And I made a grave mistake in doing that. She gasped again when his fingers slid boldly between her legs. He looked so sad standing there, clutching the brim of his Stetson, the look on his face so solemn. And that's never been a problem. When she stopped beside Sara, Dessie pushed a strand of gray hair off her forehead and looked over at the sheriff. Those people sound really mad.
Instead of wallowing, Sara let her anger loose. She waits tables in a diner next door to a motel where they live. But the thing that impressed Gabe about Sara most was the tenderness she openly exhibited toward her son. And her dark brown eyes were now wide with fear. She pointed to the side of the road when a head popped up out of a hole to look at them. Howard Dillard was a big man, in his early sixties, and extremely fit for his age. Anyone would testify that Ronnie Kincaid was not someone you wanted for an enemy.
Gabe was waiting for her by the door with Ben. Billy had represented a chance to free herself from her past. Even worse, what if she and Ben remained stuck in Mexico indefinitely, trying to wait Gabe out? Life at the Crested-C began at sunrise and it ended shortly after dusk. She and Annie had been working the concession stand at the rodeo the summer before their senior year in high school when Sara met Billy Coulter. Was she really willing to risk Ben growing up with a bunch of rowdy cowboys who flirted with danger for sport? With the phone still to his ear, he hurried downstairs in search of a pen and paper. My first and last mistake.
A skinny old woman with gray hair grabbed the order and pushed two plates back through the window at her. Sara knew all too well that poverty often walked hand in hand with drugs and crime. But Gabe managed to reel in his anger. No need to wipe your feet, or watch your language. Especially in a town as small as Redstone, where the biggest news of the day was usually whether the old Dalmatian at the fire hall made it all the way down Redstone Boulevard and back.
And she was trying so very hard not to cry. And Sara and Ben would both bring top dollar. I did a little checking on you, Coulter. Not a bunch of lovesick cowpokes. Where do you think Gabe runs off to every night? And what about his ranch hands? Thankfully, Smitty did make those daily trips into town for their supplies.
And what if those high-powered attorneys Dessie had mentioned earlier were able to extradite them from Mexico? I could see it in his eyes. Ben falling in with the wrong crowd for one thing—a real threat for any boy who had no strong male influence in his life—and there would be enormous peer pressure as Ben grew older. Gabe had been thinking about what he wanted. Had it not been for Smitty, Gabe never would have been able to hang on to the ranch after his folks died. And the last thing she wanted was any advice from her father. With her elbows resting on the surface, all it took was a slight forward thrust of her breasts.
In a few weeks she would have had enough money saved to place a rent deposit on the house. And when I refused to take his fifty thousand dollars, he threatened to take me to court. The look she sent Uncle Gabe was anything but sweet. Unless he needed her help on the ranch she planned to find employment in Redstone so she could pay for her own room and board. He was telling everyone in Redstone that he was confident in his decision whether anyone liked it or not.
But he made no attempt to give her away. But when he suggests they stop the parent search and become a real family Hallie is torn between the role she never wanted and the man she always has. But Smitty never had been good at doing what other people wanted. He could wait a few minutes longer. Sara had washed everything from curtains to bed linens.