Fearless Gunfighter

“I’d love to meet her.”

“You know, Esther might be willing to rent you a room or two for a few days. She lives in a huge rambling house just a few miles from town on the Double K Ranch. You’d even have Tucker to show you around the ranch and give you an introduction to that lifestyle from an insider’s vantage point.”

“I’ll be leaving tomorrow,” Tucker said, putting an end to that possibility before Sydney had a chance to answer.

“Why so soon?” Dani questioned. “You just got here.”

“I have obligations elsewhere.”

“Esther will be crushed and Riley will be disappointed. I know he wants to personally introduce you to every new Black Angus he’s purchased to start his new herd.”

“That’s next on today’s agenda,” Tucker said. “We just drove into town to deliver some supplies he picked up for you.”

“I know. He’s wonderful, isn’t he?”

“If you say so.” Tucker stretched his long legs beneath the table.

Riley showed up with a tray of coffees and the croissant just as two middle-aged women with elaborately coiffed hair reminiscent of several decades past entered the shop.

“The Simmons sisters,” Dani said. “Two caramel lattes, one with whipped cream, one without, and one chocolate-filled croissant, cut in half and placed on two saucers.”

“I’ll take care of them,” Riley said. “Eleanor Simmons has a secret crush on me. Might as well make her day.”

Dani rubbed his back. “Well, who wouldn’t have a crush on you, sweetie? But I know exactly how much whipped cream she likes on her coffee, so I’ll give you a hand.”

They walked away, leaving Sydney and Tucker alone at the small table. A purposeful move, Sydney suspected, since for some strange reason Dani appeared to be playing matchmaker.

The feisty pastry chef would change her mind quickly about that if she realized everything Sydney had just said about herself was a lie.

Sydney sipped her coffee and considered where she should take the conversation. Sitting here in silence was getting her nowhere, but blurting out leading questions would blow her cover before she even got started.

“Did you grow up around here?” she asked.

“Lived here for the first thirteen years of my life.”

“Where did you live after that?”

“Kansas.”

“Do you still have family here, other than your brother, I mean?”

“I have two brothers, Pierce and Riley. They both live around here. They’re the only family I’ve got.”

“Then you’re not kin to the woman Dani refers to as Esther?”

“Do you always ask so many questions?”

“I’m just basically a very curious person.”

“Sorry. I’m not basically a grouch. I just have a lot on my mind. It doesn’t excuse my behavior. No use taking my troubles out on you.”

“Apology accepted.”

She decided on a different approach. “Life in a close-knit community like Winding Creek is a novel experience for me. It seems like such a safe, friendly area.”

“It is.”

“But I heard on the news that three women are missing from this area of Texas.”

“You got me there. I’m not good about keeping up with the news.”

“Not even on social media?”

“Especially not on social media. Cowboys are men of action. We do not chat, eat quiche or drink green smoothies. That’s your Texas facts of the day.”

“I’ll be sure it makes my journal.”

By the time the Simmonses had their lattes, there were another four people in line. Dani was on the phone. Riley was bagging pastries.

Sydney and Tucker stayed silent until both Riley and Dani rejoined them.

Dani shot Riley a conspiratorial look. “I just got off the phone with Esther Kavanaugh. I told her about you needing a place to stay for a few days and she said she’d love to have you as long as you didn’t expect anything fancy.”

“She hasn’t even met me,” Sydney said.

“I have, and she knows I’m a great judge of character. Besides, the people at a B and B would never have met you, either.”