Brenda Minton - Second Chance Rancher

He got out of his truck and joined her at the fence, pulling on gloves before grabbing the line of barbed wire she was stringing between new posts. She gave him a quick look but kept working.

“I told you I’d have a couple of my guys do this,” he said as they worked together.

“I told you I would do it myself.”

“Stubborn,” he said with a smile and some admiration.

“Yeah, you’ve said that before. So let’s not go back there.”

“Because you still won’t talk about it?” Suddenly he wished he’d taken her advice and let it go. There was no point in going back.

Lucy stopped working. She pulled off her gloves and shoved them in her pockets. “You were right. Let your guys fix this. I’ll cover the cost.”

She stomped away. He let her get a few feet ahead of him, then he followed. He didn’t really know when to quit. It was something his mom had been telling him for as long as he could remember.

“Lucy, wait.” He caught up with her on the shoulder of the road. “I’m sorry for pushing.”

“Good, so don’t do it again. I’m here to take care of my sister and to make things right on our ranch. I don’t have time for anything else. I don’t want anything else.”

That couldn’t be any clearer than the nose on his face. It was the same message she’d given him that long-ago summer.

“I understand.” He held out a gloved hand. She gave it a long look before accepting the gesture. “Friends?”

“Neighbors.” But she smiled as she said it.

Neighbors? He could handle that.

“How’s the bodyguard business?” he asked as they headed for their vehicles.

“Busy.” She folded her arms in front of herself. “Is this really what we’re going to do?”

“Safe conversation. Isn’t that what you want?” He should walk away. Because nothing felt safe with Lucy. But he kept going.

“Let’s stick to the weather.”

“Okay.” He glanced up at the blue sky. “I sure love spring but we need rain.”

She walked away from him but he saw a flash of a smile on her face. “I have to go.”

He debated telling her about the shelter—he didn’t want her to be blindsided. If she didn’t know about the church, she should.

“Lucy, they have a new pastor at the church. They’ve changed the name.”

She froze, her hand on the truck door. “Okay. Good to know.”

“It isn’t the same.” They both knew what that meant. Her dad had called it a church but it had been a cult. He’d controlled his flock, taken their money and left them empty and lost.

He’d done the most damage to his own family.

“I’m sure it’s not,” she answered.

“It’s a good place now. They’re starting a shelter for abused women.”

Women like the ones who had attended the church her father pastored. A church where men were encouraged to force their wives and children into submission.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said with a catch in her voice.

He started to reach for her but he knew she wouldn’t welcome his touch. The very last thing he needed to be doing was building a connection. She was still broken. He had his own life now. He had a daughter who needed his full attention and he didn’t have time for relationships that were destined not to end well.

“You should stop by and see what they’re doing,” he suggested. “It might be good for you, to see it in a new light.”

“I’ll think about it. But you don’t know me well enough to give me advice.”

“I’m trying to be a friend,” he offered. “Sorry, a neighbor.”

She smiled, the gesture softening her features in a way he hadn’t expected. “Neighbors bring casseroles but they don’t pry.”

“This neighbor isn’t much of a cook,” he confessed.

“Really, Dane, thank you for telling me about the church. I’ve had enough surprises for one day.”

“You’re welcome.”

She glanced at her watch. “I have to get ready for dinner. Essie wants us to eat with her tonight.”

As he watched her drive away, he realized what Essie had done. Lucy was in for another surprise. One she probably wasn’t going to like.

Chapter Three

Main Street Bluebonnet was busy for early evening. It took Lucy by surprise when she cruised down the two-block-long street that had once been the business district. The stores had long since been turned into antiques shops, flea markets and craft stores. Hadley’s Tea Room graced a corner building and the Bluebonnet B & B next door to it catered to tourists passing through Texas Hill Country.

Essie’s Diner was at the end of the two-block strip of businesses. It was next to the Farm and Feed Store, making the locals happy and the tourists charmed. The diner boasted a covered deck that overlooked the spring and the railroad tracks, where an occasional train rumbled along, blasting a horn that shook the tables.

New businesses, including a grocery store, clothing store and discount chain store, were located in a strip mall on the main road going through town.

Lucy parked up the street from the diner. She didn’t allow herself to glance down the side road. She didn’t want to lay eyes on her father’s church. Church of the Redeemed, he’d called it.

Maria reached for her door but stopped.

“Lucy, I think Essie is trying to drag you into something you aren’t going to like.”

“Is that a warning?” Lucy asked as she pulled the keys from the ignition.

“Yeah, it is. It’s Saturday night. Essie is closed on Saturdays.”

“Then why is everyone in town?” Apprehension grew in the pit of her stomach.

“The church,” Maria said. “It’s new. A community thing. People meet for dinner.”

“And you didn’t feel the need to tell me until now?”

As Maria opened her mouth to explain, Lucy held up a hand to stop her.

“Don’t worry about it. We’ve survived a lot. This is just stuff. We’re going in. We’ll have dinner with Essie. End of story.”

Maria’s features relaxed. “For what it’s worth, I am sorry.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t do anything, other than lure me here so you could have fried chicken.”

They walked the short distance to the diner, entering to find the tables filled and conversation buzzing. Essie hurried from table to table, barely pausing to give them a distracted smile as she refilled water glasses. There were people Lucy knew, quite a few that she didn’t.

A few of the locals glanced their way, quiet whispers following as they moved through the crowded dining room. Essie caught up with them.

“I have a table for you.” She pointed to a table marked with a reserved sign. There were six chairs and only one was taken. By old Chet Andrews, a local farmer who had never remarried after his wife of forty years passed away. And that had been a good twenty years ago. He was dapper, with his silver hair and silver mustache. He stood up as they approached and held out a chair for Maria.

“Hello, young ladies. What a fortunate man I am, to be able to share a table with the two of you.” Chet winked at Lucy as she sat across from him. “Lucy, I’m glad to see you back in Bluebonnet.”

“Thank you, Chet.” She reached for a menu but Maria shook her head. “No?”

Chet handed her a paper. She browsed it, her skin going clammy as she read. Essie had quietly moved away from their table.

The paper trembled in her hands as she read. The evening menu was catfish, hush puppies, fries and coleslaw. The profit from the sales would be given to the Bluebonnet Shelter for Abused Women and Children. Located in the Community Church building. No mention of the Church of the Redeemed. The irony hit her and she laughed a little. The place that had once hidden abuse now sheltered people from it. She knew that Essie had something to do with this. She’d bought the building. She’d closed down the church her nephew had started. She’d always told Lucy that she meant to use the building to rebuild lives, not to destroy them.