Love Without End (9 page)

“All right. Let’s go.” Chet leaned his forearms on the top rail.

Tara let out some of the line and pointed the small training whip behind Wind Dancer’s rump to urge him to move out. “Walk on.”

Chet didn’t say much over the next twenty minutes or so as he watched Tara put the horse through his paces. She lunged him counterclockwise at a walk, a trot, a slow canter, a trot again, and finally a walk to a halt. Then she turned him in a clockwise direction and repeated the exercise. She remembered to keep her voice calm but firm and didn’t fumble the commands. She remembered how to hold the lunge line and pointed with the whip only when necessary. Wind Dancer responded as if the two of them had been working together for months instead of a few weeks.

When the horse was stopped once again, Chet said, “Okay, Tara. That’s good. Give him a rub down.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Leonard.”

He opened the gate, and Tara led the pinto out of the pen and toward the barn. Pete fell in beside her. Not that Tara needed anyone’s help. By this time, she knew exactly what to do and where she would find whatever she needed.

Chet turned and started toward the house, then stopped when he saw the now familiar car coming toward him. Kimberly Welch was a little on the early side today. He waited for her to stop the car and get out.

“Afternoon.” He touched the brim of his hat.

“Hello.” Her gaze went to the side of the barn where Tara was tying her horse at the rail. “How did it go today?”

Here was something else Chet had figured out. Kimberly was nervous around horses. She didn’t dislike them, and she wasn’t all-out terrified of them. At least not obviously so. But
she wasn’t eager to be near them either, and that made her worry about her daughter more than most.

“Good,” he answered. “Tara’s a good student. So’s the horse.”

Kimberly’s eyes returned to him. “Ms. McKenna asked me to look at some things in the guesthouse. She wants to know if any are worth selling instead of giving away.”

“She did?” He remembered Tara saying her mother was some sort of expert with antiques, but Easter was the only time he’d heard it mentioned. He hadn’t known Anna pursued the topic with her. “Well, come with me then.”

They walked together toward the house, Chet shortening his stride to match hers.

He’d learned a few other things about the Welches, thanks to the hours he’d spent with Tara. He’d learned the girl’s father had passed away three years ago, and apparently the man had left their finances in a mess. Their house had been foreclosed. Cars repossessed. Kimberly had tried to find work, but her fine arts theater degree hadn’t helped on that front. She’d been a stay-at-home wife and mom since college, so she had no work history to make her desirable to employers. Her inability to find employment was what had finally brought them to Kings Meadow to stay with Janet. According to Tara, Kimberly would leave in a heartbeat if she found a job in the city. The latter he hadn’t needed Tara to tell him. He’d already figured it out for himself. Well, good luck to her. He couldn’t imagine himself living anywhere else, but he’d discovered it was useless to try to make anyone want to stay. His ex-wife had taught him that.

Anna stepped through the back doorway of the main
house as Chet and Kimberly drew near. “Hello, Kimberly. Thank you for coming.”

“How could I refuse?” She smiled. “Tara is always telling me about something new you’ve found. She’s piqued my curiosity.”

Anna looked at Chet. “Want to join us? We’re on a treasure hunt.”

“No thanks. I’m pretty sure I’d be in the way.”

“Suit yourself.” Anna hooked arms with Kimberly. “But you don’t know what you’re missing.”

The two women set off for the guesthouse.

Chet had been surprised at first at the amount of time it was taking Anna to sort, keep, toss out. But then he’d realized she was in no hurry to occupy her old home. She would rather stay in the main house than have privacy in her own place. He’d thought it odd since she’d loved the cottage back before she got married. But it also pleased him, knowing she preferred to stay in the midst of his family.

While Anna might not be in any hurry to live in the cottage—if that ever happened, which he now doubted—she seemed to enjoy sorting through the collection of boxes and cast-offs, deciding what should stay and what must go. He also suspected the time she spent with Tara was valuable to the girl. And now Kimberly had been added to the mix. Perhaps time with Anna would be valuable to her too.

For some reason, that thought made him feel good.

