“What’s that?”
“It’s all over for Jim and Charlene Fox—’cept for the fightin’.”
Tell frowned. “Why would that interest me?”
“You dated Charlene, right?”
Dated. More like he banged her a couple times and then she married someone else. “Yeah. Like six years ago. Why?”
“She remembers your time together fondly. Hell, I think she remembers every man fondly, which is probably why her marriage is on the skids.” Dalton smirked. “But she told me—in confidence—that when it gets down to the wire with Jim, she wants to sell off everything and move to Austin to live with her sister.”
“When did Char spill her guts to you, D?”
“She stopped by here yesterday when me’n Landon were outside. Something about a cute kid makes a woman go all soft and talkative. Anyway, if we play our cards right, we could get first crack at it.”
That caught his interest. “First crack at everything?”
“Yep.” Dalton’s face turned into pure business. “The land is already divided into two parcels. That larger section wouldn’t be a bad investment. Especially if you were serious about starting a feedlot in a few years.”
“I am serious. But given land prices, there’s no way we can afford it. Even if she gives us a friends and former lovers discount, even with what we’ve got saved up.“
“There’s no way we can afford to pass up this opportunity, even if it takes us a few years to get the feedlot up and running. This time we wouldn’t have to rely on someone else to run interference for us. We could handle the details ourselves and no one would know until after the fact.”
They both had a bad taste after a land deal had fallen through a year and a half ago. “I don’t know. I’d hate to get my hopes up again. We’ve been talkin’ in abstracts. What if I’m wrong and a feedlot isn’t viable?”
“You’re not wrong. You’re the smartest person I know, T, and if anyone can make it profitable, you can show us how. You’ve done more than talk in abstracts. You’ve already studied up on the regulations.”
His brother’s faith in him was humbling.
“And wouldn’t it be sweet to stick it to Little Miss Know-It-All-Ecologically-Sustained-Agriculture after what she done to us?”
He spit out his beer at hearing Dalton refer to sweet Rory Wetzler in such a way. “Hey, you’re the one who got drunk with Rory and spilled the beans about us wantin’ to buy her mom’s land so we could turn it into a gigantic feedlot.”
Dalton sighed. “Yeah, that wasn’t smart of me, especially since we managed to keep that part of our plan even from our cousin Ben.”
“You should’ve expected Rory would blab to her mom right away, which is how Rielle ended up selling to Gavin so fast. Both Rielle and Rory have that hippie attitude and don’t want any changes to the land.”
“Well, they’re getting their wish since Gavin hasn’t done shit with it.”
They chewed on that in silence.
“You be all right doin’ chores Sunday morning alone?” Dalton asked. “There’s a poker tournament in Deadwood. The pot is twenty grand.”
“Go for it. Get drunk, get laid and win the pot. I’ll need payback next weekend.”
“Where’s the rodeo?”
“Buffalo. Friday and Saturday night.”
“Deal.” Dalton stood. “Night, John-Boy.”
“Night, Mary Ellen.” Tell snagged the afghan off the back of the couch and let sleep overtake him.
The next afternoon after Tell got Landon cleaned up and fed, they headed to town. It was one of those perfect Wyoming days—the sun shining above an enormous, cloudless blue sky. Just enough bite of cold in the air to remind him winter had ended but summer wasn’t here yet.
Landon exuded energy and ran from the swing set to the jungle gym to the sandpit and every place in between before he decided to shinny up the monkey bars.
Tell chased the boy, ran when Landon chased him, and let himself be caught and tickled. Finally Landon settled into the sandpit to dig—an activity that’d keep him occupied for more than five minutes.
Tell rested in the grass, letting the sun warm his face. It’d been a cold, snowy and gloomy winter. Seemed the sun hadn’t shone at all, so he basked in the warm glow like a fat barn cat when he had a chance.
Not long after he hit that perfect relaxation point, a shadow fell across him. He inhaled a slow breath, expecting to open his eyes and see his father looming over him.
But Georgia Hotchkiss’s beautiful face swam into view.
He grinned at her. “Well, it’s my lucky week if I’ve seen you twice in as many days, sweetness.”
“It is you. I wasn’t sure.”
“What threw you off?”
Her gaze moved along his body from his Merrell hiking boots up to his face. “Might’ve been that ball cap you’re wearing instead of a cowboy hat.”
Just then Landon skidded to a stop, spraying Tell’s legs with sand. “Watch me!” The boy jumped over Tell and sped around the perimeter of the sandpit, making racecar noises.
“Pity the kid doesn’t have any energy to burn off,” Tell said dryly.
“How old is he?” Georgia asked.
“Four.”
“What’s his name?”
“Landon.”
“Great name. Your son looks a lot like you.”
Tell pushed to his feet. “Whoa. That’s not my kid. That’s my brother Luke’s kid.”
“Oh. Sorry. I just assumed…” She cleared her throat. “So are you babysitting for Luke or something?”
“Or something.”
Georgia gave him a strange look. “Sounds cryptic.”
“You probably haven’t heard the story since you’ve been gone. Luke died a few years ago. Before he died, he’d stepped out on his wife and knocked up this chick he met in a bar. She didn’t come forward until Landon was sixteen months old. So, as weird as it is, we’ve got an informal custody agreement with Landon’s mom, Samantha.”
Horror widened Georgia’s eyes. “Oh my God, Tell. I had no idea that Luke had died… I’m so sorry.”
“Thanks.” He kicked a clump of sand. “I’m sorry about RJ. Losing a brother sucks ass.”
“Yes, it does. I would’ve loved to have a surprise nephew or niece show up in my life.” She scowled. “But that’s an impossibility since my dead brother’s girlfriend is now married to my ex-husband.”