The Cowboy's Summer Love (45 page)

Inviting him in for lunch, Ty accepted and they visited for a few minutes before Jeff headed back to work.

Ty deposited the cash needed to cover the credit card expenses into his bank account then pocketed the rest, planning to buy some groceries for Beth and Nate later that afternoon. He was waiting in line to leave the bank parking lot when his cell phone buzzed with a text message.

Pulling back into a parking space he read the text from Lex Ryan about the job in Riley. According to the message, Lex was impressed with his experience and references and would like to conduct an interview.  He asked him to call someone named Swede at four o’clock if he was interested. He would also be receiving a list of questions Lex wanted completed and e-mailed back before four if that was possible.

Ty quickly changed his plans and drove to the nearest public library. Going inside, he sat down at an empty computer station, opened his email account and completed the questionnaire from Lex.

At first the questions didn’t seem like anything out of the ordinary, but toward the end of the two-page document, a few of them caught him off guard.

He answered them as best he could, confused and somewhat unsettled by the questions:

Are you afraid of dogs?

     No

Do wide open spaces bother you?

     No

Can you live without access to modern conveniences?

    Yes

Ty didn’t know how he could have access to any fewer conveniences than he did living in his pickup, but decided it was best not to offer that opinion.

Are you willing to relocate to a rural atmosphere?

     Yes

How bad could it be living in the country? He’d gone for many drives outside of Portland and enjoyed the gentle rolling hills of farmland. It seemed peaceful and nice. He could adjust to that, no problem.

The final question Ty classified as downright bizarre:

Will it bother you to live somewhere without a nightlife, dating scene, or eligible young females?

     No

A guy living in his truck doesn’t have a night life or dating scene and there are no eligible females who want to hang out with a man who is homeless, so it didn’t bother Ty in the least to answer that question honestly.

The reason behind the question did, however, give him a moment of pause before he hit send.

He needed this job, though, and if this Mr. Ryan had a few quirks, so be it.

Staying at the library until time for his phone call, Ty found a quiet corner and pulled a small notebook out of his coat pocket. He used it to keep track of all sorts of information and wanted to have it handy in case he needed to take any notes from the call today.

At two minutes before four, he punched in the number and the phone was answered on the first ring.

“Rockin’ R Ranch,” said a voice that sounded like it chewed gravel for breakfast.

“Hi, this is Tyler Lewis. I was asked to call this number at four today and speak with Mr. Swede,” Ty said, trying to use his best professional phone manners.

“I’m Swede and yer right on time. And it’s jes Swede, no mister needed,” Swede said. “The boss asked me to interview ya since I’m the one ya’ll mostly be working with, so let’s git ‘er done.”

Swede asked Ty a number of questions about his skills, experience and training. Ty got a little worried when Swede asked if he’d ever worked on farm equipment. Ty honestly answered he had not, but added that he could fix everything from lawnmowers to semi-trucks.

Sounding pleased, Swede went over the list of questions Ty answered earlier that afternoon via email.

“Are ya sure ya can live somewhere that is remote without much in the way of a social life?” Swede asked. “It’s all guys around this place and it’s a long way to town if yer looking for some Saturday night action.”

“I haven’t had much of a social life since I lost my job, Swede. I don’t see that the location will make much difference in that,” Ty said, badly wanting this job. He didn’t care if it was in Timbuktu, he needed to be employed for his own sanity and sense of self-worth, not to mention the money he could give to Beth and Nate until they got back on their feet.

“All right, then,” Swede said. “Let me confab with the boss and one of us will get back to ya right soon.”

“Thank you, Swede. I appreciate the opportunity to interview with you.”

“No problem. Talk to ya soon.”

Ty hung up the phone feeling like the interview went well. In a moment of self-deprecating humor, he realized if he did land the job, he was all packed and ready to go.

Looking at his watch, he hustled out of the library to the grocery store, filling a cart with fresh fruit and vegetables along with cuts of beef and chicken. As a splurge, he added a strawberry cheesecake from the bakery, Beth’s favorite.

Arriving at her apartment building, he lugged the groceries to her door and rang the bell. She opened it, surprised to see him.

“Hey, I didn’t expect to see you again for a few days. What are you up to?” she asked, stepping aside as he came in the door and set the grocery bags on the kitchen floor. “What’s all this, Ty?”

“Jeff hired me to fix Geena’s car today and paid in cash. Thought I’d just restock some of what I ate yesterday,” Ty said, putting groceries away. He felt Beth tug on his arm and looked down into her tear-filled eyes. She attempted to give him a hug around her wide girth, making them both laugh.

“You are such a good brother and good man,” Beth said, swiping at the tears that trickled down her cheeks. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. How about you feed me dinner and we’ll call it even?” Ty said, taking the cheesecake out of the grocery bag and waving it in front of her. “I even brought dessert.”

“Always did know how to get around me, didn’t you,” Beth teased, as she put the cheesecake in the fridge, looking forward to the treat. “Did you hear back about the job?”

“I did. I had to answer more questions via email and I had a phone interview with the ranch foreman. You should hear the way he talks. It sounds like he swallowed glass, the way his voice is all raspy and rough”

“But the interview went well?” Beth asked as she slid a casserole into the oven and set the timer.

“I think it did. He seemed a little hesitant when I said I’d never worked on farm equipment, but I have yet to meet a vehicle I couldn’t fix, so I’m not too worried about it.”

“That’s wonderful, Ty. I’m keeping my fingers crossed,” Beth said, helping Ty put the last of the groceries away. “You really think you’ve got a shot at this?”

“I hope so, although I’m not so sure I’m going to like the location,” Ty said, leaning against the counter and accepting the cup of hot coffee Beth handed to him. “Swede, that’s the foreman’s name, said it’s about a five-hour drive from Portland.”

