Erma said something to Mack that J.J. couldnt hear. It served to make him duck his head and rub the lines creasing his forehead. A few seconds ticked by before he cleared his throat. Ermas got a valid point. Its not like me to be inhospitable. I appreciate your willingness to help us out of a jam, Jill. Raising his head, he gazed squarely into her startled eyes. Truly, he added. My main concern should be doing whats best for Erma. He opened the door. If youre okay with it, lets call a truce.
Of c-course, J.J. stammered. Ill just go put my camera bag away. She pointed to her SUV.
Bring it in, Erma said. Mackenzie means you should pick a bedroom and stay as long as you want. You and Zoey go collect the eggs while I take my pills. After you get me settled for a nap, you can check out of your motel. I wouldnt mind your help fixing meals for a few days.
Although she felt trapped, J.J. nodded. She wanted to bolt then and thereMack couldnt have made clearer that hed rather walk over spikes barefoot than have her stay at the ranch. Erma had to have twisted his arm, and who in their right mind would volunteer to be an unwanted houseguest?
Awesome! Zoey shouted. She dashed over to throw her arms around J.J.
From the porch, Mack watched Jill smile at Zoey and smooth her hands down the girls braids. The simple, caring gesture hit him hard, chipping away some of the ice hed built around his heart against Jill Walker. Her ready smile used to be something he loved. He vividly recalled the sweet taste of her lips, and unexpected heat moved through his groin. So now that thats arranged, he muttered, lets get this show on the road.
Benny said, Dont forget, bosswere planning to move the cattle to Monument Draw tomorrow. The summer range will make prettier pictures with the trees and all, but the herds bound to kick up a passel of dust on the drive up there.
Damn. With everything that had happened, Mack had forgotten. Trailing the herd can mean a couple of days before any of us get back to the ranch.
I have some extra days built in for this shoot, J.J. said. After all, Donna had urged her to spend an extra week visiting her mother. Ill take a few pictures before you head out. Readers will like seeing you on a horse with a sea of steers as a backdrop.
That would be a good plan except that well be leaving before daylight. Its a dry, hot drive between Turkey Creek and the next available water. The farther we get before sunrise, the better.
Well, do whatever is necessary. I dont want to interfere. Ill keep Erma and Zoey company.
I suppose we could delay the drive. Mack wasnt keen on the notion of leaving Zoey and an incapacitated Erma with Jill. The last time she was in his life, she hadnt thought twice about abandoning him. She probably wouldnt do that now, but she also didnt have any reason to stay. Therell be time to figure this out at supper, which we wont have if we keep talking all day. He eased the wheels of Ermas chair over the threshold and disappeared inside.
J.J. worried her lower lip with her teeth as she followed Zoey to a row of chicken coops set away from the house in the shade of scrub oak. They were on a good-size plot, encompassed by a sturdy wire enclosure. You have a lot of chickens, she said, pausing to latch the gate behind her.
Erma uses a lot of eggs. Wait until you see how many Benny and Eldon eat at breakfast. Zoey unhooked one of the coop doors and exposed two shelves of nests, empty of chickens.
So Erma cooks meals for the ranch hands as well as for your family?
We all eat together. Zoey reached into a nest and began placing eggs in one of her baskets. J.J. picked up a second basket and scooped the eggs out of the higher nests. They collected about twenty eggs, closed the coop and moved to the next. Hens were sitting on the nests in this one. One screeched and flew straight at J.J., pecking her arm.
Ow! She jumped back and dabbed at a trail of blood, trying to keep from dropping her basket.
Zoey unhooked a long-handled whisk broom off the inside wall of the coop and swatted the squawking hens. Shoo. She flapped her arms at birds dive-bombing their legs. We need to hurry and grab the eggs. The hens get braver the longer we stay.