Nelson's Brand. Diana Palmer
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we haven’t met,” Allison said softly. She looked up at Gene with hazel eyes that were his instant undoing. He’d never seen eyes like that. There was something in them that made him feel warm inside. “How do you do, Mr. Nelson?” she asked, and she smiled. It was like sunshine on a cloudy day.
He caught his breath silently. She’d called him Mr. Nelson, but he wasn’t a Nelson. He straightened. What the hell, it was the only name he’d ever known. He nodded curtly. “Miss…?”
“Hathoway,” she replied.
“Are you on your way back to the ranch?” Dwight asked, his tone reconciliatory, hesitant.
“Yes.”
“I’ll see you there, then.”
Gene let his eyes fall to the woman again, to her gentle oval face. Her eyes and mouth were her best features. She wasn’t really pretty, but she had a glow about her. It grew as he looked at her unsmilingly, and he finally realized that she was blushing. Strange response, for a woman her age. She was out of her teens; probably in her mid-twenties.
“Gene, are you coming to the barbecue tomorrow night?” Winnie asked.
He was still staring at Allison. “Maybe.” His head moved a little to the side as he looked down at Allison. “Are you Winnie’s houseguest?” he asked her, his voice slow and deep, without a noticeable accent.
“Yes,” she said. “Just for a couple of weeks, I mean,” she stammered. He made her nervous. She’d never felt such an instant attraction to anyone.
Unbeknownst to her, neither had Gene. He was having a hard time trying to drag himself away. This woman made him feel as if he’d suddenly come out of a daze, and he didn’t understand why. “I’ve got to get home,” he said, forcing the words out. He nodded curtly and left them, his booted feet heavy on the wood floor, his back arrow-straight.
Allison Hathoway watched him go. She’d never seen anyone quite as fascinating as the departing Mr. Nelson. He looked like a cowboy she’d seen in a movie once, tall and lean and lithe, with wide shoulders and narrow hips and long, powerful legs. She, who had little if anything to do with men, was so affected by him that she was still flushed and shaking inside from the brief encounter.
“I didn’t think he was going to stop,” Dwight said with a rueful smile. “He avoids me a lot these days. Marie, too. Except to start fights.”
“It isn’t getting any easier at home, is it?” Winnie asked her fiancé, laying a small hand on his.
Dwight shook his head as he curled his fingers around hers. “Gene won’t talk about it. He just goes on as if nothing has happened. Marie’s at the end of her rope, and so am I. We love him, but he’s convinced himself that he’s no longer part of our family.”
Allison listened without understanding what they were talking about.
“Is he much older than you, Dwight?” she asked.
He lifted an eyebrow, smiling at her interest. “About six years. He’s thirty-four.”
“But he’s not a man to risk your heart on,” Winnie said softly. “Gene’s just gone through a bad time. He’s hurt and he’s ready to lash out at anybody who gets too close.”
“I hate to agree, but she’s right,” Dwight replied quietly. “Gene’s gone from bad to worse in the past few months. Women, liquor, fights. He threw a punch at our mechanic and fired him this morning.”
“The man deserved it,” Winnie said quietly. “You know what he called Gene.”
“He wouldn’t have called Gene anything if my brother hadn’t started acting like one of the hands instead of the boss,” Dwight said angrily. “He hates the routine of working cattle every day. He had the business head and he was good at organization. I’m not. I was better at working cattle and taking care of the shipping and receiving. The will reversed our duties. Now we’re both miserable. I can’t handle the men, and Gene won’t. The ranch is going to pot because he won’t buckle down. He drinks on the weekends and the men’s morale is at rock bottom. They’re looking for excuses to quit or get fired.”
“But…he only had one drink at the bar,” Allison said softly, puzzled, because one drink surely wasn’t that bad.
Dwight lifted a blond eyebrow. “So he did. He kept glancing at you, and then he put down the glass. I was watching. It seemed to bother him. That’s the first time I’ve known him to stop at one drink.”
“He always used to,” Winnie recalled. “In fact, he hardly ever touched the stuff.”
“He’s so damned brittle,” Dwight sighed. “He can’t bend. God, I feel for him! I can imagine how it would be if I were in his shoes. He’s so alone.”
“Most people are, really,” Allison said, her hazel eyes soft and quiet. “And when they hurt, they do bad things sometimes.”
Winnie smiled at her warmly. “You’d find excuses for hardened criminals, wouldn’t you?” she asked gently. “I suppose that’s why you’re so good at what you do.”
“At what I did,” Allison corrected. Her eyes fell worriedly to the table. “I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to do it again.”
“You need time,” Winnie replied sympathetically. “That’s all, Allie. You just need time.”
“Something I have in common with your future brother-in-law, I gather,” came the reply. Allison sighed and sipped her ginger ale. “I hope you’re right.”
But that night, alone in bed, the nightmares came again and she woke, as she always did these days, in a cold sweat, trying not to hear the sound of guns, the sound of screams.
She wrapped her white chenille bathrobe around her worn white gown and made her way to the kitchen. Winnie was already there. Her mother was still in bed. Mrs. Manley was no early bird, even if her daughter was.
Allison’s long black hair was around her shoulders in a wavy tangle, her hazel eyes bloodshot, her face pale. She felt dragged out.
“Bad dreams again, I’ll bet,” Winnie said gently.
Allison managed a wan smile. She accepted the cup of hot black coffee Winnie handed her as they sat down at the kitchen table. “It’s better than it was,” she said.
“I’m just glad that you came to us,” Winnie replied. She was wearing an expensive pink silk ensemble. The Manleys were much better off financially than the Hathoways had ever been, but Mrs. Manley and Allison’s late mother had been best friends. As they grew up, Winnie and Allison became best friends, too.
They’d all lived near Bisbee, Arizona, when the girls were young and in school. Then the Manleys had moved to Pryor, Wyoming, when Mr. Manley took another job with an international mining concern. The Hathoways had been reassigned and Allison had gone with them to Central America.
The last few weeks could have been just a bad memory except that Allison was alone now. She’d called Winnie the minute she’d landed in the States again, and Winnie had flown down to Tucson to pick her up. It had been days before Allison could stop crying. Now, at last, she was beginning to heal. Yesterday was the first time Winnie had been able to coax her out among people. Allison was running from the news media that had followed her to Tucson, and she didn’t want any attention drawn to her. She’d successfully covered her tracks, but she didn’t know for how long.
“The barbecue is tonight. You have to come,” Winnie told Allison. “Don’t worry,” she added quickly when the taller girl froze. “They’re all rodeo people that Dwight’s introducing me to. Nobody will bother you.”
“Dwight’s brother said he might be there,” Allison murmured.
Winnie groaned. “For God’s sake, don’t tempt fate by getting too close to Gene. You’ve just come through one trauma; you don’t need