Shelby hugged the book. Will some of the kids be in my third grade at regular school? I just turned nine.
I think Megan Ritters eight. Her sister, Heather, is six or seven, and their brother, Brad, is nine. Sos Callie Montgomerys sister, Brittany. Andthe Gallaghers have a range of ages, he said, rattling off a stream of names.
Some sounded vaguely familiar. Greer scrabbled through her mind but was unable to place anyone specific except for Gallagher. Every Texan knew State Senator Clint Gallagher.
Mama, if I met some kids Sunday, Id have friends for when I start school next week.
Greer released her breath and gave a severe shake of her head. I said no, Shelby. We need every waking hour to get the ranch cottages ready for our paying guests. Church is out of the question.
Glancing between mother and child, Noah offered what he thought was a compromise. I understand you and your husband are probably anxious to spruce things up in order to get your business off the ground. You could send Shelby with her grandparents.
Pulling herself up to her full five-foot-three inch height, Greer let stormy eyes rake the much taller mans guileless expression. Shelbys never met my parents. And for the recordI dont have a husband. Now, if youll excuse us, Id like to finish shopping so we can get out to our ranch before the movers show up.
Spinning on one heel, she sped down an adjacent aisle, uncaring that shed been rude to a man of the cloth. She didnt let up her mad dash until she reached the bins of vegetables and began pitching items willy-nilly into her cart.
Shelby finally found her. Yuck, Mama. We dont eat turnips. And whats that green stuff with the red edges?
Greer frowned at her cart. Its chard. On second thought, these greens will probably spoil before I have a chance to use them. Meekly she put back the chard and some lettuce snatched up in her hasty attempt to escape Noah Kelley. Father Noah!
Greers heart tripped fast. It would be better if Noah did resemble his formidable dad. Instead the son had straw-blond hair that fell appealingly over a suntanned brow. Standing a good six feet in boots, Noahs worn blue jeans fit his long legs as if sculpted. Even at a distance, Greer had been aware of eyes the color of a Hill Country sky. Up close, once hed taken off his cap, those same blue eyes surely saw straight into her guilty soul.
Now why would she think that? She was guilty of nothing! She threw baking potatoes haphazardly into a paper bag. Father Noah would change his tune fast enough. As soon as his ailing dad clued him in about her ignominious fall from grace.
It seemed so long since shed raced home from college in East Texas, heartsick and needing comfort. Instead shed endured hearing Father Holden advise her folks to send her to Denver to live with her dads sisterso she could adopt out her illegitimate child. Oh, hed made it plain she wasnt the first girl in their parish to be shuffled off. Any girl in her predicament set a bad example, for their congregation, he said.
Greers dad, one of St. Marks loyal board members, went along with it. That still hurt. Even after all these yearsor so she gathered, reading between the lines of her moms sparse lettersRobert Bell hadnt changed his stance. Greer had hoped that with the passing of time, and with her added maturity, itd be possible to get over the past. Maybe not.
She still quaked inside as she recalled what a humiliating experience that had been at seventeen. It wasnt as if she didnt already feel like dirt over being duped and dumped by a college senior shed thought loved her. In truth, Dan Harper couldnt shed her or his responsibility for a baby fast enough. When her parents and her church turned against her, too, that had been the worst blow.
Mama, can I get this cereal? Shelby ran back to the cart with a box of a kid-popular variety her mother rarely let her eat.
Greer opened her mouth to refuse, but saw shadows lurking in Shelbys eyes that she recognized. A favorite cereal spelled comfort to a nine-year-old. Mom and child had left behind everything in Shelbys world.
Gently, Greer pushed aside her daughters overlong bangs. Okay, but when this is gone, itll be stick-to-the-ribs oatmeal for a while. Or whatever Cook whips up for our paying guests.
We have a cook?
Not yet. I plan to hire someone as soon as we make our guest ranch livable. We need to book guests ASAP. Until then, though, its just you and me, kid.
Shelby hugged the box to her thin chest. Maybe Grandma and Grandpa Bell will invite us to their house for dinner tonight. My friend, Rhonda Ann, in Coloradoshe ate dinner at her grandmas a lot.
Greer winced. Dont get your hopes up, Shel. My parents lead busy lives. You and I, ah, are going to be busy, too. Remember what I told you about Mayor Wright saying our new place is a fixer-upper?
Yeah. Shelby dropped the cereal in the cart next to a gallon of milk her mother had taken from the cooler. Mayor Mranda said our place needs cleaning and painting. Thats why Mr. and Mrs. Sanderson gave us a bunch of paint before we moved. So we can get straight to work, right?
Right. Miranda said the previous owner of our ranch let it go downhill. That paint was a very generous gift from the Sandersons, Greer added, thinking fondly of her previous employers at the dude ranch in Colorado. I hope paint and elbow grease is all it takes to make it presentable for guests.
Shelby darted down the next aisle, where she located their brand of peanut butter. She placed the jar in their cart, and Greer tossed in a loaf of bread and some jam, sensing her daughters desire to leave. Greer, too, was dying to see their property so she could assess what needed doing.
Okay, Shel, I think we have enough here so we wont starve for a few days. All our talk about settling in has made me want to hurry and get there. Shall we go pay for our stuff?
Can I push the cart? Oh, and can I buy the book I showed you? Its about a girl who grew up in Texas. She latched on to the cart handle, all the while bouncing up and down on her toes. She did slow where two aisles intersected.
I dont know about buying the book today. I need your help to put the house in order. I know you, Shelby Book Worm. Once you bury your nose in a story, you tune out the whole world. And how do I know? Because youre just like me. Greer tweaked her daughters shoulder-length coppery hair. Ill ask Mr. Tanner to hold the book for you. Itll be your special treat for helping me clean up around the ranch.
Okay! Shelby was generally agreeable. Mama, where are the other shoppers? Look at all this neat-o stuff. How come nobodys here cept the clerk and the man who told us about church?
Greer secretly hoped Father Noah Kelley had made himself scarce. Shelby had always been a kid with a million questions. You remember how, after I started working for Cal and Marisa Sanderson at Whippoorwill Ranch, we only shopped every two weeks? We drove into Denver. Those stores are huge compared to the ones in Homestead. Everythings bigger there, and theres way more people. Weve come to a small town, Shelby.
Yeah, I told my teacher I was scared to leave Colorado. She said I was lucky to be going to a small town. She said kids in small towns stay friends forever and ever. Is that true, Mama? You never talk about friends from here. But you said you were born in Homestead and lived here until you went away to college.