Rodeo Baby. Mary Sullivan
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can’t you just be yourself?”
“That’s what I asked, too.”
“Chelsea, for once can you support your dad? I’m not the villain here. Gramps, you leased the land to them for only one dollar. Now you can’t remember how long the lease stands. You didn’t get a written contract out of them. I have nothing to read over, nothing to verify what the deal is. We know nothing about how the profits will be split. I find it shameful that these people only offered you a dollar.”
Sam scrubbed his hands over his face. “You asked me to find out if they’re ripping you off. This is how I’m doing it.”
He pointed to both Gramps and Chelsea. “Neither of you gets to decide how it should be done. I’m helping out in my own way. Period.”
“But—”
Ire roused, Sam asked, “Do you think if I asked if they were being honest with you that I’d get a straight response? Come on. That’s naive. I’ve worked in business for close to twenty years. I know how important it is to protect oneself with a written contract. How do you know this revival committee won’t rob you blind if I don’t come in under the radar to find out?”
“I know. I know.” Gramps raised a placating hand. “It’s just—I’ve known most of ’em since they were in diapers. I thought I trusted them, but...” Gramps looked lost. “I don’t know what’s wrong. I don’t know what to do.”
He sounded so plaintive, so unlike the strong, vibrant man Sam had always known. Beside him, Chelsea made a small sound that might have been distress.
“You don’t have to do anything, Gramps,” Sam said. “That’s why I’m here.” He squeezed his grandfather’s shoulder. “So you don’t know exactly what I should look for?”
“No. All I have is a feeling.” Gramps turned from staring out the window to pin him with a glare. “You just got divorced. Is your ex bleeding you dry? Why are you helping me? Are you afraid of losing your inheritance?”
The change in tone and subject sent Sam reeling.
“No!” What had ever given Gramps the idea that Sam wanted him to die so he could have his money? Gramps had never spoken to him with this harsh a tone before. “How can you think that? I want you to live forever. This isn’t about me. It’s about protecting you.”
Gramps relaxed back into his chair, momentarily bewildered. That confusion worried Sam. Gramps had always been sharp.
He shared a worried frown with Chelsea.
Gramps puckered his forehead. “If it’s not about your inheritance, why are you so worried?”
“Because you are. You put your life into that place and only left when your body was no longer up to the work.”
“Yeah? So?”
“So, I know how much it meant to you. When you retired, I thought it would live on in everyone’s memories as your tradition carried down from your father.”
“Uh-huh. So?”
“So...these women are stealing your history and your legacy.”
“That’s what you’re worried about? I thought it was money.”
“Of course I’m worried about money. They’re giving you one dollar for use of the land with no contract for a percentage of the profits.”
When Gramps didn’t respond, Sam asked, “You are getting some of the profits, aren’t you?”
Gramps’s gaze slid away before admitting, “I don’t remember.”
Sam swore under his breath, worry burrowing into him. Gramps wasn’t the type to forget this kind of thing.
“I got an idea, though, about what’s going on.” Gramps smiled. “With you, I mean.”
“With me? How is any of this about me? There’s nothing going on with me.”
“Sure there is. You’re going on about history and legacy and tradition. None of that going to matter to me when I’m gone. You’re worried about heritage for your sake. Not mine.”
Stunned, Sam stared. “No... I...”
“It’s true. I remember how you used to listen to all my stories. Now that you’re finally here, because of this revival, you won’t be able to have any part of it like you’d thought you would some day.”
“But—” Hard to argue with the truth. Today, seeing the amusement park for the first time and Gramps’s house and Gramps, yeah, he did care about his heritage. “I care about them ripping you off, too.”
“The money. Yeah. But I don’t know if I’m being ripped off.”
“But you didn’t sign anything.”
“Nope. Not a single sheet of paper.”
“So even if you had negotiated for a share of the profits, you have no idea what you agreed to. So these women could make up any terms they want.”
Gramps’s brow furrowed. Then he perked up and a wide grin split his old face. “They won’t hurt me, Sam. Ever.”
Sam stopped pacing. Gramps’s behavior worried him. Confused at one moment and happy the next. Distrustful and then immediately certain the women meant him no harm. Sensing mental deterioration, Sam needed to talk to his grandfather’s doctor. How could Gramps forget the details about the deal he’d made with the women?
“I can’t believe that remark about the inheritance.”
A twinkle in Gramps’s eye mollified him. “After all you’ve been through lately, it’s a relief you’re still my great, honorable grandson.”
“What’s honorable about pretending to be someone he isn’t?” Chelsea asked.
“His heart’s in the right place,” Gramps replied. “That’s all I need to know.”
Time to move forward on everything. “Okay, let’s go over their names. We’ve already met one of them. The diner owner.”
“Violet Summer,” Gramps said.
“We stopped there for lunch. I can’t say she left a good impression. She’s opinionated and sarcastic.”
Chelsea giggled. “She didn’t like the way Dad flirted with her.” She did her impression of him complimenting Violet’s eyes.
Gramps barked out a laugh. “Nope. Vy wouldn’t like that. She doesn’t suffer fools gladly.”
“I’m not a fool.”
“No, you aren’t, Sam, but Vy doesn’t know you yet.”
Eager to move off the topic of the diner owner with curves in all the right places, Sam said, “Chelsea and I are going to be staying with another of the women. Rachel McGuire.”
“Yep, she lives now with her husband, Travis Read. What do you mean, you’ll be staying with them?”
Sam explained about getting a job on the new ranch.
“A job?” Gramps picked up a cup from a small table and took a sip from a straw. “Doing what?”
“He’s going to be a cowboy, Gramps.” When had she become such a tattletale?
Orange juice sprayed from Gramps’s mouth and down the front of his shirt. Sam expected embarrassment or at the very least dismay, but Gramps laughed hard.
Chelsea giggled with him.
Sam blotted OJ from Gramps’s shirt.
When he finally stopped laughing, Gramps gasped. “What do you know about being a cowboy?”
Sam stiffened. “Enough