Janet Tronstad - A Rich Man for Dry Creek and A Hero For Dry Creek - A Rich Man For Dry Creek / A Hero For Dry Creek

“But there’s only one of you.” Laurel looked aghast just thinking about it. “The Seattle police force must have thousands of people working. And they’re trained. Police academy and all that.”

“I’ve got my GED. I know it’s not the same as a high school diploma, but I know the same information. And I read those police magazines every month. And not just the free ones they send. Sometimes I buy the ones off the shelves at that big drugstore in Billings. Just don’t go listening to anyone spouting off about that hit man that came here after Miss Glory. There was no way I could have known he’d dress up like Santa Claus and come to the church pageant just like he belonged—”

“Hit man! You had a hit man, too. Right here in Dry Creek!” Laurel fanned her cheeks with one hand. “A girl like me just isn’t safe.”

“No one can get into Dry Creek that easily,” Robert said, trying to stem her rising hysteria. When he said it, he looked at Laurel more closely. It was true. Dry Creek wasn’t the easiest place to get to in the middle of a February blizzard. What had prompted Laurel to come?

“I’m sure we’re all safe,” Jenny added. She was standing behind the refreshment table still pouring coffee. The line of men wanting a cup was finally moving forward. The heat from the coffee urn had added a moist flush to Jenny’s face and she was beginning to wish she had her hairnet back so that her hair would stay in place.

Laurel turned to Jenny and scrutinized her briefly before dismissing her. “Well, I’m sure you’re perfectly safe, dear. But rich people have extra perils and anyone can see I have money.”

“What anyone can see,” Robert interrupted icily, “is that you don’t have the manners you were born with. Look around you. Money isn’t the measure of a person. Some of these people will never have an extra dime and they’re still better people than you or I will ever be with our silver spoons and our trust funds.”

One of two of the ranch hands looked at Robert in appreciation.

“Say what you want.” Laurel stepped over and snapped open one of her small alligator suitcases. “But I’ve never heard of anyone pulling a gun on someone else because they wanted to steal from a better kind of person. They’re after people with money and that’s it.”

Laurel lifted the lid on her suitcase and a wave of perfume hit the air.

The man holding his coffee cup out to Jenny strained to see over her shoulder so Jenny turned to see what the attraction was. There she saw it. Row after folded row of satin and silk lingerie. Some trimmed with lace. Some appliquéd. Slips. Nighties. In peach. Ivory. Lavender. White.

“And you’re worried about the kids becoming underwear salesmen,” Robert said quietly as he moved closer to Jenny. “I’d say she’s set up for a sales tour of all fifty states.”

The amused tone in Robert’s voice cheered Jenny up considerably. He might be rich. But he surely could still see through a woman like Laurel.

“Didn’t you pack any real clothes?” Robert finally asked. “You certainly can’t survive a blizzard with that kind of stuff. You need long johns and sweaters with maybe some sweatpants and wool scarves.”

“Oh, I had two other boxes of clothes, but they got lost in the airport baggage system somewhere. I expect they’re at the Billings airport by now. Anyway, they’re going to send them out when they can,” Laurel answered cheerfully. “Not that they have any of those blizzard clothes in them. I brought some special-occasion clothes instead.”

Laurel looked at Robert with a glance he could only call sweetly possessive. It made him nervous. He’d known Laurel for years. They’d actually gone to school together, so he was better prepared for her games than most. He knew the sweetness was an act. He just didn’t know why she was playing up to him. “There are no special occasions planned here.”

“We’ll see.” Laurel smiled smugly.

Laurel shut the lid on her suitcase and swung around a little designer purse. “You know, I think the lipstick is still in my purse. Silly me. I didn’t need to rummage around in that suitcase after all.”

Laurel pulled a long gold lipstick tube out of her purse along with a small mirror. She looked over at the men. “I don’t suppose one of you would hold this mirror up for me, would you? I just don’t feel right unless my lipstick is fresh.”

The request almost caused a fight among the ranch hands until Laurel turned and asked. “Robert, would you help me?”

Robert grimaced. Yes, this was Laurel at her best. What could he do? If he didn’t hold the mirror, a half dozen of those ranch hands would go home tonight with black eyes. And the punch bowl might get broken. He happened to know the bowl was a favorite of Mrs. Hargrove’s.

“Why don’t you prop the mirror up on that ledge over there?” Robert pointed. The barn, even though it was now a community center, had been built for working cattle and still showed the marks. “See, you can see where the stall used to be?”

Laurel gasped. “You expect me to use the remains of a cow stall!”

“Well, there hasn’t been a cow along that wall in ten years. I don’t see the harm.”

Laurel tried to contain her annoyance, but it showed. Her normally pink cheeks got a little redder. Her baby blue eyes narrowed. Her chin jutted out in a stubborn angle. Then she took a deep breath and smiled sweetly back at Robert. “You’re right, you know.”

Laurel turned to walk over to the ledge and Robert watched her. She was definitely up to something.

“Anyone else want coffee?” Jenny asked the men standing around the table. They were blocking the way for the other people who wanted something to drink by standing there and watching the blonde.

“I’ll take another cup,” one ranch hand said with a sigh. “She’s way out of my league anyway.”

“Well, of course she is, Kingman,” another ranch hand responded as he got back in line, too. “She’s way too pretty for any of us. But we can still look. She’s like a picture in one of those fancy magazines.”

“Yes, she is,” Jenny agreed. She knew how the ranch hands felt. Sometimes you couldn’t help being drawn to someone even though you knew you didn’t have a chance in a million of anything happening.

“She shouldn’t have come here,” Robert said as he looked over the people of Dry Creek. Some ranch hands were still drooling over Laurel as she dramatically rubbed her lipstick on repeatedly. He’d lay odds there’d be some sharp words exchanged among those boys before the night was over. The teenage boys weren’t far behind the ranch hands and the girls were looking like they were ready to mutiny. Even the married farm couples looked uneasy. “Laurel doesn’t belong in a place like this.”

Jenny lifted her chin. She’d emptied the coffeepot and the line had ended. “There’s nothing wrong with this place.”

“I didn’t mean—” Robert was brought back sharply. “Of course, there’s nothing wrong with this place. It’s a great place full of great people.”

“Just because it used to be a cow barn doesn’t mean it’s any less of a place,” Jenny continued like he hadn’t even spoken. “It’s a place filled with friendship and good people—well except for them maybe.” She nodded her chin at the kidnappers who were now neatly tied at one side of the barn. “And who knows—even they might not be so very bad when all is said and done.”

“I agree.” Robert moved closer to stand beside Jenny. He didn’t know how to say what he was thinking. “I like the people here. I like that this used to be a cow barn.”

“It’s because you’re slumming, isn’t it?” Jenny said quietly. The punch bowl was now empty so she pulled the ladle out. “Getting a dose of real life before you settle down in some mansion somewhere with a perfect wife and perfect kids.”