Arlene James - Christmas On The Ranch - The Rancher's Christmas Baby / Christmas Eve Cowboy

“It’s been a difficult time,” Jackie muttered, swaying on her feet.

Fawn hurried over and pulled out a chair at the round table with her right hand. “Sit down before you fall down.” Like most of the furniture in the house, the dinette was older but of good quality.

Jackie sank down onto the chair just as Dixon glanced at Fawn. “Maybe my mother and I should speak in private.”

“No,” Jackie insisted. “Fawn has a stake in this conversation.” She smiled wanly. “If not for her, I wouldn’t be here.”

“I’m Fawn Ambor, by the way,” Fawn introduced herself, holding out her right hand. Dixon merely glanced at her then at the baby before turning back to his mother. As if realizing she had been snubbed, the baby started to fuss.

“Give her to me,” Jackie said, holding out her thin arms. Not even the long sleeves of her cotton blouse could disguise her frailness.

“No, no. You rest a few more minutes,” Fawn said. “I’ll take care of her.”

Jackie nodded and pushed up from her chair. “Maybe you’re right. I do feel weak.”

Fawn went to get the bottle and give it to the whimpering baby.

“So what happened?” Dixon asked, coming to lean against the rust-and-gold granite countertop. “Harry throw her out before the accident?”

Fawn turned to find Jackie standing, stiff-backed, in the wide, cased doorway. “No! Why would you think that?”

Dixon didn’t so much as glance in his mother’s direction. “She’s back here, isn’t she?”

Lifting her chin, Jackie slowly made her way into the other room. Fawn leaned closer, holding the baby to the side, and demanded softly, “Are you always so disrespectful of your mother?”

“She’s never given me any reason not to be,” he answered bluntly.

“She gave birth to you,” Fawn told him. “That should be reason enough.”

“Yeah, well, you weren’t here when she was the talk of the town, running off to anywhere and everywhere she could find a party and her drug of choice.”

“No, I wasn’t here then,” Fawn conceded softly, “but did you ever ask yourself why your mother did those things?”

He lifted a rather heavy eyebrow, his clear gray eyes coldly impassive. “Little boys don’t ask why their mothers are zonked-out druggies. Instead, they blame themselves. Until they grow up and figure out personal responsibility.”

Slapping his hat onto his head, he walked out through the same door from which he’d entered. Shaken, Fawn turned and followed Jackie from the room. She found her friend snuggled into an oversize armchair in front of the cold fireplace, a fuzzy blanket over her legs.

“Think you can hold her while she nurses?” Fawn asked, handing the baby and bottle down to Jackie.

Jackie’s face lit with delight. “Of course.” She smiled down at Bella Jo. “Hello, sweetheart.”

“I want to make a phone call before I start supper.”

Jackie nodded, cooing to baby Bella. Fawn paused to watch Bella grin around the milky nipple of the bottle. This was a new trick for the four-month-old, one she employed often with great success.

Slipping down the central hall to the bedroom that Jackie had pointed out to her, Fawn pulled her cell phone from the hip pocket of her jeans. Little remodeling had been done in here. The yellowed walls hadn’t seen a fresh coat of paint in years, and the hardwood floor badly needed polishing, not to mention a throw rug. At least the twin-size bed, which boasted neither head-nor footboard, had sheets on it. The room could have used a bedside lamp. And a table to set it on.

Fawn dropped down onto the bed and punched in the familiar numbers. Within moments her grandmother answered the phone.

“Auweni?”

“It’s Fawn, Grandmother.”

“Mamalis!” Grandmother exclaimed, using Fawn’s Lenape name. “I am happy to hear from you. I have prayed to Jesus for your safe trip. How is Jackie?”

“She is tired and weak, Grandmother, and her son is not what I expected. Your prayers are appreciated.”

“He is kikape?”

“Yes, he is single,” Fawn confirmed. It had been one of their fears. Unattached men did not respond well to illness. Or infants. Or anything that hampered their freedom. A married man who had given up his freedom willingly would have been more inclined to open his heart and home. He would also have had help.

“But that’s not the problem,” she continued. “Things are worse between him and his mother than I realized. He’s very resentful.”

“I remember two girls with much resentment toward a parent.”

“A drunkard who kills himself and your mother is a little different from a woman who deadens her pain with drugs,” Fawn pointed out.

“Is it?” Grandmother asked. “Seems to me the only real difference is an accidental house fire.”

Fawn bit her lip. “Perhaps you’re right.”

“My daughter’s husband was a habitual drunk,” Grandmother said calmly, “but he meant no harm, Mamalis.”

“He meant no harm,” Fawn pointed out softly, “but they are both dead. Besides, it’s been years since Jackie used illicit drugs.”

“But does her son know this?”

“I’m not sure,” Fawn admitted. “Apparently, they’ve been estranged for a long time.”

“Patience,” Grandmother counseled. “Patience—”

“And prayer,” Fawn said for her, smiling. It was Grandmother’s prescription for every situation.

Her kmis, or elder sister, was not so sanguine. Though older by only sixteen minutes, Dawn took her position as kmis very seriously. Those slim sixteen minutes might as well have been sixteen years, given how protective Dawn could be with her twin. She had not been in favor of Fawn undertaking this mission before Christmas.

Both Fawn and Grandmother had argued that putting it off until after the first of the year would be unwise, given the precarious state of Jackie’s health. They thought it best to settle the matter and hopefully give Jackie a peaceful, happy Christmas, especially considering that it could be her last.

Dawn got on the phone as soon as Grandmother and Fawn ended their conversation. Obviously she’d been near their grandmother, listening in on every word.

“You knew Dixon Lyons could be single,” Dawn pointed out, skipping right over the greeting, “so what’s the real problem?”

Fawn mentally sighed. “Like I told Grandmother, he’s more resentful than I expected.”

“No. I don’t buy it. You were prepared to deal with a single man. There’s something more.” Fawn could almost feel the thoughts churning in her twin’s mind. “He’s hunky, isn’t he?”

Fawn plopped back onto the bed. “He’s gorgeous,” she admitted. “But he can see that Jackie is ill, and it makes no difference to him.”

“Bring Bella and Jackie and come home,” Dawn ordered. “We’ll be her family. We—”

“Petapan,” Fawn interrupted, using Dawn’s Lenape name. “We should at least give him a chance to do the right thing, don’t you think?”

After a long silence, Dawn said softly, “Whatever happens, remember our mother.” Then she ended the call.

As if I could forget, Fawn thought. As if a daughter could ever forget her mother’s mistakes.

Chapter Two

How dare she? Dixon fumed, letting the wind suck the door closed behind him. Pretty little Fawn Whoever obviously didn’t know his mother very well or she wouldn’t have lectured him like that.

Giving birth to you ought to be enough.

He mimicked the words in his head as he skirted between the front end of the pickup and the storage room at the end of the carport.

What did this Fawn person know about it? She’d never seen his mother sleep around the clock after one of her benders or heard the whispers at the grocery store. Fawn had never watched some strange man literally drop her loopy mother in the front yard and drive away while she reeled toward the house. He’d always wondered what was so wrong with him that she couldn’t stay home and sober—until he’d realized that his grandmother was right. What was so wrong was Jackie.