K
IMBERLY
’
S
HEART GAVE A LITTLE SKIP WHEN SHE
saw the items that Anna and Tara had set aside. Things not
deemed to have any chance of reuse had been taken to the county’s refuse collection site by Sam and Pete. Things that Anna knew must stay in the Leonard family had begun taking up residence in one corner of the bedroom. The things still in question had been placed in a back corner of the living room.

The latter was where Kimberly stood now.

“See anything of value there?” Anna asked behind her.

Kimberly hardly knew where to begin as her gaze trailed over a washstand, a tarnished silver tea set and tray, a pair of Victorian table lamps, a large copper washtub, and a shoe box full of jewelry. And those were only the items easily seen.

“Should we keep any of it?” Anna asked again.

“I would. That washstand, for one. It must be at least a hundred years old. If it was sanded and stained, it would make a beautiful addition to any home. Especially if there’s an old porcelain washbowl and pitcher to go with it.”

“You’re right about its age. It belonged to Violet Leonard’s mother. Violet brought it with her when she married Chet’s grandfather.”

Kimberly looked at Anna. “You really know the history of this place, don’t you?”

“Yes. That’s true.”

“But you were away for a long time. Didn’t you say thirty years or something like that? I would think you’d have forgotten some of it.”

“Funny thing about getting older, Kimberly. The things that happened the longest ago, the people you knew when you were young, that’s what you remember best most of the time. Yesterday can get hazy. Forty or fifty or sixty years can be clear as a bell.”

Kimberly felt an unexpected ache for the grandmothers she’d never known. It would be wonderful if she could ask questions about her own family. But it was just her and Tara now, and their history had shallow roots, a tree that could be ripped up by the wind.

“Are you all right, my dear?” Anna laid a hand on Kimberly’s shoulder.

“Yes. I’m fine.” She took a step deeper into the corner, preferring to think about antiques rather than be reminded of the people and things that weren’t part of her life.

Anna

1945

T
HE WAR IN
E
UROPE WAS OVER
!

Abe, a very pregnant Violet, and Anna piled into the Model T and motored into town to join the VE-Day celebrations. The bells in the Methodist church tower pealed across the valley. There was music and singing and dancing in the streets and liquor consumed by more than a few residents of Kings Meadow. People laughed. People cried. Those who had lost someone in the war cried the most.

At least that was true for Anna who felt afresh the reality that her daddy would never come home from Europe.

After an hour or so, she wandered away from the crowds until she found a place where she could be alone to remember her daddy. With the passing of each month, it had become harder and harder to remember the details of his face without the help of the photograph of her parents that she carried with her. The memory of his voice had become little more than a whisper.

But one thing hadn’t changed. Whenever she was with Shiloh’s Star, she sensed her daddy’s presence. It gave her courage when she felt like sliding back into fear. It helped her hold onto the dream that had been his first and was now hers to see to fruition.

“Next year, Daddy,” she said aloud, her eyes squeezed shut. “Next year there oughta be a colt or a filly out of Golden Girl by Shiloh’s Star. He doesn’t say it, but I think Abe’s as excited as I am.” She paused, willing her words to reach her father. Could those who’d gone on to heaven hear the folks left on earth? She wanted it to be so. “They’re good to me, the Leonards. Real good. Tell Mama I’m doing fine and behaving, like she taught me I should.”

With her forearm, she wiped away the last of her tears and opened her eyes again in time to see Violet walking across the field toward her. Waddling might be a better description of the way she moved through the tall, pale-green grasses of spring, one hand resting on her swollen abdomen, the other pressed against the small of her back. And she still had six weeks to go before the baby was due. How much bigger would she get?

“Anna? Are you all right, hon?”

Anna nodded.

Violet stopped beneath the tree where Anna sat and awkwardly lowered herself to the ground next to her. “We got worried when we couldn’t find you.”

“Sorry. I was . . . I was—” Her throat closed up, cutting off her words.

“You were thinking about your father,” Violet finished for her.

Anna nodded.

