Carla Cassidy - Cowboy At Arms

By the time he’d finished his dumpling and was nursing a second cup of coffee, the crowd had finally begun to thin out. He motioned to Trisha and she hurried over to his booth. “Ready for your check?” she asked.

“Actually, I was wondering if you had a minute to sit with me,” he replied.

She looked around at the diners remaining in her area and then nodded. “Sure, I can take a few minutes.”

It wasn’t uncommon for her to occasionally sit and visit with Dusty when things were slow in the café. She slid into the opposite side of the booth and smiled at him once again. “It feels good to take a little break and get off my feet. We’ve been fairly swamped since about five o’clock. It seemed like everyone in the entire town decided to eat out tonight. Speaking of people in town, I heard through the grapevine that Forest Stevens moved away.”

“Yeah, he found true love with Dr. Patience Forbes, the forensic anthropologist who was at the ranch examining the bones in the pit that were found. He moved with her to Oklahoma City a week ago.” And every day of the past week, Dusty had missed the big cowboy who had been his best friend since he was a scrawny, homeless thirteen-year-old.

“Good for him,” Trisha replied. “I hope they both get their happily-ever-after.”

Ask her, a little voice niggled in the back of his brain. For the first time in your life, step up and go after what you really want. “Trisha, I was wondering if maybe tonight after your shift you’d like to go to the Watering Hole and have a drink with me?”

Her eyes widened and darkened and she quickly looked down at the tabletop. Dusty’s heart sank into his boots. He should have known better. Why would a gorgeous woman like her be interested in a cowboy like him? Besides, he knew that plenty of other men had asked her out and she’d rejected all of them. Why would he be any different?

She was silent for a long moment and just when Dusty was about to tell her never mind, to forget that he’d even asked, she looked up at him. “I’m sorry, Dusty. I couldn’t possibly go tonight. My son is with his babysitter and she’s expecting me home right after work.”

“No problem,” he replied hurriedly. He was just grateful that he’d already eaten his dumpling and could now make a quick escape.

“Maybe I could work something out with her for tomorrow night after work.” Her cheeks flushed a charming pink. “I mean, if you’d still want to.”

“Sure, I’d love to,” he said as his heart once again lifted buoyantly in his chest.

“I work until ten tomorrow night. I could meet you at the Watering Hole around ten thirty or so.”

He sat up straighter and smiled at her. “That sounds perfect. Why don’t I give you my cell phone number in case it doesn’t work out with your babysitter?” He grabbed a napkin and then used her pen to write down his number, and she wrote hers down for him, as well.

She scooted out of the booth, took the napkin with his number from him and stuffed it into her back pocket. “Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night.” She tore his tab off her ordering pad, slid it onto the table and then scurried away from the booth.

A wave of excitement swept through him. He’d done it. He’d not only gotten up the nerve to finally ask her out, but she’d actually accepted. He got up and walked to the cash register, where the owner of the café, Daisy Martin, greeted him with a wide grin.

“I saw you passing notes with Trisha. Are you trying to make time with one of my best waitresses?” she asked.

“Definitely trying to,” he replied. He handed her a twenty-dollar bill.

Daisy’s smile fell and she glanced over to Trisha, who was pouring coffee for the three men from the Humes ranch. She looked back at Dusty. “I hope you have the right intentions where she’s concerned. She’s a good woman and she deserves only the very best.”

“Daisy, I didn’t know you were such a protective mama bear,” he said teasingly as he tucked his change into his back pocket.

Daisy swept a strand of her flaming red hair behind an ear. “I am when it comes to the girls who work for me. They’re closer to me than most of my family.”

“You don’t have to worry about me, Daisy. Besides, I didn’t ask her to jump into my bed or anything like that. I just asked her to have drinks at the Watering Hole with me,” Dusty replied.

“Whatever—you just make sure you treat her right. Like I said before, she deserves only the best.”

Minutes later Dusty was in his truck and headed back to the Holiday ranch. There was no question that he was eager to spend some time with Trisha away from her work. He’d been drawn to her for a long time. But he couldn’t help thinking about what Daisy had said, that Trisha was a good woman who deserved only the best.

You’re nothing but a sniveling punk.

The very sight of you makes me sick to my stomach.

You’ll never amount to anything.

The hurtful words exploded in Dusty’s head and he gripped the steering wheel more tightly as he battled to shove the deep, gravelly voice back into his past where it belonged.

It’s just drinks, he reminded himself. He certainly hadn’t proclaimed his undying love for Trisha. He didn’t know what his intentions were toward the attractive woman. He didn’t know her well enough yet.

The truth of the matter was that he didn’t know if he was strong enough, smart enough or good enough to be with a woman like Trisha.

He reached up and touched his left ear, where he hadn’t heard a sound since he was thirteen and had climbed out of a bedroom window to escape the man he’d feared would eventually kill him.

Nobody, not even his best friend, Forest, knew that Dusty was deaf in one ear.

He knew with confidence that he was a good cowboy. Cass Holiday had seen to that. But Cass was dead now, and Dusty was left with the sinking feeling that he really wasn’t good enough for any woman.

* * *

It was just after ten o’clock when Trisha got into her car and headed to the Bitterroot Motel, where she and her son had been living for a little over two and a half years.

As she drove the short distance, her thoughts were filled with the cowboy who had asked her to have drinks with him.

There was no question that she was physically attracted to Dusty Crawford. He had hair the color of sun-kissed wheat and eyes the hue of a cobalt bottle. Deep dimples flashed charmingly with his smiles that warmed her as no other man’s had in a very long time.

They’d chatted often enough at the café that she knew she also liked his sunny disposition and easygoing attitude. Despite their interactions at her workplace, she only knew him superficially, and an excitement she hadn’t felt in a very long time fluttered inside her at the thought of finally getting to know him better.

Is it safe?

Has enough time passed?

The troubling questions flew into her head unbidden and sent a new tension churning in the pit of her stomach. Surely after a little over three long years she was finally safe here and didn’t have to worry about her past reaching out to torture her or anyone else ever again. Surely it was finally safe for her to believe that a happy future was possible for her and her son.

Any disturbing thoughts she might have momentarily entertained disappeared as she pulled up in front of unit 4 at the motel. The units were small but also had full kitchenettes, and the weekly rent was low enough that between her wages and her tips she’d been able to sock away some savings.

Still, she knew it was past time to make a move. It wasn’t right to be raising a three-year-old little boy in the confines of a motel room. She was hoping that in the next couple of weeks or so she would find a small house to rent, a house where Cooper could play in the yard and have his very own room.