The Cowboy's Homecoming

She waited. And wished she was tall because then he wouldn’t have to drop his gaze to meet hers. She could face him, head on, eye to eye.

He held out the Bible. “I can’t keep this.”

“She cared about you.”

“I know she did, but this is something she wanted you to have.”

“We should go.” Jason shot a quick look at the sky. “Now!”

Her brother took hold of her arm and started to pull her toward the parking lot and their trucks. Her gaze shot to the southern horizon. Wind blew against them, slowing their progress and the rain hitting Beth’s face stung like ice against her skin.

A slow, loud warning siren sounded in the distance and she heard Jeremy yelling at them to stop.

Chapter Four

The tornado siren sounded as Jeremy watched Beth heading for her truck, Jason at her side. She turned to say something. Her words were lost in the strong gust of wind that hit, blowing leaves across the church lawn and small limbs from the few trees.

Jeremy scanned the horizon. A warning didn’t necessarily mean a tornado on the ground. Sometimes a warning was just a warning.

This time, though, things were a little different. He could feel the energy, the hum of the storm, the vibration of it. The deafening roar echoed in the distance.

“We should head for the basement.” Jeremy watched the sky as he yelled, cupping his mouth to get the sound across the wind.

Jason nodded and started back, his cell phone in his hand. Jeremy guessed he was probably calling his wife. Beth stood frozen a few feet behind Jason.

“Beth, come on.”

She nodded but she didn’t move. She was watching the sky, the wind blowing her hair. A gust caught her hat. She pushed it back down and held on.

Jeremy raced across the crumbling parking lot and grabbed her arm. “This is not the time to stand and watch.”

The roar increased in intensity. To the south the clouds were now tumbling and rolling, a dark mass of swirling destruction.

“Hurry.” He had hold of Beth’s arm and she was fighting him, pulling away.

“I can make it home.”

“Beth, head for the church,” Jason yelled as he pushed his phone into his pocket and turned, glancing at the dark clouds and then at his sister.

Jeremy cursed under his breath and picked her up. She was light in his arms and her protests were weak. Her arms went around his neck and he didn’t know if it was rain or her tears that soaked his shoulder.

“I can walk.” Beth struggled a little, and he held her tight.

“I know you can but…” He shook his head, not wanting to get stuck in the storm while she watched the clouds.

As they raced to the church, pieces of insulation fell from the sky. Jeremy ducked his head into the wind. That put his face pretty close to Beth’s. And she smelled so good he decided carrying her was about the best idea he’d had in a while. Or maybe the worst.

Jason was ahead of him, jerking the door of the church open. They raced through the building to the door at the back of the sanctuary. The basement was dark. The steps were narrow.

He hadn’t turned on electricity to the building. There hadn’t seemed to be a reason.

Jason pulled out his cell phone and lit up the steps with a patch of blue light. Jeremy held Beth tight and followed the other man down the steps. The basement held two classrooms and a kitchen/fellowship area that had seen better days.

“The back room,” Jeremy yelled, and he didn’t have to. The deafening roar had been left behind. The basement was pretty quiet, and a whole lot eerie. Jason glanced back and nodded. The room in the corner was the smallest and safest.

“Let me down.” Beth came back to life, fighting in his arms.

“Not until we’re in that room and safe. I’m not going to let you freeze up now, or have you head back upstairs to chase tornadoes.”

“I didn’t freeze. I just didn’t…” She shuddered in his arms. “Don’t grab me again.”

“I won’t. Once you’re safe I’ll never touch you again.”

Man, that wasn’t a promise he wanted to keep. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, she felt good in his arms.

He put her down in the corner of the room and slammed the door shut behind him. The windowless room cut them off from the rest of the world. Buried beneath the ground, it was nearly soundproof. Their cell phones glowed an unearthly blue.

He turned, surveying their shelter, flashing his cell phone around the darkness. He’d had Sunday school in this room as a kid. It had been painted white, to dispel the dark, windowless gloom. Posters of Jesus had hung on the walls to add color. There had been an easel with a felt board in the corner for paper cutouts of Jesus and the disciples.

Now the room was draped with spiderwebs that clung to his clothes. He brushed a strand from his face and hoped the resident hadn’t remained behind.

Back then he’d been a kid who knew how to pray. Man, he didn’t have a clue where that kid went. Somewhere along the way he’d started taking care of things on his own.

Lot of good that had done him.

He scanned the room looking for the flashlight he thought he’d left down here a few days earlier, when he’d been poking around in the old building, stirring up dust and memories. He’d left it in the kitchen.

“I have a flashlight out there.” He yanked the door open and ignored objections from Jason and Beth. The flashlight was on the counter next to an old avocado-green fridge. He grabbed it and raced back to the shelter of the classroom.

Jason shook his head when Jeremy walked in, flashing the light around the room. Jason had taken a seat on the edge of an old table.

“How long do we stay down here?” Beth sat on the stool in the corner of the room, shivering, her bare arms damp from the rain that pummeled them as they ran for the church. He flashed the light in her direction and she glanced away.

Jeremy pulled off the plaid shirt he wore over his T-shirt. He tossed it to her, as if it didn’t matter. But it did. When she held it in her hands and smiled it mattered a lot. She slipped her arms into the shirt and pulled it around herself.

He turned away, listening, waiting. Jason stood next to him, his cell phone up to his ear. Jason bowed his head, leaning against the wall. Jeremy put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing tight. “She’s fine.”

“Of course she is.” Beth smiled, her words sunny and bright in the dark room. “She’s Alyson and she’s probably in the basement praying like crazy for everyone else.”