“I don’t blame you. If I’d lost somebody close to me in this awful war, this day’d make me feel the same way. Over at last but such a huge price was paid. And still not done in the Pacific.” She put her arm around Anna and drew her close. “It’s all right, you know, to ask God why things happen the way they do. I used to think I had to pretend that I was all right with everything the way it was, that if it was God’s will for something to happen in my life, then I ought to be happy about it. But that was just pretending. God doesn’t need me to pretend, and He isn’t afraid of my questions. You go right on and pour out your feelings to Him. Don’t hold back. He’ll listen, and then He’ll comfort. You see if He doesn’t.”

Ten

K
IMBERLY STIFLED A YAWN AS SHE OPENED THE
bottom drawer of the desk and took out her purse.

“Headed home?” Chris Russell asked from inside his office.

She moved to stand in his doorway. “Yes. Did you need something before I go?”

“Yes, I do.” He leaned back in his chair. “I know when you started we thought it would be for six weeks, tops. But are you willing to stay on for another four? I talked to Madeline, and the doctor says she won’t be able to put any weight on her foot for at least that much longer and thinks it best that she not return to work.”

Kimberly forced herself not to smile. After all, Madeline was having a difficult time. But four more weeks of drawing a paycheck would be a blessing, and she would be grateful for every one of them. “I’m happy to stay on as long as you need me, Chris.”

“Good. I appreciate the work you’ve been doing. You caught on fast.”

“Thanks.” She took a half step back, then turned. “See you in the morning.”

There was a definite spring in her step as she left the office and walked toward the grocery store. She was tempted to splurge on some big, juicy steaks for dinner, but Tara would appreciate tacos or pizza more, and either of those would cost a good deal less than prime cuts of beef.

Wistfully she remembered the times when she’d prepared a romantic dinner for her and Ellis. Candlelight. A little red wine. Her best crystal and china. Soft music from the iPod speakers. Steaks grilled to perfection. Ambience and presentation had been important to her.

In her memory, she saw the way Ellis looked at her when they’d enjoyed one of their special evenings at home. Eyes filled with love. Ellis had had such expressive eyes. One time, maybe six months before he died, he’d surprised her at the end of the meal with a gorgeous diamond necklace. It hadn’t been her birthday or their anniversary. He’d bought it because he loved her, he’d said.

How would she have reacted if she’d known how deep in debt they were?

The pleasant memories spoiled by reality, Kimberly pushed open the swinging glass door and entered The Merc. She pulled a shopping basket from the stack near the entrance and started down an aisle, looking for the items on her list. It didn’t take long. Choices were not abundant in this small-town grocery store. Nothing like the superstores where she’d done her shopping for most of her adult life.

She paid for her purchases at the checkout, then gathered a brown paper sack in each arm. At the exit, she turned her back to the glass door and pushed it open with her backside. As she turned again, she nearly collided with an incoming customer.

“Whoa there.”

She recognized Chet Leonard’s voice even before she lifted her gaze to his face, shaded as always by his brown cowboy hat.

“Here. Let me help you with those.” He took one bag from her, then the other. “Where’s your car?”

She shook her head. “I walked to work this morning. It’s not very far to Janet’s. Not on a day like this.”

“It is fine out.”

Kimberly began to feel awkward, standing there in front of The Merc, Chet holding her shopping bags. How was she supposed to take them back from him?

“I’ll carry these for you,” he said in answer to her unspoken question.

“Oh, you needn’t do that. They aren’t heavy. Really. I . . . it’s—”

“Come on. I’ll bet you’ve got the fixings for supper in these sacks. Better get you home so you all don’t starve.” He swiveled on his heel, then gave her a glance that said he was waiting for her.

What else could she do? She moved to his side and they set off toward Janet’s home.

After a brief silence, Chet said, “Tell Tara that we’ve got two new foals as of yesterday.”

“They both came? She’ll be disappointed she didn’t get
to be there to see at least one of them born. She told me all about the mares when she got home Saturday.”

“Yeah, she seems eager to learn everything about horses and ranching.”

“Maybe it’s for the best she wasn’t there. She might be a little young to watch a live birth.”

Chet looked at her, eyebrows raised. “You’re kidding, right? She’s almost sixteen.”