Courageous

“Yes.” She pressed close and shut her eyes. But already she felt the separation. It was going to be agonizing.

They stayed until the last dance. He left her with Justin and Shelby Ballenger while he went outside with the visiting cattleman in the Rolls-Royce.

“Something big’s going on, huh?” Justin asked Peg.

“Something,” she agreed, with a shy smile. Justin and Shelby were co-owners, with Justin’s brother Calhoun, of the enormous Ballenger Brothers Feedlot. They were millionaires many times over, and Shelby was a direct descendant of Big John Jacobs, the founder of Jacobsville, Texas. It had been an epic courtship, not without its agonies. But the couple was very happy and had grown children.

Grange was back shortly, and he looked pleased. “Time to go. It was a great party. I hope we made lots of money for the orphanage and the shelter.”

“We did,” Justin said with a smile. He put an arm around Shelby and held her close. “Record sums, I hear.”

“Good, good.”

“You be careful where you’re going,” Justin said, extending a hand to shake Grange’s. “Noble causes are noble, but they come at a price.”

“Yes, I do know. Thanks.”

“We’ll keep you in our prayers,” Shelby said gently. “Keep well.”

Grange nodded, smiled and tugged Peg out the door.

They watched Bonnie drive off in the Rolls-Royce.

“Will she have stories to tell!” Peg exclaimed. “I have to get a prescription refilled so I can get all the news!”

Grange laughed. “You women and your gossip.”

“Hey, men gossip, too,” she pointed out.

He made a face.

She had hoped that he might stop along the way, maybe park on some lonely back road. But to her disappointment, he drove right up to the front steps. And her father was inside, with the lights blazing.

He walked her onto the porch. His face was very solemn. “We’ve already jumped the gun, Peg,” he said gently. “No need to make things more complicated. Not right now. I have to have my mind on where I’m going, and what I have to do. Distractions can be fatal.”

The reality of the future caught her by the throat. She’d tried not to think about it, but now she had to face facts. He was going off to war, even if it wasn’t some officially declared one. He might not come back. The panic was in her expression.

“Hey.” He put his forefinger over her lips. “I made major before I mustered out of the military. You don’t get those promotions unless you know what you’re doing. Okay?”

She swallowed, hard. “Okay.”

He smiled gently. “You have a wonderful Christmas.”

“You, too.” She grimaced. “I didn’t get you anything yet. Can I send you something? Warm socks, maybe?” she tried to joke.

“I don’t think warm socks and tropical jungles are a good mix, do you?”

She sighed. “Mosquito repellant and snake pellets?”

“Better. I’ll try to get word to your father about our progress, but it’s going to be slow. I’ll have phones with me, but they can be used by the enemy to call down air strikes. The military we’re up against isn’t going to be a pushover. Machado trained most of them, and we have to consider that only a few are likely to defect to our cause. People generally don’t like sudden change.”

“I don’t like it at all,” she agreed. “Stay here.”

“People don’t make history by staying home. Not my nature.”

She sighed. “I know. Well, be careful.”

“Count on it.”

He bent, regardless of her father’s presence in the living room, and kissed her with breathless tenderness. He looked into her eyes for a long time, until she felt shivers down her spine. “You’re the most special person in my life. I’ll come home. I’ve been alone for a long time. I don’t want to be alone anymore, Peg.”

She gasped at the way he was looking at her. “Me … me, neither,” she whispered.

He kissed her eyelids, touching them with the tip of his tongue. “My sweet girl. I’ll be back before you know it.”

She nodded, forcing a wobbly smile. “Okay. I’ll hold you to that promise.”

He smiled. “Good night, Cinderella.” He bent and kissed her one last time, hard, before he turned and she went inside.

Her eyes followed him with aching longing. She was the most special person in his life. He didn’t want to be alone anymore. That had to mean something. It sounded like a commitment. It gave her hope. Great hope.

The next morning, Grange was in Emilio Machado’s camp, gathering gear and talking to his men. Peg was as far from his thoughts as ice cream sundaes and television sports, because he couldn’t afford the distraction of remembering her soft, eager mouth under his.

Machado was grim. “We have men, and equipment,” he told Grange. “We have more financing, thanks to your efforts and those of Mr. Pendleton. But we have no air force and no carrier group …”

“Revolutions can succeed without either, as long as they have dedicated people and good intel,” Grange reminded him. “Military intelligence is my strong point. I know how to organize a resistance movement. I did it in Iraq with local tribesmen. I can do it in Barrera.”

Machado smiled. “You give me confidence. I know that the cause is good. I made a mistake. I left my country in the hands of a power-hungry traitor and many lives have been lost because of it. I worry for Maddie,” he added heavily. “She was my friend, an American archaeologist who had made a very important discovery in the jungle near the capital. I do not know her fate. If they caught her, she is most likely dead. That will be on my conscience forever. There were also two professors at the university, my friends, who have gone missing and are also probably dead. It has been a hard thing, to lose so many people because I was careless.”

“Don’t dwell on the past or anticipate the future,” Grange counseled. “Take it one day at a time.”

Machado sighed. “You are right. Oh. I have a communication from an American journalist with one of the slick magazines. She wishes to accompany us …”

He handed the magazine to Grange. “Her name is Clarisse Carrington …”

“Oh, God, no!” Grange ground out. “No! How did she find out about our mission? She’s like the plague!”

“Excuse me?”

“That damned socialite met me in the Middle East, when she was doing a piece for her magazine,” he muttered. “I wouldn’t fall at her feet at some damned cocktail party in Washington, and I guess it hurt her ego. So four months ago she started chasing me, after I went to a social gathering in Washington with some friends from the military. I gave her the cold shoulder. She was livid. After that, I couldn’t go to a damned hotel anywhere that she didn’t show up at.”

“I see.”

“She thinks she’s irresistible,” Grange said coldly. “She’s not.”

“She may have her ear to the ground about you. There must have been a leak. I will of course refuse the offer.”

“Thanks.”