“Put that thing away before someone gets hurt,” Ava ordered harshly. She couldn’t believe Ray pulled a gun on them – or rather Hawk. She knew that’s who he was aiming at. “What the hell are you doing on my property at this time of night, Calhoun?” Ray asked, while aiming the shot gun at him. “Ugh, hell,” Colt groaned as he and Belle came out of the darkness. “Just escorting a lady to her door, Steele. No harm done,” Hawk answered coolly. For a man who had a gun pointing at him, he was cool as a cucumber in the refrigerator. “Well, she’s at her door. Time to go,” Ray said nastily. His jaw was hard as stone. “Hawk, his property, his rules,” Colt said cautiously. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Hawk slurred as he put his huge hat on. He turned to Ava. “Goodnight, Miss Ava. It’s been a real pleasure. Hopefully, we can go out again soon.” “I hope so,” she whispered. This was so embarrassing. As
The next morning . . . Ray could and couldn’t believe he lost control last night – again. He couldn’t help it. Ava had looked so damn tantalizing in a mini skirt and a tight as hell white T-shirt. Then again, she looked tantalizing in almost everything she wore – even sweatpants. As Ray showered, he remembered the sweet smell of Ava’s sex. It made him so hard that he had to lube up with soap to get a quick release. It was hell working a ranch and attending to other responsibilities with blue balls. With his mind clear and his body clean, he exited the shower, dried off, and got dressed – a long-sleeved, dark blue shirt with thin white stripes and blue jeans. When Ray got to the living room, he smiled. He could always smell what Ava was cooking by the time he got to the living room. He kept walking until he got to the kitchen. Jesse was gracing their table this morning. Tom was chattering away about a new boy scout badge he wa
Ava had an idea as soon as Ray told her he wouldn’t be back for lunch. She could take him and the boys lunch out on the land. She had seen that on the Food Network. A woman named Ree Drummond and her family had a ranch – and a cooking show. Ava had watched it a few times to get cooking ideas and tips. Ree had taken lunch out on the land to her family and ranch hands on the show. There were times Ree had surprised them with lunch. Ava could do that, too. Ava waited until Ray left – with Tom surprisingly. Ava learned from Dax that Ray had asked both boys if they had wanted to go with him today. “How come you didn’t want to go with your father?” Ava asked as she stood in the door way of Dax’s bedroom. Dax was laying on his back on the full size bed. He had an IPad in his hand and off to the side as he looked at her. “I didn’t want to spend my entire Sunday around cattle. If it was only for a few hours I might have gone.” “Mmm
Ray waited for Jesse to dismount his horse. Tom had gone off with the hands to help them with some work. He was trying to earn some sort of badge for Boy Scouts, and every once in a while he liked coming out on the land. He was old enough to help out now. “Came out to make sure I didn’t screw anything up,” Jesse said. “No.” Jesse have him a pointed look. “I trust you, Jesse, but I just had to take a look at her myself.” “Uh huh.” “But since we are talking about her. What do you think?” “I think if we don’t want to lose the calf or her and we should call a vet out here to look at her,” Jesse answered seriously as they began to walk away from the noise of the mooing cattle. “I think the same,” Ray agreed. “I can call him after lunch. Hopefully, he can get here before night fall. If not, hopefully, first thing in the morning. Either way, we shouldn’t leave her out here whether the
The next day . . . Ava had gotten the boys off to school an hour ago. Ray wasn’t at breakfast this morning. He had texted her last night before dinner saying he wouldn’t make it for dinner and he wouldn’t be at breakfast this morning. That pregnant heifer was really worrying him. Ava had placed a plate in the microwave last night for him. Her burner phone rang. “Hello?” “Hey, beautiful. How is this morning treating ya?” “Hawk,” she said as she laid down on the bed in the guesthouse. “So nice of you to call.” “I wanted to check on you. Ray was fit to be tied the other night, and I was checking to see if he took it out on you.” “He tried but I gave as good as I got.” Hawk laughed. “That a girl. Do you mind me asking what happened?” “Well, you weren’t entirely wrong about Ray learning about us going out on the town as you had put it. Obviously.” “Yeah.”
