A Ranch to Call Home

His point hit too close to home. She slathered the peanut butter on a piece of bread and took a bite. With her mouth full, she didn’t have to respond.

Before Gramps could say more, there was a knock at the front door. She sprang to her feet, eager to leave the conversation, and saw an old schoolmate through the glass in the door. She opened the door. “Bryan?”

“Hey, Brenda. Long time, no see.”

She’d gone through all twelve years of school with Bryan Danvers. “It has been a few years. What are you doing here?”

“I’m your insurance agent.” He pointed to the embroidered shirt pocket with the name of the insurance company. “You had a lightning strike?” He looked down at his clipboard.

“We did, and all the males in this house are mourning the death of that sixty-inch TV.”

He clutched his chest. “Ouch. I can understand their grief. Why don’t you show me where this crime occurred?”

So male. “Follow me.”

* * *

Caleb rode slowly up to the stand of trees where Kaye and he’d taken shelter yesterday. A section of grass close to the river was blackened where the lightning had touched down.

Razor’s head came up.

“It’s okay.” Caleb patted his mount’s neck. “I know this place makes you nervous, but there’s nothing here now.”

He’d lain awake last night going over in his head Kaye’s limited confession. Flashbacks were normal, and that was what worried him if he got back in the arena with bucking horses—he might freeze up, leaving the cowboy hanging. He worked in tandem with another pick-up rider, but moments made the difference in saving a cowboy and him being hurt.

When the sound of another rider pierced his brain, he turned in his saddle and saw Joel riding toward him. “Any cattle down here?”

Shaking off the memories, Caleb answered, “I haven’t looked yet.”

Joel’s brow knitted into a frown. He scanned the area and saw the blackened spot down by the stream. “Is this where you and my sister took shelter?”

“No, it was in the stand of trees there.” He pointed.

Leaning on the saddle horn, Joel asked, “Did something else happen here? Sis kinda looked panicked when I asked where you two were.”

Caleb knew Kaye didn’t want her brother to know about her flashback, but Joel’s friendship meant a great deal to him. And Caleb knew if his brother had a need, he would want to know. “Let’s say that you should pray for your sister.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I know you know how to pray, and you might pray for me, too.”

Joel sat up, ready to press more questions.

“Let’s see if there are any strays down here.” Before Joel could comment, Caleb headed down to the river. If his friend questioned him too much, he just might guess what happened, and Caleb wouldn’t do that to Kaye.

* * *

Anything that was electronic in the house was fried. They documented every appliance and lamp. Thankfully, Joel’s laptop hadn’t been charging or they would’ve lost all the rodeo information, too. As Bryan took pictures of the damage, he updated Kaye on nearly all the sixty kids who’d been in their graduating class. Bryan took pictures of the porch and had Kaye sign the report.

“Can we start the cleanup of the porch?” Kaye asked, Gramps standing behind her. The charred smell brought too many memories.

“Yes, since I’ve got everything documented here. And those cell phone pictures, you can email them to me. By Friday, I should have the check for you, so do you need anything before then?”

“You going to be delivering dinner for us?” Gramps asked.

Bryan looked like he’d run into a wall but quickly recovered. “You were always a teaser, weren’t you, Mr. Kaye?”

Gramps scowled. “I wasn’t teasing. We’ve got no way to keep anything cold, and peanut-butter sandwiches aren’t on my list—”

Kaye touched Gramps’s arm. “You should probably get another cup of coffee, Gramps. I’ll hash things out with Bryan.”

With his lips pursed in a straight line, Gramps eyed the insurance adjuster and walked away.

“Did your grandfather get those bruises when the lightning strike happened?”

“No.” She explained about the accident. “I’m sorry, Bryan, Gramps is a little off his stride.”

“I understand. If a tractor fell on me and all the appliances in my house got fried, I’d be a little out of sorts, too.” He walked to his car, opened his trunk and pulled two hundred dollars out of a cash box. “This is for immediate expenses. If you need anything else, call.”

After Bryan finished, Kaye walked around the house and made a list of what needed to be replaced. Joel called, telling Kaye fences were down and cattle scattered. They needed to round them up. Kaye took pity on him and told him they couldn’t get the insurance money until Friday, so they’d shop on Saturday after the meeting.

That night, Cheryl, Bryan’s wife, drove up to the house and delivered a pot of stew and biscuits.

Kaye hugged Cheryl, thanking her.

“That’s what neighbors are for. I’m glad to see you home.”

When they sat down for dinner, Kaye nailed Gramps with a look. “Did you thank Cheryl?”

Both Joel’s and Caleb’s eyes widened and they exchanged panicked looks.

Gramps put down his spoon. “I did. I thanked her and told her to thank her husband for the help. Sometimes I’m a cranky old man. Cheryl laughed and kissed my cheek.”

“Good for you, Gramps.”

* * *

After dinner, Joel, Caleb and Kaye worked on cleaning the porch. Gramps wanted to help, but Kaye convinced him if he sat in the kitchen chair on the porch and directed the work, it would be better.

Caleb could only marvel at Kaye’s ability to change Gramps’s mind.

“She’s good,” Caleb whispered as Joel handed Caleb a push broom.

“That’s why I wanted her to do the rodeo.” Joel looked over his shoulder as Kaye settled Gramps into the chair.

“Okay, can you see from there, Gramps?” Kaye asked.

“I can, but y’all need to get moving. Sun’s going down and we don’t have light.”