“Well, that’s not so bad. You could always visit on a weekend, couldn’t you?” Beth asked, making herself a cup of tea and motioning Ty toward the couch. Sinking down on the cushions, Beth let out a tired sigh and put her feet up on the end table.

“Swede said the closest town is Burns,” Ty said, trying to remember where Burns was located on the map they looked up last night. Pulling out his phone, he Googled Burns and browsed a few web pages. Showing a map to Beth, he grinned. “At least it is on a major highway, so you can put your fears of me being eaten by a bear at rest.”

“I really hope you get this job, Ty, but I’m going to miss you so much. I… we’ll…” Beth choked back a sob and brushed at tears. Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she turned a watery smile to her brother. “Sorry, I know how well you do with emotional women, but I’m eight months pregnant and it comes with the territory.”

“I’ll forgive you this once,” Ty said with a teasing smile. They chatted until Nate came home and the three of them discussed plans for the next day while they ate the warm and filling chicken casserole Beth made for dinner.

Ty was setting the cheesecake on the table when his phone buzzed. Reading the text message, he let out an excited whoop, causing Nate to nearly drop the dessert plates he was getting from the kitchen.

“I got the job!” Ty said, high-fiving Nate and hugging Beth. “Mr. Ryan, he’s the owner, said I can start anytime. I guess I’ll plan on leaving tomorrow.”

“Dude, that is so awesome,” Nate said, cutting big slices of cheesecake and passing them around while Ty sent a text to Mr. Ryan saying to expect him tomorrow afternoon.

“Congratulations, Ty,” Beth said, smiling through her tears.

Patting his sister’s hand, Ty gave her an excited smile. “This will be a good thing, sis, just wait and see if it isn’t.”

Ty was up early the next morning and hurried out to order breakfast before Beth and Nate awoke. He came back in and quietly set the food on the table, careful not to wake up Nate who was still sleeping. From the water running in the bathroom, he could tell Beth was up and getting ready.

 Looking at his watch, he knew she was running ahead of schedule this morning. He resigned himself to a teary goodbye from his sister.  When she came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, she gave him a tight hug, which sent the baby into a flurry of end-goal worthy kicks. Ty laughed as he placed his hands on her stomach and savored the last time he’d get to feel the baby kick before he actually got to meet the little one in person, whenever that may be. It could be a few months before he made it back to Portland. By then the baby would no longer be a newborn.

That thought made his throat tighten with emotion. He and Beth were close. They grew up that way and were even closer since their mom died of pneumonia six years ago. They were all the family the two of them had in the world, other than Nate, and that bond was very special. It was important to Ty that Beth’s baby could get to know him, but that might be difficult from miles and miles away.

“Well, little mama, I think we should eat breakfast before it gets cold and then I’m going to hit the road,” Ty said, holding her chair as Beth sank down at the table. Nate got up and joined them. The guys tried to joke and keep things light-hearted, but Beth’s quiet sadness lingered around the table.

Quickly cleaning up from their meal, Ty made sure he gathered his few meager belongings before he gave Nate a brotherly hug and thanked him for all he’d done for him in the past years.

He hugged Beth again, inhaling her scent that reminded him so much of his mother. Setting her back, he studied her long and hard, realizing for the first time, that she looked like a replica of their mom from her warm brown hair and oval face to her small build and short stature.

“I don’t think I ever told you how much you remind me of Mom, Bethie,” Ty said, hugging her again. “You are a beautiful person and I know you are going to be a fantastic mother.”

“I’m really going to miss you Ty,” Beth said, swiping at her tears. “Promise you’ll stay in touch.”

“I promise. As long as I’ve got cell service, you can call or text me anytime,” Ty said, carrying his small duffle bag out the door and waving one last time. “Be well and be safe. I’ll let you know when I get there.”

Before his own emotions got the best of him, Ty headed out to his pickup. Filling the tank with fuel put a sizeable dent in his wallet as he headed south out of Portland. Following the signs, he turned southeast toward Bend and found himself there a few hours later. He filled up with fuel again and ate a quick lunch, although it wasn’t quite yet eleven.

Getting back on the road, he continued driving southeast on Highway 20. As the pine trees and neat little farms gave way to mile after mile of sagebrush and open land, Ty thought he may have in fact reached the end of the earth. Looking back, forward, right and left, all he could see was sagebrush and more sagebrush interrupted by the occasional craggy rocks and straggly looking trees he thought might be junipers.

Swede wasn’t kidding when he said the landscape was a little different.

As he drove up to a tiny store by a sign that said “Welcome to Riley,” Ty stopped to stretch his legs. Going inside the store, he asked about the Rockin’ R Ranch and the guy working the cash register grinned as Ty paid for a cold soda.

“I know the folks at the Rockin’ R. The Ryan family has been in this area forever. Poor old Lex passed away last fall after that awful cancer got him, but Lex Jr. is doing a right smart job of running the place now. Been trying to hire on a mechanic and a housekeeper. I’m guessing you’re applying for the mechanic job.”

“That’s right,” Ty said, not feeling particularly chatty with the loose-lipped clerk.

“Well, good luck to ya,” the man said, slapping Ty on the shoulder. “You’re built for the job, but so were the last two. Together they didn’t last more than a week.”

Ty suddenly wondered what he’d gotten himself into. If he had to turn around and drive back to Portland, he didn’t think he had enough cash left to cover the fuel.

Not sure what to say, he didn’t need to worry as the clerk rattled on about the ranch and how to find it. Lex, Lex Jr., Ty corrected himself, sent him directions last night, so he wasn’t too worried about finding the place. He had the address programmed into his truck’s GPS system, along with the emailed directions.