Rocky Mountain Cowboy. Tina Radcliffe
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high hopes of becoming an actress myself, once upon a time.”
Joe ran a hand over his face. “Bitsy, I’m telling you, it’s not a movie.”
“If you say so, Joe.” She glanced down at the lights on the desk phone. “He’s done. Let me buzz him.” She picked up the receiver. “Joe Gallagher here to see you, boss.”
Moments later, Sam Lawson came out of his office and crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t call me ‘boss’ anymore.”
Bitsy shrugged. “Coffee’s fresh.”
The sheriff’s expression made no effort to conceal what he thought about the coffee. Joe nearly burst out laughing.
“No, thanks,” Sam finally said. He looked to Joe. “Come on in.”
The two men walked into his office. Sam shut the door and took a deep breath. “The woman would try a saint. No doubt she’s listening at the door right now,” he muttered.
“I figured as much.”
Sam turned on the tower fan in the corner.
“You’re warm?” Joe asked.
“White noise. She can’t hear us when the fan is on.”
“Ever thought about replacing her?”
“Only about three dozen times a day, for the last four years.” His eyes narrowed. “But that’s for cowards. I am no coward. My plan is to wait her out. She has to retire eventually.” Sam sat down behind his desk and took a deep breath. “What can I do for you?”
“Rebecca Simpson is back in town,” Joe said as he eased into the banged-up oak chair.
“The woman who was in all the newspapers? I heard she was found innocent.”
Joe’s head jerked up. “What are you talking about?”
“Rebecca Simpson. Isn’t that who we’re discussing? I’ve never met her, but I read about it in the Denver Post.”
“Read about what?” Joe asked, becoming as agitated as he was confused.
“The accident.”
“What accident?”
“Are you telling me you don’t know?” Sam rubbed his chin. “Rebecca Simpson was arrested for vehicular manslaughter. She was driving in the rain when the vehicle skidded, ran off the road and overturned. Her husband Nick wasn’t wearing a seat belt. The news said he was killed on impact.”
The air whooshed from Joe’s lungs and he froze, unable to speak for moments. Finally he cleared his throat. “That doesn’t sound like vehicular manslaughter to me.”
“Exactly what the jury decided. Her father-in-law, Judge Nicholas Brown, was the one who insisted she be charged.”
He shook his head. “How did I miss this?”
“Two-and-a-half years ago, you were in Afghanistan. Then your dad died.” He nodded toward Joe’s prosthesis. “Your arm. I don’t suppose reading the Denver paper was on your radar, although by then they were probably onto something else.”
“Hard to believe my mother didn’t mention anything.”
“Maybe she thought you had enough on your plate.”
Joe released a breath. “I guess.”
“Did you know Nick Simpson?” Sam asked.
“No. Though it was hard to avoid the gossip when he and Becca eloped. His parents have a summer home near Four Forks. He went to boarding school out East. I hear he spent most of his summers doing whatever it is that rich kids do in the summer. Never saw him in Paradise.”
“How’d she meet him?”
“College. Becca had a full ride to Colorado College. I went local. We ranch boys like to stay close to home, so we can smell the loam in our own backyard.”
“Is that how it works? Didn’t someone tell me you two used to be an item?”
“We were kids. Too long ago to even remember.” Joe shifted in his seat. “So what do you think about the accident?”
“I don’t know what to think, Joe. Why wasn’t a smart guy like that wearing his seat belt was my first question.”
Joe shook his head, thinking.
Sam shrugged. “Truth is, I can’t tell you anything that wasn’t in the news or on the television. I remember thinking at the time that the whole situation seemed sensationalized to sell more papers.”
The only sound for moments was the hum of the fan as Joe considered the information Sam had shared, while trying to piece it all together.
“Funny how one moment can define the course of your entire life,” Sam finally said.
“Tell me about it.” Joe stood. “Thanks for your time.”
“Sure. I can’t say I’ve told you anything everyone else doesn’t already know. You can probably read the newspaper account at the library.” Sam stood as well and came around his desk.
Joe nodded.
“Any idea if she’s here to stay?” Sam asked.
“To stay? No idea. She’s doing the certification on my prosthesis. That’s all I know.”
“Is there a problem?”
“I thought there was. The real-estate agent refused to rent her a house.”
“You think Judge Brown could be behind that?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Do you want me to investigate?” Sam asked.
“No. But thanks, Sam. After what you told me, I’m sort of looking forward to figuring this one out myself.”
“Momma!” Casey Simpson raced across the lawn, her dark braids bouncing as she moved. When she got close, she launched herself into her mother’s arms.
Rebecca buried her face in her daughter’s neck, breathing in the sweet scent.
“I’ve missed you so much, Momma.”
“I’ve missed you, too, baby.”
“Grandma’s in the house. I’ll get her.”
A moment later, the front screen creaked open, then closed with a bang, causing Rebecca to look up. Joan Anshaw stood on the front porch of the gray clapboard house. “I thought you’d never get here.”
“I was starting to feel the same way. That old Honda is on its last legs.”
Her mother pushed back a strand of her short dark bob, and took off her glasses to wipe the moisture from her eyes. “Oh, Mom, don’t cry.” Rebecca moved quickly to the porch, wrapping her mother in a warm embrace.
“I’m not crying.”
“You’re not?” Rebecca peered down into the face of the woman who had been her rock for the last twenty-four months.
“No. Cowgirls don’t cry. Remember? Your daddy always said that.”
Ah, her father. Rebecca smiled at the memory. Her dad, Jackson Anshaw, had spent most of his life as foreman for Hollis Elliott Ranch Holdings.
“Daddy only said that so I’d stop whining about all the chores he gave me.”
Joan laughed. “It worked, didn’t it?” She sniffed before slipping her glasses back on.
“Yes, it did.” She pressed