Sherryl Woods - Courting the Enemy

“Oh?” Michael Dunn said, stepping close to examine the animal. “Three bullet wounds. You’re right, Blackhawk. That’s no accident.”

He glanced at Karen. “Why don’t you tell me what else has been going on out here? I understand there have been a few other incidents.”

Karen scowled at Dooley, then turned back to the sheriff. “Nothing serious. Some fence was cut.”

“And an unexpected outbreak of a virus in our herd,” Dooley added pointedly. “That was about a year ago, along with another section of fence destroyed. And a fire that burned out most of the pasture.”

“Any idea who’s behind it?” Michael asked, his gaze subtly shifting toward Grady.

“Not me, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Grady told him.

“It’s no secret that you want this land.”

“I imagine it’s no secret that I’ve also offered to buy it, fair and square.”

“That’s true,” Karen said.

“But you turned him down, am I right?” the sheriff persisted.

“Yes, but-”

Michael cut Karen’s protest off in midsentence. “Which means he has an excellent motive for pulling a few stunts that might make you change your mind,” he concluded.

“Don’t you dare jump to such a ridiculous conclusion,” Karen snapped. “Grady is not behind this. Besides, he was with me when the bull was shot.”

“He could have paid someone to do that,” the sheriff countered.

“Then why would he tell me to call you?” Dooley demanded, shrugging when Grady scowled at him. “Better to have her getting all worked up over you insisting on getting the sheriff than having you hauled off to jail, because the sheriff’s got his facts wrong.”

“Maybe, maybe not,” Grady said, when Karen whirled on him.

“You’re the one who got the sheriff out here?” she demanded.

“Not technically,” Grady said, then conceded, “But it was my idea.”

“And a really brilliant one, don’t you think?” she snapped. “Couldn’t you see that this was exactly what would happen?”

“Actually I thought the sheriff might be a bit more open-minded,” he said with a pointed look at Michael.

“Oh, for goodness’ sake, when has a law enforcement officer ever been open-minded? He wants to solve the case as quickly as possible, period.”

Michael winced. “Usually we prefer to nail the right suspect,” he corrected.

“Couldn’t prove that by me,” Karen said. “Not based on the last ten minutes, anyway.”

Michael sighed. “Why don’t we all go back to the house and talk this through rationally?”

“What an absolutely brilliant plan,” Karen said sarcastically.

Grady grinned at her. “Darlin’, I think you’ve won. You might want to be a bit more gracious about it.”

She scowled at him. “I’m not feeling especially gracious at the moment. In fact, I’m mad enough to knock a few heads together.”

“Any heads in particular?”

“Besides yours?” she inquired sweetly. “And Dooley’s and Michael’s?”

“I’d say that about covers it,” Grady said, grinning at her.

“This is not the least bit amusing, Grady Blackhawk.”

His expression sobered at once. “The situation? No, not at all. But you? You are something else.”

Her frown deepened. “Don’t even go there. One word about how cute I am when I’m angry, and you’re going to be as dead as that poor old bull.”

Dooley guffawed, then covered his mouth and looked away.

Karen whirled on him. “I’d watch it, if I were you. You’re next on my list.”

“Me? What did I do?” Dooley asked, looking hurt.

“You got the sheriff out here.”

“Somebody had to,” he said flatly. “Grady was right. It was time.”

Grady touched her cheek. “You know it was,” he said quietly.

She heaved a heartfelt sigh, then nodded. “Maybe so, but I don’t have to like it.”

“No, darlin’,” he agreed sympathetically. “You definitely don’t have to like it.”

After the morning she’d had, she was pretty much entitled to hate the world.

Karen couldn’t seem to hold on to anything. She dropped the coffee mugs on the floor, shattering one of them. When Grady brushed aside her attempts to clean it up and did it himself, she tried to get the coffee grinds into the coffeemaker, only to spill most of them on the counter.

Tears stung her eyes when Grady put his hand over hers.

“Sit down,” he said. “I’ll make the coffee. You need to get some food into you. It’s way past lunchtime.”

“I can’t eat. I have to do something,” she said, her voice catching. “If I don’t, I’ll fall apart. This was the final straw. I am never going to be able to keep this place now.”

“Of course, you are, if that’s what you want,” he insisted.

“I can’t afford to replace that bull.”

“Insurance will cover the cost.”

She shook her head. “I had to let it lapse.”

“Then I’ll bring over a couple of my bulls, or Frank Davis can bring over one of his. Cole will insist on it.”

“I don’t want Cassie dragging Cole or her father-in-law into this. And I don’t want to rely on you any more than I have already.”

“This is an emergency, and folks around here help each other out. You know that. You’d do the same for a neighbor if he needed help.”

“Yes, of course, but-”

“No buts,” he said. “Now I would suggest you cut the sheriff a piece of that apple pie you baked yesterday, but I’m not sure you ought to be handling a knife at the moment.”

“Very amusing,” she said, already reaching for a plate and a knife.

She managed that task with no further disasters, probably because she was going about it in slow motion just to prove Grady wrong. She put the pie in front of Michael, then began pacing.

“Sit down,” the sheriff suggested.

“I can’t. I’m too jumpy.”

“Okay, then, why don’t you begin at the beginning and tell me what’s been going on out here.”

Karen gave him the short version, leaving out all of her suspicions about the neighbors. Grady, unfortunately, wasn’t so reticent. He laid out every piece of information they’d discussed about old grudges and recent jealousy. Michael nodded when he was finished.

“Okay, then, I’ll see what I can find out.” He regarded Grady with a pointed look. “You stay out of it. This is an official investigation now. I don’t want a couple of amateurs nosing around.”

“Whatever you say,” Grady agreed.

Karen kept her mouth clamped shut, since she didn’t want to lie straight to the sheriff’s face. There was no way she was going to stay out of this. That was her bull lying dead out there, her ranch that was under attack.

“I didn’t hear any agreement from you,” Michael said, his gaze leveled on her.

“I understand what you’re saying,” she said.

Michael’s gaze narrowed. “That’s not quite the same thing as saying you’ll leave this investigation to me, now, is it?”

“Not quite,” she said cheerfully. “How clever of you to see that.” Actually, she was surprised that he’d caught the subtle distinction.

“Karen, I’m warning you,” he said, his expression grim. “Stay out of it.”

“I hear you,” she said again.

He sighed heavily, then turned to Grady. “Keep her from meddling in this. If she starts asking a lot of questions, whoever’s behind this just might decide that she’s a threat.”

Grady nodded. “I’ll do what I can. I won’t let her out of my sight for a minute.”

Michael seemed to conclude that that was the most satisfying answer he was likely to get. “I’ll be in touch,” he said.

The minute he was gone, Karen reached for her jacket.