I hopped out of the truck and headed toward them. “Get up here so I can smack you!” Bea yelled, still smiling. Redman and Bea were like alternate grandparents for me.
Redman stood up and hugged me first and then held me out from the shoulders and scanned my face thoroughly. “You’re skinny. We can fix that, but what in God’s name are you wearing on your feet?” he asked, staring at my shoes.
“They’re Converse.”
He ignored me and turned to Bea. “We have something lying around for this kid so we can put him to work?”
She stared at me adoringly. “I’m sure we can find something suitable.” Skirting around Redman, she took me in her arms. “Hello, Nathanial. We’ve missed you.” I could tell by her voice that she was on the edge of tears.
“I’ve missed you, too.”
Someone walked up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. “Nate,” a male voice said.
I turned. “Uncle Dale, good to see you.” We hugged.
“Glad you decided to come out. Wish I could get your father out here more.” His smile was guarded. He was a much quieter man than my father but just as compassionate and the best in his field of veterinary medicine. He, my father, and I shared the same dark hair and light eyes. When the three of us were together there was no question we were related.
“Let’s get your stuff into your room, honey,” Bea said. “And then we’ll show you around and refresh your memory.”
I followed her into the main house, down the long hall, and past a grand fireplace made of river rock. The guest room was small with a queen-size bed covered in a simple blue comforter. The nightstand was full of framed pictures and the desk on the other side of the room had a small task lamp. I studied a picture of my father and Dale, standing in front of the main house and outfitted for fly-fishing. I could see myself in the background, maybe five years old at most. I looked as though I didn’t have a care in the world. I loved the ranch as a kid; it was like Disneyland to me.
The window in the guest bedroom looked out on the front yard toward the barn, stables, and corrals. Far beyond them were the majestic mountains of Montana. Some in the very far distance were still capped with snow.
Bea stood in the doorway. “Will this do for you, honey?”
“Of course, Bea.” Redman walked up and stood behind her.
“Thank you so much, both of you, for having me. This will be wonderful.”
Redman laughed. “Don’t be mistaken—you’re here to work, son,” he said before walking away.
“Get settled and relax for a bit and come out when you’re ready. We’ll have dinner at the big table around six thirty. I’m making shepherd’s pie. Is that still your favorite?”
“Yes. Thank you, that sounds delicious,” I lied. I had been a vegetarian for years but the pure love and hospitality I felt from Bea was touching—and, frankly, something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Back in L.A., even my mother had stopped asking me over for dinner because I constantly turned her down to stay at the hospital.
I unpacked my bags and set up my laptop but before I could turn it on, something caught my eye—a movement outside the window. There was a woman riding a spotted horse toward the barn. I watched her hop down and tie the horse up to a gatepost. An ugly little dog followed her around as she removed the saddle and took it into the barn. She came out with a large horse brush and began brushing down the long body and mane of the spotted creature.
The woman had long, dark hair, almost down to her waist, wrapped in a loose tie at the nape of her neck. When she turned and looked toward the house, she froze and stared at me where I stood in the window. I smiled very subtly. Even from that distance I could tell she was stunningly beautiful. Her face held no expression at all as she stared back. A second later she turned away and quickly untied the horse, taking her into the barn and disappearing from my view.
“Avelina,” I said to myself.
“Yeah, that’s Avelina.” A strong, unfamiliar voice startled me from behind.
I turned to find a large, foreboding man standing in the doorway, holding a cardboard box. “You must be Caleb?” I asked.
He set the box down and moved toward me, reaching his hand out. “That’s me. And you’re Nathanial.” It wasn’t a question. He had a deep, monotone voice.
“Nice to meet you. So that’s Avelina out there?”
“Yeah.” He paused then with a sardonic smile and said, “Damaged goods.”
“Oh.” Shocked by his callous remark, I couldn’t think of how to respond. He pointed to the box.