Ruth Dale - Something About Ewe - Something About Ewe / The Purrfect Man

He sure didn’t deserve a range war over sheep at this hour.

ANTICIPATING A SLOW DAY at the shop, Lorraine decided to pop into Denver to visit wholesalers, leaving her daughter and Miss Pauline in charge. With the pickup in the garage for service, Lorraine bubbled with excitement about the sheep while driving her daughter into town.

“Did you see how Reckless perked up?” she demanded for the third time. “He’s already a new dog.”

Thalia had to admit it was the truth. No sooner had the two fat white sheep been unloaded than Reckless had bolted upright, ears and eyes suddenly alert. When Lorraine waved the dog forward, Reckless was off like a streak.

For the next hour, the dog shoved those balls of fluff from one end of the pasture to the other, his tongue hanging out in happy pants with the effort. He was obviously in his glory.

Thus Thalia entered the flower shop already smiling. She supposed she really should call Luke and tell him how brilliantly his suggestion had worked. She knew he’d been kidding around about the sheep but still—

Miss Pauline looked up from the receptionist’s desk, her normally placid face flushed. She held several slips of paper in her hand and others littered the desk.

“My goodness.” Thalia’s smile slipped. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s those sheep,” Miss Pauline wailed. “Honestly, Thalia dear, what has your mother done this time?”

THALIA DIDN’T WANT or need a brand-new crisis while her mother was out of town. All Thalia wanted was to be left alone, without involvement with anyone or anything. She would be leaving Colorado soon. Conflict and confrontation was not what she wanted in her life.

That’s what she was getting, though. All hell had apparently broken loose in Shepherd’s Pass over the presence of sheep in Shangri-la, or near it, as the case might be. Thalia hadn’t even made it through the telephone messages when Emily rushed through the front door.

“Hi, Miss Pauline,” she greeted the elderly lady before zipping past to lean breathlessly over the counter where Thalia was reading the messages spread out before her. “Is it true?”

Thalia grimaced. “Is what true?”

“That your mother is starting a sheep ranch at her place.”

“A sheep ranch!”

Emily nodded. “I hear she’s already got a contract to sell wool to a big sweater manufacturer. She’s got a flock of fifty sheep with more to come and—”

Thalia burst into incredulous laughter. “She’s only got two sheep! She bought them to give old Reckless something to do.”

“Her dog?” Emily frowned. “Only two?”

“Right, and right.” Thalia shook her head helplessly. “How do these stories get started?”

“Usually with a little grain of truth that quickly becomes the oyster that ate Cincinnati.” Emily propped her elbows on the counter. “I don’t know if you’re aware of it, but this news is literally sweeping through town like a wildfire.”

“I’m aware of it, all right.” Thalia glanced ruefully at the phone messages. “And as you’d expect during a crisis, Mother’s out of town for the day. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about this.”

“You might start by ducking.” Emily rolled her eyes toward the front door. “Because here comes our esteemed mayor now, and I don’t think he wants to make you citizen of the day.” She backed away. “See you!”

“Emily, don’t leave me!”

“Sorry, I’ve got to get back to my own job.” With a wave for Thalia and another for Mayor Kelly and Miss Pauline, she retreated.

Mayor Kelly’s ruddy complexion was even redder than usual. He gave Thalia a resentful look. “Young lady, what has your mother done this time?”

“This time?” It was a squeak of dismay.

The mayor nodded. “Whenever we have trouble in this town, we always find Lorraine Myers right smack-dab in the middle of it. But I sure didn’t think she’d stoop low enough to terrorize the residents of Shangri-la with sheep!”

A cattleman, huh. Just what Thalia needed. “Look, Mayor Kelly, Mother brought in two sheep—just two. Her reasons had nothing to do with Shangri-la.”

“I find that difficult to believe.”

“Why? Mother isn’t interested in annoying her neighbors.” Thalia hoped. “Just because she’s opposed to the second phase of that project doesn’t mean—”

“Tell that to all the residents of Shangri-la who have been bombarding me with calls.” Mayor Kelly thrust a distracted hand through his thin brown hair. “However, I didn’t come here to argue.” He looked around. “I’ll have to take this up with Lorraine directly. Is she here?”

“I’m afraid not. She’s out of town for the day.”

“Figures.” He grimaced. “When you see her, tell her that her neighbors are just about ready to send out a posse to take care of those sheep themselves. Sheep are definitely not allowed in that area. Something will have to be done immediately.”

Thalia was getting annoyed. “The rules for Shangri-la don’t apply to my mother’s property,” she said stiffly. “I’ll give her your message, but I wouldn’t hold my breath waiting for her to see it your way.”

“Time will tell.” Turning, Mayor Kelly marched out of the shop.

“Oh, dear.” Miss Pauline looked genuinely distressed. “I can’t imagine—”

The telephone rang, cutting her off. Thalia could tell it was another irate caller looking for Lorraine.

Thus it went for the rest of the day. By the time Thalia locked up at five o’clock, she and Miss Pauline were both exhausted. Now she had to walk home, because the pickup wasn’t ready and her mother had left a message saying that she wouldn’t be home until—

“Can I give you a lift?”

Startled, she looked up into the handsome smiling face of Dr. Luke Dalton. “I don’t want to put you out,” she said.

“I go home right past your house,” he reminded her. “I wanted to stop and make a house call anyway. If I don’t miss my guess, I’m going to find one very happy Border collie guarding his own little flock.”

Her shoulders slumped. “You heard.”

“I think everybody in town knows about this. I was kidding when I suggested sheep, but apparently your mother recognized a good idea when she heard it.” He opened the passenger door to his Cherokee and she climbed in.

When he was behind the wheel, she burst out, “Has the world gone mad? You’d think Mother had imported a whole herd of—of buffalo or something, instead of two nice fluffy little sheep. What’s up with that?”

“Apparently the homeowner covenants forbid sheep,” he said, giving her a sympathetic glance. “Also pigs and chickens.”

She groaned. “Don’t tell Mother, whatever you do. If they rile her enough, it’d be just like her to go out and bring in anything she can find that’s guaranteed to annoy her neighbors.”

“Like pigs and chickens?”

“Exactly like pigs and chickens. But in her defense, she was living there a long time before that housing development was ever built. How can they expect her to abide by their rules?”

He shrugged, but his expression was understanding. “Don’t ask me,” he said. “I’m just a simple veterinarian. I like all animals, including sheep.” He braked at Lorraine’s curb. “Let’s go see how Reckless is feeling today.”

“Okay, but I’m not getting close to any more telephones,” she said, and meant it.

THAT BORDER COLLIE WAS BORN to herd sheep, Luke thought admiringly as he watched the black-and-tan dog maneuver his small flock toward them. The dull eyes and hangdog expression had been replaced by sparkling excitement. As was common with his breed, Reckless slunk along behind almost on his belly, ready to dart right or left to “reason” with troublemakers by “gripping”—snapping at their heels.