A Temporary Arrangement. Roxanne Rustand

LATER Abby was hot, muddy and frustrated.

      The sheep and cows were nowhere to be seen, but shaking a bucket of grain certainly attracted the goats. They charged toward her as if that grain were their last, desperate hope for survival, then shouldered one another out of the way and nearly knocked her off her feet.

      She hurried to the barn, with three irate goats butting at the bucket, and her.

      Headline: Foolish Nurse Lures Angry Goat Mob With Grain—Trampled To Death. Or, Woman Chased By Goats—Spends Two Weeks In A Pine Tree.

      Both sounded entirely too plausible by the time she’d finally trapped them in their pen.

      Keifer, who’d brought up the rear, eyed them warily as she poured part of the grain into a feeder and quickly slammed the gate shut again.

      Leaning against the gate to catch her breath, she ran a hand wearily through her hair. “I’ve definitely lost my fondness for goats,” she announced. “How about you?”

      But Keifer wasn’t paying attention. He’d squatted by the gate to study something and held up a long heavy chain and padlock. “See, I told you,” he said.

      She stared at the ruined padlock. Then turned slowly to scan the nearly impenetrable forest surrounding the little buildings on three sides.

      Shadows seemed to coalesce, materialize, then slink away. Every boulder, every clump of under-growth offered a place to hide.

      Someone had cut that padlock after Ethan left. Someone who’d wanted to cause trouble. But why?

      And the bigger question… Where was that intruder now?

      She turned to Keifer and reached for his hand just as a much taller shape loomed out of the mist not twenty feet behind the boy.

      She bit back a scream.

      CHAPTER SIX

      ETHAN SPUN AROUND, expecting to find a ten-foot bear looming over him or an angry moose, ready to charge.

      “Dad!” Keifer started to run for him, then faltered to a stop. His face looked worried as he stared at the heavy white bandaging that covered Ethan’s arm from elbow to fingers. “Holy cow.”

      Ethan gave his arm a rueful glance, then welcomed Keifer into a one-armed hug. “I’ll be good as new before long.”

      He looked over the boy’s head at Abby. “W-we weren’t expecting you,” she said, her voice faint. Splattered with mud from head to toe, she gripped a length of chain until her knuckles turned white.

      “I wasn’t expecting to see you two, either, since I didn’t see my truck in the drive. Where’d you park it?”

      “About your truck…”

      There were dark circles under her eyes and she was clearly exhausted. He felt a pang of guilt. Though much of yesterday was foggy, he dimly remembered handing her his truck keys and mumbling something about chores. “I shouldn’t have asked you to come out here. Especially not in this wea—”

      Lightning struck somewhere close with an earsplitting crack followed by a long, ominous roll of thunder. Raindrops rippled the puddles of standing water at their feet, and then it began to fall in earnest.

      “The goats are in,” Abby said over the rising wind. “But I didn’t…get…”

      The goats? He shook his head, unable to hear her clearly. “Get back to the house!” he shouted. Keifer took off like a jackrabbit. Abby tried to yell something else, but he gestured and started down the hill, shielding his arm with the tail of his shirt. If the damned thing soaked through, he’d probably need to go back to the hospital again. A long drive. A waste of time.