Noelle Marchand - The Nanny’s Temporary Triplets

“Yes, I need to check on the herd.”

“May I go with you?”

David paused to look at Maggie, then at Caroline before returning to Maggie. “I thought you were excited about helping Miss Caroline today.”

“I am, but I also like helping you. I can do both.”

David chuckled. “You stay here with your grandma and Miss Caroline today. I’ll take you riding another time.”

Caroline lifted a brow at David slightly, wishing she could say, “See? I was right. You’re the most important person to her.” Instead Caroline smiled at Maggie. “We’ll have fun today, Maggie. I promise.”

Ida took a break from feeding the baby to nudge the bowl of biscuits toward David. “David, will you be back in time for lunch?”

“Probably not, but I’ll be here for dinner.” He finished his plate and set it in the sink before grabbing a biscuit on the way out. “Y’all have a good day now.”

“Bye, Pa.” Maggie returned her father’s parting wave and watched until the door closed after him. Her eyes filled with tears. Her lower lip trembled.

Caroline tensed in alarm. She was about to try to comfort the girl when Ida caught her eye. The woman shook her head in warning. Pressing her lips together to keep them silent, Caroline did her best to listen as Ida went over the triplets’ daily schedule with her. Even so, Caroline couldn’t help glancing at Maggie now and then. The girl’s eyes eventually cleared of tears. Finally, Maggie reengaged in the conversation as though nothing had happened.

Did that happen every morning? It must if Ida was so used to it. Caroline’s heart went out to the girl. At Maggie’s age, she used to do the exact same thing when her parents left for the theater. She’d known she wouldn’t be able to see them again until the next morning, and the small amount of attention they’d paid to her at breakfast was never enough to fill her aching heart. Matthew had always done his best to distract her until she was able to forget about her parents and enjoy the rest of the day. It had bothered her less and less as she grew older. Eventually she’d learned to accept the fact that her parents cared more about their work than they did about their children.

Could the same thing be happening here? If so, Caroline was a living, breathing example of why that was a disaster waiting to happen. She’d fallen for the first man to show her any attention and ignored every sign of his dishonorable intentions. Caroline couldn’t let the same thing happen to sweet little Maggie. Something had to be done. And she was just the woman to do it.

* * *

David tugged his hat lower to block out the midafternoon sun. Even its scorching heat couldn’t quite rival the intensity of Matthew’s warning glare from earlier this morning. The man’s exact words had been “Watch yourself around my sister. She’s been hurt, and that won’t happen again on my watch. At least, not without some serious repercussions for the man who does the hurting. Understand?”

David understood, all right. He’d done his best to assure Matthew that Caroline would be safe from any romantic entanglements at the McKay ranch. For some reason, Matthew hadn’t seemed entirely convinced. The man really had no need for concern. The only thing David intended to do with Caroline was to stay out of her way. That should be easy enough, since as long as she was doing her job, he’d have plenty of time to do his.

That in and of itself was a blessing. After spending the last few days helping his mother with Maggie and the triplets, he had a lot to catch up on. Beyond the normal day-to-day running of the ranch, David was also battling the drought that continued to wreak havoc on the ranches surrounding Little Horn. He’d grown up on a ranch in west Texas, where rain and water was far less abundant than in the comparatively lush Hill County, so he felt he had an advantage in that fight that many of the nearby ranchers didn’t.

He was used to conserving water and stretching resources. Unfortunately, that didn’t make it any easier to watch the once-green pastureland fade to yellow, then dry up in patches of brown. Nor did it stop him from being concerned about his cattle—especially since the land had to support the extra two hundred head he’d brought with him from out west last year.

Bringing along his best breeding stock had seemed like a good idea at the time. He’d planned to focus on rebuilding the herd and extending his adoptive father’s legacy right here in Little Horn. Now it would take his best efforts to keep the stock healthy and fed through the winter. While the fresh spring near the house looked to be holding up, his hay crop was going to be much smaller than he’d hoped.

David sent a questioning glance to his nearest ranch hand. Ephraim Campbell had been a part of the McKay operation in west Texas and had followed the outfit to Little Horn, along with David’s foreman, Joaquin Reyes. They’d joined together with Isaiah Upkins, an older cowboy who’d worked for the previous owner of the Windy Diamond. As appreciative as David was for Isaiah’s knowledge of the land, David had worked with the other two men long enough that they could all but read his thoughts when they worked together. Proving that, Ephraim simply said, “Twenty-four.”

David nodded. Twenty-four calves still nursing so far. They’d likely find a few more before the day was through. That meant he’d have no choice but to buy additional feed. Other ranchers in the area were going to find themselves in the same position, which meant feed prices were bound to go up. The sooner he got his order in, the better.

The only thing left to determine was how much he’d need to spend. He considered his options for a moment. “I’m thinking about weaning early.”

Ephraim wiped his golden-brown brow on his shirtsleeve before placing his hat back over his dark curls. “Cutting feed cost?”

“Yep.”

Ephraim nodded his agreement. David glanced across the thirty or so cattle they had corralled in search of his foreman. “Hey, Joaquin, what do you think about weaning early this year?”

Joaquin tipped back his hat to eye the calves in the bunch. “They look good. I think they can handle it. Want us to separate them out?”

“Yes, as soon as we get a final tally.”

Far in the distance, Isaiah headed their way, returning from a scouting mission with a couple of strays. Catching sight of a limping calf, David rode out to meet him. “Have you checked the injury?”

“Not yet. This red-spotted steer has a mind of his own.” As if to prove Isaiah’s point, the steer bolted left.

“I’ll doctor the calf. Have fun with the steer.” He grinned as Isaiah grimaced and redirected the steer.

Joaquin cantered over as David doctored the calf’s leg. “What’s the matter with him?”

“Looks like he got caught up on some barbed wire.” David untied the calf and watched him lope back toward his mother. “If so, his mother might be scratched up, too, even though she isn’t limping. Once we’re done counting calves, let’s bring them into the corral by the barn. Examine the mother. Keep an eye on the calf.”

“Sure thing, jefe.” Joaquin tipped his hat back. “Do you want us to check the fence? It might be damaged.”

David remounted his horse. “I’ll ride over now and take a look, since I wanted to check on the crop anyway. Meanwhile, y’all keep looking for nursing cattle.”

“We’ll take care of it.”

With a nod of thanks, David rode the hay field fence until he found the spot where the cattle had tried to break through. Oddly enough, a large branch blocked the opening. It had to have been put there after the cows had broken in. Had one of his men coaxed the cow and calf from the field and placed the branch here as a temporary fix?