Tonight was the Halloween Party at the community center for the pre-teens and teens. Ava got into the Halloween spirit by dressing in a sock hop costume. It only cost her thirty-five dollars at the holiday shop in Helena. It was an A-line silhouette. The white T-shirt had a scoop neckline with short sleeves and the letter A largely stitched in black over her right breast. Her red swinging skirt came to her knees. A five inch black belt was around her waist. A black, sheer scarf held up her ponytail. One of the ranch hands drove her and the kids to the center. Jesse and Ray wanted to look over the pregnant heifer who was no longer pregnant. She had gone into a rough labor last night. Both mother and calf were weak. The brothers had said they would meet them at the party. Tom was dressed as the Mad Hatter. The costume was rather clever and fun. Tom wore a white broadcloth with a collar with a black ascot around the collar. The vest was orange and brow
An hour and a half into the party and all was well. Lana had no idea it was really Dax she was with. Dax and Beau were almost the same height, give or take an inch. Dax only answered yes and no questions that she asked. He couldn’t talk or she would know instantly it was him. Lana had assumed ‘Beau’ wanted to really be in character as Ghostface by not talking. It didn’t seem to bother her because it gave her a chance to talk. Just by listening, he learned a lot about Lana. She loved lavender roses. Her father gave her a dozen of them on Valentine’s Day and her birthday every year since she was ten. She was a Walking Dead fan and watched the spin-offs religiously. And she loved horror movies, which was a pleasant surprise. Dax loved horror movies, too. “I have to say, Beau, I’m having a great time with you,” Lana commented as they walked to the refreshment table. “I hope you’re having a good time with me.” Dax nodded enthusiastically. The only downsi
Hawk couldn’t help how angry he was. The last thing the Calhouns or the Steeles needed was another generation of their first-borns feuding. And the last thing everyone else needed was the school getting wind of the fight. The boys could get suspended for a week or more from the football team. Hawk was getting too old for this shit. “Explain yourself, boy,” Hawk said through gritted teeth. “Why were you fighting with Dax?” The front of Hank’s black hair was damp with sweat. Some of the heat had left his cheeks. “Well, me and a couple of the guys were hanging out out front. Dax and a few of his buddies were just across the way hanging out. I . . . I knew Dax was dressed up as the killer from Scream. So, I might have said some things about . . . Miss Ava and I might have said it loud enough where he could hear it.” “Like what?” “Uh . . . like how . . . hot she is and how I wouldn’t mind . . . doing things to her,” he said and then his eyes
Within the hour, the Bartholomews were heading to Townsend. Whitney had contacted her former doctor in New York on advice on how to handle Ava’s condition. He had said that if she was working with a therapist some things might have come back to her by now. All Ava might need is a reminder of her past – like seeing people she knew from before in person. “Are you sure you’re alright, Lester? You haven’t used your wheelchair since we’ve landed,” Whitney said. He snorted. “I have to say I don’t think I’ve heard such concern for my welfare from you in years.” “I know it’s quite disturbing,” she said flatly. They both looked at each other. Then they smiled. “I’m fine. I guess it’s the adrenaline running through me. The only thing I regret in this moment is us not having some time alone together,” Lester said as he continued to look over at Whitney in the seat next to him. “The last time we had private time alone – I hav
The next day . . . December 30th “My god, what a ghastly place,” Whitney Bartholomew said as she looked out the limousine window. “It’s not that bad. The streets are clean and it seems like a good economy here,” Lester said as he looked out the other window. “Yes, but what is going on with the fashions here? At least ninety percent of the men are wearing cowboy hats. Even some of the women are wearing them.” she said with her nose turned up. Lester chuckled. “I guess that’s the fashion here. Despite Helena being a city, it’s rather rural.” Whitney grunted.The photo the woman had emailed his butler was legit. It was definitely Ava. She was standing in what looked like a downtown area, waiting to cross the street with what looked like a pre-teen boy wearing a cowboy hat.The Montana P.I. was still making progress but it was slow. When Lester had gotten the call it was the break he had been hoping for.
