny was right. She had been so involved in mourning the children she had lost, that she had failed to give enough love and attention to the children still with her.

Luke and his men watched from the high plateau where they had made camp the night before. A cloud of dust on the open plains below signified several riders.

"Who do you think it is, Pa?" Tyler asked his father. The boy sat straight and proud in his saddle, feeling every bit a man for being allowed to go with his father on the cattle drive this summer. Even though he was only twelve, he was big and strong enough in body to handle Stomper, a big, roan-colored gelding often ridden by Tex.

"I'm not sure," Luke answered. He looked over at the faithful scout who had been with him for several years now. "What do you think, Runner?"

"Can't tell. Maybe a posse. They are white men, and they ride all together like they are very determined."

"They're headed southwest," Tex put in. "Looks like they're real intent on gettin' where they're goin'."

"I don't think they're outlaws or rustlers," Billy Sacks added. "I've always heard they usually travel with extra horses, and this time of year, coming out of the best range like that, they'd already have stolen cattle and horses along."

"I agree," Luke spoke up. "Let's ride down there and meet them, see what's going on." He kicked his horse into a hard ride, his riding agility tested when the animal slipped and slid down a steep hillside that was a mixture of clay and gravel. He glanced back to be sure Ty was doing all right in the dangerous descent, proud of how well his son had handled his first cattle drive, taking night watch at times just like the other men, sometimes helping the cook, taking his turn at tending the remuda, never complaining. He was a ranchman, born and bred. Maybe someday Robbie would come around and want to be as much a part of the ranch as his brother. There was a time when he'd dreamed of all three of his sons taking over someday, but Robbie was lost in his dream of being a doctor; and Paul...

He couldn't think about Paul. Couldn't talk about him. He wished he could. Maybe then he and Lettie could find each other again. The pain was just too great, of remembering holding his littlest boy in his arms, already dead; of knowing he might have lived if he hadn't been so far from help; of recalling the look in Lettie's eyes when she realized the last child she would ever have had been taken from her. It was so much easier to be out here under big skies, or to drink himself into a stupor in town, than to face the reality of his son's death and the loss of his wife's companionship. How had he managed to be such a success in matters outside the home, and such a failure at his personal life?

He and the eight men with him, plus Ty, reached the bottom of the plateau and broke into a hard gallop, the cook, simply called Oatmeal, lagging behind with the chuck wagon, and three more men herding the remuda even farther back. He could see that the riders they were trying to reach before they got too far past had finally noticed them and were pulling up. Luke glanced over at Ty, who was riding hard right alongside him, his dark hair flying away from his face, his wide-brimmed hat caught by its cord around his neck and bouncing at his shoulders. He grinned as he realized Ty was turning this into a race, and he let up a little on his own gray-and-white speckled Appaloosa, letting the boy nose ahead of him. "All right, you win!" he shouted as they neared the waiting riders.

Ty let out a war whoop and laughed. "You
let
me win, didn't you?"

"No. I swear," Luke answered with a grin. Yes. Out here he could feel good. Out here he could laugh. He wanted to share laughter again with Lettie and the other children.

"Luke! We was hopin' to run into you!"

Luke recognized his good friend Will's voice. It reminded him of poor Henny, partly crippled now. He knew how hard it was for Will to see her that way, but at least the woman wasn't crippled emotionally, as Lettie seemed to be. "What's going on?" he shouted in reply, slowing his horse to a trot as he rode closer. He recognized several of the others now, Carl Rose, Calvin Briggs, Joe Parker, Hank Kline, and several other men, some of them small ranchers, some businessmen from Billings who had joined them, men sworn to help uphold the law in Montana the only way it could be done in these parts—through vigilante committees. "You boys look like you're hot on somebody's trail." Luke's men formed a line beside him.

"We're headed for Pine Creek, Luke," Calvin Briggs answered. "We would have waited for you, but we couldn't wait on this one. Annie Gates had a customer the other night who got so drunk he bragged about how he was going to meet up with some buddies of his at Pine Creek Canyon and help herd some cattle north, said he'd be making a lot of money for helping because they'd get a good price for the cattle up in Canada. Told Annie he'd bring her a diamond necklace when he came back. There's no ranchers we know of around Pine Creek, and nobody we know takes their cattle to Canada except rustlers. Annie told Sheriff Tracy about it, and he sent messengers out to the rest of the ranchers. Figured it was a job for us instead of him. We had us a little talk with the one who bragged about helpin' herd the cattle. By the time we finished with him, he told us the truth. It's rustlers, all right, and part of their gang is the Walkers, them two boys and their pa that you chased off the Double L last year."

