Roping Ray Mccullen

She hadn’t understood his reaction at the time. She’d been bounced from foster home to foster home and then she’d finally moved into the group facility, so being brought into a real family had thrilled her.

Until Bobby’s resentment had festered and he’d started making her life miserable.

First it had just been ugly comments, the surly attitude at meals and school. Then the more sinister threats he’d whispered when he’d sneak up behind her in her room.

She shivered and pulled on flannel pj’s as she recalled the time she’d crawled into bed and discovered a rattlesnake under the covers. Another time she’d found her bed full of spiders.

A month later, he’d tricked her into going with him in the car one night, then he’d left her stranded in the woods alone, with no way to get home.

Worse, there was the time he’d nearly drowned her in the pond.

Each time he’d threatened to kill her if she told anyone.

And Barbara...she’d doted on Bobby. Had felt sorry for him because he’d been deprived of the McCullen name and the opportunities that had accompanied it.

Although Joe had supported Bobby and tried to bond with him, it hadn’t been enough for Barbara or her son.

She’d believed everything Bobby said and justified his bad behavior with a joke about boys being boys. She’d acted as if Bobby’s violent outbursts were normal teenage behavior. And she’d blamed Joe for not being around all the time.

Barbara’s own resentment over the fact that Joe would never marry her had blinded her to her precious son’s sadistic side.

Just as she had every night since the snake incident, Scarlet turned down the covers and examined the bed to make sure no creepy crawler was waiting for her.

She breathed out a sigh of relief that the bed was clean. But Bobby’s cold look haunted her as she closed her eyes. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he learned what Joe had left him.

Even then, would it be enough?

And what would happen when he finally came face-to-face with his half brothers?

* * *

RAY RAN TOWARD the third barn to check for more horses with Brett on his heels. The first barn was completely ablaze, as flames climbed the front of the second.

Wind hurled smoke and embers through the air, wood popping and crackling. The firefighters were blasting both buildings with water, working frantically to contain the blaze.

“What the hell happened?” Brett yelled as he yanked open the barn door. “How did this start?”

Sweat poured down Ray’s face. “I don’t know. The first barn was on fire when I arrived. I ran to the second one to save the horses.”

Together they raced inside to free the terrified animals trapped in the stalls. The horses stamped and whinnied, pawing and kicking at the wooden slats. A black quarter horse protested, but Brett had a magic touch with animals and soothed him as he led him into the fresh air.

Ray eased a rope around a palomino that was balking and slowly coaxed him through the door and outside, then away from the fire.

“Go on, boy,” Ray yelled as he removed the rope and patted the palomino’s side. The horse broke into a run, meeting up with the other animals as they galloped across the land.

Sweat trickled down Ray’s neck as he and Brett rushed inside to free the last two horses.

When they’d rescued them, he and Brett stood and watched the firefighters finish extinguishing the blaze.

“I can’t believe this,” Brett said, coughing at the smoke. “We just got these buildings finished and settled the horses in last week.”

“The insurance was taken care of, right?”

“Yeah,” Brett said with a scowl. “But this will cost us time. I was hoping to start lessons in the spring.”

And time meant money. Not that Brett didn’t have some from his rodeo winnings, but he had invested a good bit into building a home for him and Willow and their son.

“At least we didn’t lose any horses,” Brett said. “I couldn’t stand to see them get hurt or suffer.”

That would have been a huge financial loss, too.

Ray gritted his teeth. “I smelled gasoline, Brett.”

Brett’s gaze turned steely. “You mean, someone intentionally set the fire?”

“We’ll have to let the arson investigator determine that, but it looks that way.”

Brett reached for his phone. “We should call Maddox.”

Ray shook his head. “Wait. He’ll be back day after tomorrow. We can handle this until then.”

Brett winced as the roof to the first barn collapsed. “You’re right. He should enjoy his honeymoon.”

“You said you smelled gas?” the fireman said to Ray. “I called our arson investigator. As soon as the embers cool enough for him to dig around, we’ll do a thorough search.”

The blaze was beginning to die down, although the first building was a total loss. The front of the second building suffered damage, but hopefully the interior and stalls had been saved.

“I should have had an automatic sprinkler system installed,” Brett said glumly.

Ray detected an underlying note of blame in his brother’s voice. “You couldn’t have known this would happen.”

The smoke thickened as the wind picked up. “Yeah, but it did.”

“We’ll discuss installing them in the future.”

Brett gave him an odd look. “I didn’t think you were going to hang around.”

Ray hadn’t planned to. But they still had the reading of the will and the bombshell about their father’s mistress and his son to contend with.

“I’ll be here for a while, at least until things get settled.” Which would probably be longer than he’d first thought.

Another siren wailed, and an official fire department-issued SUV barreled down the road. A sheriff’s car followed. Deputy Whitefeather had probably been notified by his 911 call.

Both vehicles careened to a stop, the deputy climbing out followed by a tall, broad-shouldered man in a uniform.

Introductions were quickly made. The arson investigator’s name was Lieutenant Garret Hawk.

“What happened?” Lieutenant Hawk asked.