in their three boys. Chance was the only one still around High Cotton, and he checked on his aunt and uncle often.
“Chance.” Etta threw herself at him and hugged him tightly.
“Let him go, for heaven sakes,” Ru said. “You’re gonna choke him to death.”
Cait noticed Ru squeezing Chance’s shoulder, too. They were both glad to see him.
Etta drew back, her bony fingers smoothing her nephew’s chambray shirt. “Why didn’t you call and let us know you were coming? We’d have waited supper. Are you hungry? We have plenty.”
“No. I’ve already eaten. I was just passing by and wanted to say hi.”
“Hi, Chance,” Caitlyn said.
“Ah, Cait, the most beautiful woman in High Cotton.”
She grinned. “Yeah. Me and every woman you meet.”
He met her grin with a stellar one of his own. “Damn. Beautiful and smart. Can’t beat that with a sledgehammer.” He turned to Cooper. “Hey, Coop.”
“Chance.” The cowboy shook his hand. “What are you doing these days?”
“Working my butt off for the big oil companies.”
“You still out on the rigs?”
“You bet. Pays good money. We’re drilling over at the McGruder place, about thirty miles from here.”
“I know. I’ve been by the place a few times and saw a lot dump trucks going in and out of there.”
“Yeah. Old man McGruder is smart as a whip. This is the second well we’ve drilled on his property, and he probably has money coming out the wazoo. But now he’s selling sand and gravel off his land.”
“Who buys it, and for what?” Cait asked curiously.
“He sold a lot of sand and gravel to the oil company. They have to have it to build roads to the oil pads, so the big rig and trucks can go in and out without getting stuck. Of course, we had to have water for drilling, so Mr. McGruder got a new water well. They use the pea gravel for drilling, too. He’s also selling sand to a home builder who uses it for the foundation of new houses.”
“Bart did that back in the eighties when things got a little tight,” Rufus said.
“Where?” Cait asked, not remembering that.
“The southwest pasture. We don’t run cattle there.”
“How about some pie?” Etta interrupted.
Caitlyn picked up the leftover chocolate pie from the table and handed it to her. “Go spend some time with Chance. I’ll clean the kitchen.”
“No, I—”
Cait gently nudged them out the door, knowing they wanted to visit.
“I’ll help,” Coop offered.
Within minutes they had the kitchen clean. Cait laid the dish towel over the edge of the sink.
“Are you okay?” the cowboy asked.
She wiped her hands down her faded jeans. “Not really. I don’t know how I’m going to save this ranch. With the oil and gas royalties, I was able to rebuild the herd Dad had sold. We were just getting to a point were we might show a profit. But if we have to sell off cows that won’t happen.”
“A calf crop will be ready to market in June. That will help.”
“Yeah, but it won’t be enough to see us through a dry summer.” She massaged her temples. “It’s a bitch when the past comes back and bites you in the butt.”
Coop leaned against the cabinet. “How much gambling money did your dad owe?”
Cait dropped her hands. “I didn’t ask.” And she should have. Where was her brain? Going down guilt avenue at full throttle. Damn it. That should have been her first question. But her senses were too busy remembering what it was like to be in love with Judd.
“Those people are not pleasant when they don’t get their money.”
“Judd mentioned that.”
“Maybe Judd was the only solution for Dane, for High Five.”
She pointed a finger at Cooper. “Oh, please. Don’t you dare go over to his side.”
“I’m not, but you know how your father was. He never had a spending limit.”
“I know.” She stretched her shoulders, wishing she could close her eyes and the nightmare would go away.
“I saw Judd’s truck here this afternoon.”
“Yeah. He was doing what he does best, pressuring me to sell.”
There was silence for a moment.
“I wasn’t here all those years ago when you broke the engagement, but I assume you had a good reason.”
Cait thought about that. Would a man understand? Cooper was her best friend. She told him a lot of things, but sharing her feelings about Judd wasn’t on the table.
“Okay, that’s a little personal, and I don’t do personal,” Coop said quickly. “Think I’ll head to the bunkhouse and nurse a beer.”
“Think I’ll head to the study and nurse a gigantic headache named Judd Calhoun.”
Coop smiled. “See you in the morning.”
Caitlyn walked upstairs to check on Gran. She was curled up on a chaise longue, asleep in a dress from the forties, with her long white hair cascading over her shoulder.
Kissing her wrinkled cheek, Cait whispered, “Dream on, Gran.” With a sigh, she sank down to the floor beside her. Resting her head on her grandmother’s hand, she picked up a high-necked dress from the thirties.
So many people depended on her: Gran, her sisters, Etta, Rufus and Cooper. What would they do if High Five was sold?
Judd had her by…What was it that guys said? By the short hairs? All she knew was that Judd had her where it hurt. Bad.
She fingered the dress, which smelled of mothballs, willing herself to come up with a way to get the money she needed to save her home.
Wait a minute. She sat up straight and threw the dress into the trunk. Why hadn’t she thought of it before?
CHAPTER FIVE
EARLY THE NEXT MORNING Caitlyn was on the way to Mr. McGruder’s. She wanted information about selling sand and gravel. She could have called, but Mr. McGruder was the kind of man who responded better when talking face-to-face. Being of the older generation, he didn’t care for phones all that much. He liked the personal touch.
It didn’t take her long to get the buyer’s name and number. She didn’t ask about price because she knew McGruder wouldn’t divulge it.
Back in her office, she called only to learn the man had all the suppliers he needed. Damn! She told him to keep her in mind if he ever needed another one, and gave him her name and phone number.
By the time she hung up, all the excitement had oozed out of her and she felt stupid. Their financial situation wasn’t going to be that easy to fix. There must be a black cloud over her head or something, but she didn’t have time to wallow in misery. There was work to be done.
She saddled Jazzy, her brown quarter horse, and set out to join Coop and Rufus. Red neighed from across the fence. The mare didn’t like it when Cait rode another horse, but Jaz was for work. Red she rode for pleasure.
The day was already getting hot. Cait pulled her straw hat lower to shade her face. Her arms were protected from the sun by a long-sleeved, pearl-snap shirt. The sun was hell on a woman’s skin.
Coop