Part 23 (1/2)

Agatha paled. Her breathing pace increased slightly even as her mouth tightened. She made a snorting kind of sound from her nose.

”I knew it! I knew MacKenzie had papers somewhere. d.a.m.n his soul to h.e.l.l. Now Charles has them.” Her voice rose in anger and she stomped the cane hard upon the floor. ”I want them. Do you understand, you blithering fool? If we don't get MacKenzie's papers we're ruined.”

”I don't believe those papers exist. Even if they do, they are not as incriminating as you believe,” Strauss countered. He kept his voice calm, enjoying this peek at Agatha's violent temper. ”Else why would he call me and enlist my help?”

Agatha stilled. ”Your help?”

”Precisely. He wants me to do homework for him. It's all guesswork on his part. He doesn't know names. I'm to keep his call a secret, you see. Charles suspects you...and Sidney.”

Agatha leaned back in her chair and smiled broadly, revealing a line of small, even teeth under a thin upper lip.

”Sidney, you say? How perfectly marvelous.”

”Quite so.”

Agatha allowed herself a moment of humor, then felt very tired. She rose to her feet. Henry immediately followed suit and accompanied her to the door.

”Thank you, Henry, for this most important information. You were quite right to see me immediately. You will have the information I need on my desk first thing?”

At the door her hand lifted in a discreet signal. Peacham suddenly appeared with Henry's coat and hat.

”I truly doubt your search will turn up these mysterious papers, you know,” Strauss said.

”We must know for certain what we are dealing with, don't you agree? Of course you do.” Agatha turned toward the wide circular staircase. Her gaze swept up the walls of the staircase, lined with portraits of the ill.u.s.trious Blair family.

”Charles suspects Sidney? Perfect.”

Turning her head to Strauss, she added, ”Calm, Henry. We must remain calm. The house of Blair is soon to take a fall.”

21.

”STAND BACK, LADIES, here he comes!” called Seth from the barn entry. Nora and Esther turned their heads, but it soon became obvious Seth wasn't calling to them. At his side stood a magnificent ram, all bulging muscles, flaring nostrils, and the largest t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es Nora had ever seen.

Seth strode as proud as the ram into the barn. Close behind sauntered Frank and Junior, jabbing each other's ribs and pointing to the suddenly alert ewes. Lastly, C.W. entered the barn. His hair curled askew and his muscled arms, still tan under rolled up sleeves, carried a large load of equipment. Nora couldn't help comparing him to the great ram.

”What are you gonna call him?” asked Seth, bringing the ram around to Nora.

Caught off guard, Nora mustered her thoughts and perused her new prize ram. She imagined all the fine lambs he would sire; rams with great b.a.l.l.s of fire and ewes that gave birth to twins and triplets. Fat and healthy, every one of them.

”Studly,” she declared in a clear voice.

C.W. broke into a wide grin and offered her a nod of approval.

”Yeh-up. Suits him,” declared Seth. ”Well, Studly. Go live up to your name.”

With a wide swing of the gate and a formal bow, he escorted the ram into a large pen where several ewes waited with ears p.r.i.c.ked and eyes flas.h.i.+ng.

The ram rushed into the pen with sureness and majesty. As he surveyed his harem, he jutted his jaw forward, lifted his nostrils high into the air, and curled his lip far back, revealing his lower teeth.

”He's a magnificent beast,” C.W. said as he walked up beside Nora.

”He should be,” she remarked in her best business tone. ”He cost a fortune.”

”A wise investment,” C.W. countered. ”The best ram you can find will be the cheapest in the end. This ram will sire above-average lambs, who will, in time, become more than half the flock.”

He leaned over the fence, resting his boot on the railing. Nora looked straight ahead but could feel his gaze on her. Lowering his head close to her ear, he said softly, ”You know, Nora. One must be cautious when choosing the right ram. And when found, be decisive.”

Nora continued staring at the ram, trying to ignore the comment so laden with innuendo.

Seth, Frank, and Junior gathered around the pen in unaccustomed silence, watching the ritualistic performance of the ram. Breeding happened each spring and fall, yet there was always a fascination with the raw beauty of nature. Perhaps even with the dawning of next year's lamb crop.

”You get what you pay for,” commented C.W.

As the ram confidently approached a ewe, Nora's mouth went dry and her body moist. She ventured a bored look but she felt sure she wore the same rapt expression as the others. In time, she no longer was aware of anyone's presence save C.W.'s. His arm edged over along the fence, just enough to lightly graze her own. His thigh rested beside hers.

So close, she smelled the pungent sweat on his skin. The soft hairs on his arm tickled her own as she leaned closer to him, millimeter by millimeter. From under her lashes, she saw the rapid rise and fall of his chest. There was a chemical exchange between them. Undefined, but very real, very there. With each violent thrust of the ram, her gut tightened and her throat constricted.

Several ewes now had a blue smudge on their rumps.

”What are those?” she asked, her voice a dry whisper.

”Crayon marks,” answered C.W., his voice husky. ”See that harness Studly is wearing? It's a marking harness. Each ram has a different color, and it identifies who mounted the ewe. For records.”

”Sounds efficient,” she replied, relieved to be discussing the operation.

”How about you,” Frank called out to C.W. ”When're you gonna get off this farm and service the ladies?”

Junior leaned over and whispered in C.W.'s ear loud enough for all to hear. ”Maybe you don't need to leave the farm after all.”

Nora died on the spot. Through lowered lashes, she noticed a red flush creeping up C.W.'s ears.

He calmly shook his head, appearing mildly amused by the boys' antics. To his credit, despite the snickering around him and the color on his neck, his voice a.s.sumed a deep, resolute quality when he answered.

”This is one stud who will choose but one mate for life.” He raised his eyes to Nora, a direct message sent in a direct line. And a warning to all witnesses.

Nora tried to look away but instead found Seth's keen eyes upon them, never missing a thing. Her blush deepened.

In a rush she turned away, but C.W. straightened and brought his boot down from the rail with a thud. Reaching out, he grabbed her elbow. Nora jerked his hand away, but he stubbornly refused to yield. As he led her to a private corner of the barn she shot him a fiery gaze, but he ignored it and only tightened his grip till she thought her bone would snap.

The heat in the barn was oppressive, and it exacerbated the heat of the moment. As C.W. swung her around to face him, Nora's long braid slapped her face. Her back was against the wall and she felt the dry wood scratch through her denim. Clenching her teeth, she yanked her arm free, but before she could skirt away, he arched over her, leaning both arms against the barn wall and covering her like a tent. In defiance, she tightened both arms around her chest.

”I'm not one to mince words,” he said. His blue eyes flashed and demanded her total attention.

”Don't say them,” she pleaded with closed eyes. The afternoon had been too tense, nerves were too frayed. At times like this, secrets could be exposed.

His sigh rumbled in his chest. ”Nora, Nora, Nora. Don't deny what's between us. Closing your eyes to it won't make it go away.”