"I thought they were far away from here by now. Don't they realize we all know they're the ones who raided Matt Duncan's place and killed Duncan? They raped the poor man's wife besides, then made off with all his livestock. How can they be stupid enough to come back here?"

"Well, it's a good thing that hired hand of Duncan's managed to get to town to tell us he seen it was the Walker boys. Now we've got no doubt what to do with them if we find them."

"Bastards," Luke fumed. "I've lost at least three hundred head myself over the past couple of years. It was probably the Walkers who took them."

"It's just too bad it took so long for Duncan's man to get to town to tell us about what happened," Will put in. "Otherwise we could have followed their tracks if they were fresh. I'd have chased the bastards all the way into Canada if necessary, but by the time we got out there, it was too late. Rain had washed away the tracks. Now we've got a chance to get our hands on those sons of bitches."

"We'll get them this time," Hank spoke up. He scratched at his gray beard. "If we do, I guess that means Annie is good for more than a roll in bed."

They all laughed, and Luke felt an ache for a woman. He wanted that woman to be Lettie, but she hadn't come to his bed in months, and because of Paul's death, he couldn't bring himself to force his wife into submitting, but his estrangement from Lettie had led him into Annie Gates's bed. He knew some of these men were aware he'd been with Annie, probably thought he had done so more than once. He was not about to bother trying to explain it to any one of them. Men like these understood such things were private, and they made no judgments. "I'll send my cook and a couple more men home with Ty. The rest of us will join you," he told Will and the others.

"No, Pa! I want to go with you!" Ty protested.

"Not on your life. You might be old enough for the drive, but not for rustlers. There will probably be a lot of shooting."

"But, Pa—"

"Ty, you'll go home!" Luke said sternly. "The last thing your mother and I need is to lose another son."

The other men lost their smiles and signaled to one another to ride on ahead a ways and let Luke talk to the boy alone. Will stayed behind.

"Pa, it sounds exciting."

"And in two or three more years, I'll let you take part in these things, but not yet, Ty." Luke moved his horse closer, removing his hat and wiping at his brow with the sleeve of his blue shirt. "Ty, you know what a strain this past year and a half has been. This could be dangerous, and it would be
more
dangerous for me if I have to worry about where you are and if you're all right. You go on home with Oatmeal and the remuda. Explain to your mother where I've gone and that I'll be back as soon as it's over. A good ranch hand obeys orders, Ty. You know that."

Tyler nodded, pouting. "You be careful, Pa. Ma needs you. She might not say so, or act like it, but she does."

Luke felt the growing pain in his heart, wishing, hoping the boy was right. He and Ty had had a lot of time to talk on the trail, and Ty had told him about Nial Bentley's visit last spring. In some ways Luke thought maybe a man like Nial was better for Lettie after all; but his own possessive jealousy refused to allow it. Nial had stayed away from the cattlemen's meetings, and Luke had not had a chance to talk to the man before he left on the cattle drive. He hoped Bentley had sense enough to stay away from the Double L while he'd been gone. "Things will work out, Ty," he said now. "I promised you I'd stay home more this fall and winter, and I will." He reached out, and father and son hugged briefly. "You did a damn good job, Ty. You go back and take care of your mother and brother and sisters until I get back."

"Be careful, Pa."

Luke nodded, turning to his men and ordering three of them to go on to the ranch with Oatmeal and Ty and take the remuda with them. They all headed out, and Luke waved when Ty turned for a last look at his father. He waved back, then rode around the remuda to help herd the horses.

"The boy did good, did he?" Will asked, riding closer to Luke.

"Real well. When I'm gone, the Double L will be in good hands," Luke answered. "I just hope Robbie will be a part of it, too."

"You can't order your kids' lives, Luke. You know how much Paul's death affected poor Robbie. If bein' a doctor makes it all better for him, you've gotta let the boy try."

Luke sighed, turning his horse. "I don't know, Will. It seems that my family is going in six different directions. Maybe it would all be easier for me to cope with if I could feel close to Lettie again, but it's as if she's in another world, as though she hardly knows I'm around when I
am
home."