Remember Me, Cowboy. C.J. Carmichael
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pointed out.
“But if I don’t tell him...”
“If you’re keeping the baby, you have to tell him. Can you really imagine any other way?”
Laurel realized Winnie had just talked her around in one big circle. They were back where they’d started, with no other option in sight.
Feeling as if she’d been saddled with a thirty-pound weight, she sank back into the pillows that Corb had plumped up for her.
“You’re right. I have to tell him.”
* * *
THE FIRST TIME Corb had driven past the location of the accident had been the day Jackson chauffeured him home from the hospital. A plain white marker had already been placed in the spot where Brock had died.
This was to be expected. In Montana, sites of traffic fatalities were identified in this way to remind drivers to take caution when behind the wheel.
What wasn’t to be expected was the wreath of purple daisies that had been hung over the marker.
No one in the family had any idea who had put the flowers there.
Until now.
Corb pulled over to the side of the road, behind a familiar, rusted old truck. When he got out from the driver’s seat and crossed over to the other side of his Jeep, he saw Maddie Turner. His mother’s sister. The woman none of them were supposed to talk to.
His earliest recollection of the feud between the two sisters was when he was around six years old. His dad had been driving him home from his first day at school, and they’d stopped to get an ice cream from the freezer out front of the gas station.
A truck much like the one at the side of the road here, had been parked at the pumps. He remembered the woman looked old to him then, but he’d thought she had nice eyes.
For some reason, though, his father had ignored her.
This struck him as wrong. He was used to his dad smiling and chatting with all sorts of folk, whether he’d met them before, or not.
“Who was that lady, Dad?” he’d asked on the drive home, in between licks of his chocolate-covered ice cream.
“That woman is your mom’s sister. Her name is Maddie Turner.”
“Why— Then she’s my aunt, isn’t she, Dad?”
“Well, yes, but you shouldn’t think of her that way. Long ago she and your mom had a big disagreement. That woman hurt your mom pretty bad.”
His little-boy heart had been stricken by the very idea. “What did that lady do to her?”
“Your mom doesn’t like to talk about it, and neither should you. Corb, next time you run into her, in town, or wherever, you just quietly go about with your business. Got that?”
“Got it, Dad.”
Following family protocol, as established all those years ago, Corb supposed he ought to get back into his truck and drive away.
But screw family protocol. His dad had died a long time ago. Now Brock was dead, too. Why was this woman, who the family had disowned, setting out flowers for him?
Corb leaned against his truck to watch. The new wreath had been hung. Now Maddie Turner took the dead flowers and stuffed them into a black garbage bag. Then she started wading through the tall grass back toward her vehicle, without even glancing in his direction.
She was going to get into her truck and drive off without saying a word. And suddenly Corb knew he couldn’t let that happen.
“Why?” he asked.
She stopped and stood still for a few moments.
She was about the same height as his mother, but built much stockier, carrying at least twenty-five extra pounds. Her gray hair was cropped bluntly at her chin, and her features were thick, her skin heavily lined.
She had none of Olive’s delicate beauty.
Except for her eyes. Even at her age, which must be around sixty, he figured, they were large and a lovely shade of green.
“You are breaking the unwritten code, Corbett.”
He couldn’t say what shocked him more. Her speaking voice which was soft and refined. Or the fact that she not only knew who he was but used his full name, which almost no one but his mother ever did.
He decided to ignore the comment. “Why are you putting out flowers for Brock? Did you know him?”
“Just let it be, son.” She blinked and a single tear rolled down the side of her face. Then she tossed the garbage bag in the back of her truck before driving away.
Corb watched, puzzled. Technically, Brock had been Maddie Turner’s nephew. She had every reason to leave a tribute to him if she so desired.
But he couldn’t help wondering if there was more to this than just that simple explanation. If perhaps Brock had broken the unwritten rule, too.
* * *
CORB GOT BACK into his Jeep and followed Maddie Turner farther along Big Valley Road, up to the point where the road forked. When she headed right, toward Silver Creek Ranch, the place where she and his mother had been born and raised, he turned left. He’d never been to the Turner place. Once it had been on par with his father’s spread. But his mother had inherited a good chunk of the land with Grandpa Turner’s death, and so now Coffee Creek was the much bigger property. Still, Silver Creek had to be a big operation for a single woman to handle on her own.
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