The next day, Lillian went to Helena and deposited the check Jesse had given her last night and to check in to another hotel there. It was another Super 8. She didn’t want to over spend while she was in Montana. She needed the money Jesse had given her to keep her condo in L.A and keep up her lifestyle there. In truth, Luke and Lillian had broken up three months ago. Without his money, she had to spend wisely. She had gone to L.A. to try to make it in the entertainment industry there. She had been an extra in a few movies and TV shows but nothing that led her to getting a real break. In Nashville, she had been featured in a few country western bars and clubs but she couldn’t get an agent. Luke had paid for her to record a single but it barely sold a hundred downloads. So, when she and Luke split up, she had thought she could make it in Hollywood. It was harder than she had expected it would be – and way more expensive. Lillian wasn’t lea
Ava and Jesse rode to the Super 8 in Bedford. It was almost ten in the morning. Ray had gone to work on the range. Dax had taken Tom with him to see Lana. Jesse had told Ray that he was driving Ava into town to do some shopping. Ava hated lying to Ray but what choice did she have? Dax had been right. In this case, Ray needed to be protected. The boys themselves needed to be protected. They didn’t say a word during the ride. Jesse didn’t speak until they were walking down the hall at the Super 8. “I still don’t believe it. I won’t believe it until I see her with my own eyes,” Jesse said. They stopped at room 203. Jesse knocked on the door. It didn’t take long for someone to open it. Lillian. “Son of a bitch,” Jesse said through gritted teeth as he stared at her. “Nice to see you, too, Jesse,” Lillian said with twisted lips. “You may as well come in. I don’t want to have this conversation in
It was almost bedtime when Ava went to Tom’s room. He was in blue plaid pajamas, sitting on the edge of the bed.“Darling, I want to talk to you about something,” Ava said as she closed the door to his room.“What is it?”Ava walked to the bed and sat next to him. “Forgive me for bringing this up but . . . we never talked about your mother.”Tom physically shuttered but kept his eyes on her. “I don’t want to talk about her.”“Are you sure? You don’t want to talk to me about any . . . feelings you may have about her? I know what it’s like to have your own mother hurt you.”“You do? You remember your mother?” Tom asked with bewilderment. “You don’t have amnesia anymore?”“No, darling, I still have amnesia but I remember things from time to time. It comes sporadically.”“What does sporadica . . . ly mean?”“It means occasionally. I had a memory of my mother . . . doing to me what your mother did to your father.”“You had a husband?” Tom asked with furrowed brows.“No. He was my boyfrien
Two days later . . . It was still morning. Ava went into Tom’s room to change the sheets on his bed. As she was doing so, she noticed what looked like a set of new drawing pencils on Tom’s new drawing desk that Ray had bought him for Christmas. At one time, Ray had called Tom’s art meaningless doodling a young man needed to grow out of. But, now, Ray supported Tom’s talent to draw. I wonder when he got those? I don’t remember him buying them the last time we went shopping. Ava continued to make the bed. That’s when she noticed a brown case under the bed. She pulled it out. She had never noticed it before. The boys were out with Ray working the range so they wouldn’t be back till lunch. Ava unzipped the case. There were a few drawings in it. One was of a woman who looked to be standing next to a SUV in the fog . . . or snow. Ava wasn’t quite sure. She shifted to the other picture. A blonde, who looked very beautiful, but she had fangs. Bl
“Mom?” Tom stretched out. It’s like he couldn’t believe it – just like Dax couldn’t believe it. “Oh, Tom,” she nearly cried. “My god, look at you. You’ve must have grown a foot since I’ve last seen you. Maybe a little more. My baby boy is growin’ up.” “A person can do a lot of . . . growing in two years when you don’t see them,” Tom said with a frown. “Oh, honey. Please know I’ve missed you – and your brother. But . . .” “But what?” Tom asked, urging her to go on. “But Uncle Luke meant more to you than us? But you were too busy to even call? But you were more concerned about singing for strangers than your own family? But –” “Tom,” Dax interrupted. “What you’re saying isn’t helping.” Tom whirled on him. “It’s helping me!” Dax rocked backwards, taken aback by Tom shouting in such a deep voice. Tom’s voice wasn’t changing – yet. Or he didn’t think so anyway. “Tom, I can explain, h
After Ava had made Dax shower and get dressed, he took his new truck out for a spin with Ray. Then the guys cleaned the den up for Ava while she enjoyed her gifts – especially her new jewelry. She even had time to call Redd and Mrs. Porter to wish them a Merry Christmas. Then Ava prepared an early lunch.It was now twelve-thirty in the afternoon. Ray and Ava were curled up on the sofa watching The Santa Clause with Tom in the floor watching it, too, as he played around with his new cell phone. Jesse had left a few minutes ago to give his various girls their gift cards for Christmas. Dax walked into the room wearing a pair of jeans, his new boots, and a navy blue sweater with a white dress shirt underneath. “Dad, can I go to Lana’s and give her a ride in my new truck?” Ray raised one brow wondering if he should let him. “I don’t know, son. It is Christmas.” Ava turned to her love. “Let him go,” she cooed. Ray snorted with amus
Christmas Day . . . Ava had woken at six a.m. to get a big Christmas breakfast on the table in the dining room. She wanted Christmas Day to be special for all of them. This morning, the boys didn’t bother getting dressed. They came downstairs in their robes and pajamas. Ray was dressed in a pair of jeans and a long sleeved sweater. Jesse showed up wearing a sweater, too. At least they weren’t those ugly Christmas sweaters. There was at least four inches of snow outside. It had snowed a little yesterday and overnight. Ray went outside and asked Ava to keep the kids busy in the dining room while he was out there. She wasn’t sure why, but she could tell he was up to something. He had returned just when they were starting to eat. The boys sucked their breakfast down so fast that Ava worried that they were going to make themselves sick. They were excited to get the exchanging of gifts underway. They practically ran thr