Simple Gifts (31 page)
Katie's cell phone rang and she punched the on button. “Yes, this is Katie. Oh. Hi. Yes, I meant to call you this morning about the feed bill. I'll have the payment to you by morningâyes, in the morning. No later, Sue.” Katie flashed a lame grin in Warren's direction. “Yeah, can't really talk now. Thanks for calling.” She clicked the off button and resumed the conversation with Warren without missing a beat. “I really have to go. Who do I see about getting the animals?”
“You've got room for four near-dead horses?”
“I've got a barn and pasture. I'll make room.”
Shaking his head, Warren focused on the activity. “I haven't acquired injured horses on their way to the slaughterhouse, but I suppose if I was planning on it, I'd start by consulting Ben O'Keefe. Most likely he can trace the owner's name, maybe talk to the people at USDA or the humane society.”
“Ben?” Her eyes tracked the sheriff, busy trying to redirect traffic. “You think he'd help?” Not likely. She and Ben had been at sword's point since the night all those years ago when he'd failed to show up for their high school prom. The man had stood her up. She didn't hold grudges, but neither had she necessarily treated him cordially since that humiliating evening so long ago. She wasn't sure he would be overly eager to help her, though lately he'd been teasing her about dating. As if she'd date a man she couldn't trust. She hadn't stayed single all of her thirty-six years by practicing stupidity. Like Warren, she'd known Ben most of her life, but the two boysâat least at the time they were boysâwere as different as rain and fire. Warren, though a nerd, had always been kind, courteous, with dark complexion and dark eyes, while Ben had rugged features, ruddy complexion, and unruly curly red hair. Feisty featuresâmaddening features when she was sitting in a prom gown waiting for the man to show up. Warren's voice broke into her thoughts. “You'd have to pay the person who owns them something, I supposeâthough if they're injured enough, he might pay you to take them off his hands.”
Katie shrugged and scribbled down the information on a notepad. “Thanks, Warren. Good to see you back.”
“No problem.” He tipped his Stetson. “I suppose your lady guest has an escort with her?”
Ah yes, this woman would have high security. Katie had been reluctant to take this particular case. She wouldn't have if a college schoolmate-turned-judge hadn't pleaded with her to give the woman temporary shelter and anonymity, the latter being of utmost importance. Elections were coming up, and if word spread that the party candidate was married to a wife beater, the party could lose a Senate seat. Katie's shelter only held threeâno more than four women at the most, and with this celebrity arrival the house was full.
“She's with an escort. I'll phone and tell them I'm running late.” Katie turned to thread her way through the onlookers and emergency vehicles. “Oh!” She whirled and cupped her hands to her mouth to be heard above the crowd. “Hey Ben?”
The sheriff was immersed in the rescue efforts, and she had to yell twice before she got his attention. “Yo?”
“If I get permission to take the horses to the ranch, can you haul them for me?” She knew he had all sorts of stock trailers, big and small. She'd had one several years back, but it was out of commission now, and it only hauled one horse.
Katie wasn't surprised when Ben's usual edginess with her flared. “Katie Addison, before you can take care of the world, you'd better take care of yourself!”
“Yada yada! Can you haul my horses?”
Eyes the color of cool summer ponds met hers. Katie held her breath. Even she realized the audacity of her request. Why would this man give her the time of day when she probably wouldn't have reciprocated? But he could easily say no. And he never gave up on asking her for a date. Two weeks ago, they happened to land side by side in stadium bleachers at the local Legion high school ball game, and he tried to entice her, or she supposed. “Want to get a hot dog afterwards?” constituted his idea of a date. She had refused, yet her pride had not kept her from eating half of his bag of popcorn.
Warren trailed Katie. “I'll haul them for you.”
She turned. “You will?”
If he was being polite, the geek-turned-prince was too much of a neighbor to retract the offer. He nodded. “If you manage to get the horses, give me a call.”
“Thanks!” She tossed him a salute, then cupped her hands and called to Ben. “Never mind!”
He barely glanced her way as he continued to divert traffic.
Katie bolted for the jeep. Her guest's plane had landed over thirty minutes ago.
Inside the vehicle, she turned the ignition key, her eyes catching sight of the gold bracelet Grandpops had given her his last Christmas on earth. The thin chain had one tiny charm that read, “Expect a miracle.”
She'd need a miracle to get those horses, but she was going to try like blue blazes to pull it off. How hard could it be? Adopting horses on their way to doom?
Where would she get the money if the owner required cash?
Starting the jeep, she decided she'd see if Ben would help her locate the horses' owner before she started worrying about finances.
Warren turned and watched Katie drive out of sight. She hadn't changed an iota over the years. Blonde hair still worn in a chin length cut, hazel eyes, taller than most women. She was easily still the prettiest girl in Little Bush, and still determined to save the world. Katie had been the champion of the underdog since kindergarten. He'd admired her for her faith in people back then, but years spent trying to survive in the real world had taught him that very few cared about anything except advancing their own agenda. Apparently Katie Addison hadn't learned that yet. In his opinion, bad choices run in families. Katie's mom and fraternal grandmother had been involved with abusive menâKatie's mom had died at the hands of one, and Katie was determined to keep her private women's shelter open when obviously money was tight.
What did it take to shake her faith? A Wyoming tsunami?
Warren glanced at the disappearing jeep. If it was possible, he'd get those horses for Katie. Not because he had any interest in her personallyâhe'd had his fill of females, especially independent females, which described Katie Addison to a tee.
But horses were a different story. For horses, he would compromise his convictions to stay far, far away from females. All females.
Monday Morning Faith
Lori Copeland
Dear Mom and Pop,
Two days ago we all spent the afternoon in palm trees. One of the village dogs broke his leash and treed the whole community. The dog is mean, but I have managed to form a cautious relationship with him by feeding him scraps from our table, and jelly beansâ¦I hope candy doesn't hurt a dog; it hasn't hurt this dog, I can assure you.
I know you're wondering about Samâ¦I love him with all my heart, but sometimes love isn't enough.
Love always,
Johanna
Librarian Johanna Holland likes her simple life in Saginaw, Michigan. So why is she standing in the middle of the New Guinea Jungle? Johanna is simply aghast at the lack of hot showers andâ¦wellâ¦clothing! She is positive the mission field is most certainly not God's plan for her life, but will that mean letting go of the man she loves? Warm and whimsical,
Monday Morning Faith
will take you on a spiritual journey filled with depth and humor.
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