her learn. She is obviously very smart and well-educated…”
“…which means she’ll be useless the first time she has to boil down lard and smear it on a maggot-infested hindquarter…”
“…and eager to see the land. She sounds exactly like the kind of daughter I need here to make this place a home again and to make sure we don’t lose this ranch in an auction on the day the last of us dies in our beds.” Bernard was no longer laughing but rather, reminding Casey of the reason the neighboring property became available. “This ranch is my legacy to my sons, but what will you do without someone to leave it to? Will you have it broken up on the auction block and sold off in pieces to the highest bidder? Like a scrawny cow that can no longer give and is going to be someone’s dinner?”
Casey didn’t answer. Passing on the ranch someday to children of his own was something he instinctively knew he would do but at the moment, he was too busy doing the work of the ranch to think about the future of the ranch. With fences breaking daily, cattle to feed and repasture twice a day, and a staff of dozens to oversee, there simply wasn’t time for giving any thought to dating, no matter how eager his father had been to sign him up online.
Bernard took his silence to mean agreement. “Wonderful! I will send a reply right away and invite her down here. We’ll need to get to work constructing a small house until you two are actually married, it’s only polite...”
“Why do we have to build her a house? She can stay in one of the rooms upstairs,” Casey argued.
“Oh, she will stay in an upstairs room. It is you who have to live outside. It’s only fitting. We’ll give her the terrace room that adjoins the one beside it, in case she wants to have friends come visit and see her new home.” Bernard continued muttering to himself over the preparations as Casey stared after him in horror.
I’m moving out? he thought miserably, shaking his head.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Excuse me? Aren’t you getting off in Hale?” the bus driver asked, tapping the young woman on the shoulder. She opened her eyes, startled for a moment by the bright light coming through the grimy bus window. Gracie snored softly with her head on Miranda’s shoulder, the younger girl’s curls having long escaped their ability to stay put in their ponytail over the four days of travel from Newark. It took her a moment to remember where she was and, more importantly, why.
“Yes, oh, thank you. I must have dozed off,” Miranda explained, thanking the old driver.. She let her head fall back against the seat, hesitating to wake Gracie. It had been so difficult to get any rest, let alone privacy, during their trip west, she didn’t even mind her younger sister’s assumption that she could use her as a pillow. If Miranda’s ex-boyfriend had seen this level of sisterly love, there would have been more than a few ugly words and a lot of yelling. He had done his very best to isolate Miranda from her family but when her mother died and Gracie had to have a place to stay, it only made things worse. Now that Miranda and Gracie were alone in the world, just the two of them, she couldn’t afford to risk losing a kind soul any more than she could refuse to breathe.
She tried to stretch her cramped limbs without jostling Gracie, but it didn’t work. The girl snapped to attention, sitting bolt upright at the realization that she had just been napping on her poor sister. Her cheeks flushed pink as she stole a sideways glance at Miranda.
“Don’t worry, Gracie, you couldn’t help yourself. I’m sure I was so tired, I didn’t notice myself,” Miranda