Part 25 (1/2)
He looked at Logan and took a deep breath. ”But it was my fault. If we hadn't been fighting about moving back here... If I hadn't”
”If a rock star's boyfriend hadn't dumped her at a bar in Las Vegas during the National Finals Rodeo, a rodeo cowboy from Central Texas wouldn't've met her and neither one of us would be having this conversation,” Logan said, referring to their parents' first meeting. Zack glared at his brother, who went on, ”My point is we can't control Fate and we sure as h.e.l.l can't control the actions of others. You didn't kill Lisa, Zack. A drunk driver did. Don't you dare say you're the reason she was out there, either. Bulls.h.i.+t. She's the one that left, and she's the one who got behind the wheel of a car. So unless you held a gun to her head, you are not responsible.”
Zack stared at him for a moment, then lifted the Coors to his mouth. Before drinking the entire bottle, he muttered, ”s.h.i.+t happens.”
”Yep.” Logan stood, walked around the coffee table, and patted him on the shoulder with his left hand. ”Now, go and tell that woman you forgive her and you love her, and don't you ever believe a thing Jake Parker says again.”
As Logan headed toward the kitchen, Zack said, ”I can't leave now. Mandy's here.”
Logan turned at the doorway and arched an eyebrow. ”Uncle Logan isn't qualified to babysit? I'll camp out in one of the spare bedrooms. This d.a.m.ned monster of a house has six of 'em.” Logan looked around the living room. ”I'm d.a.m.ned glad I didn't inherit this place.”
Zack smiled. ”Why's that?”
”Because then I'm not the one who has to fill all those bedrooms with little Cartwright brats. I'm never getting married.”
”Yeah, right.” Zack laughed and stood. ”You've always been a hopeless romantic. I'll bet within a year some Nashville starlet snags your heart.” Sobering, he stepped forward and put his hands on Logan's shoulders. ”You know why Tracy did what she did, don't you?”
”Yeah, I do. But it's not my place to explain it to you. Just like it isn't my place to explain to her your reasons for holding her at a distance. Y'all need to talk this through, and then you can move forward. You and Tracy Quinn belong together. Now, get. I'll see you in the morning.” He tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace. His jaw was swollen, so was his eye. ”Or whenever. Right now, I'm gonna get a gla.s.s of sweet tea, take a half-bottle of aspirin, and get ice on my hand and face.”
Zack pulled his brother into a hug. ”You're a bonehead most of the time, but I don't know what I'd do without you.”
Logan stepped back and grunted. ”Love you, too, knucklehead.” He pointed to the mudroom door as he went into the kitchen. ”Will you go, already? Oh, wait.” He pulled something from the pocket of his jeans. ”I stopped by my cabin before coming over here.”
When Zack noticed what Logan was holding out for him, he gasped.
”You might need this someday.”
Zack stared at the three-carat diamond platinum engagement ring. He'd bought it with the money from his rodeo wins and some of his trust fund from his grandfather. He met Logan's gaze. ”I told you to sell it and to keep the money.”
Logan shrugged as put the ring in Zack's hand. ”I decided not to. I've been the keeper of this thing for fourteen years. I think it's high time the danged thing should go to its rightful owner, don't you?”
Chapter 17.
”What are you doin' here?” Jake asked as he looked up at his brother entering his trailer.
”Whoa! What happened to you?” Brent asked instead of answering the question.
Jake tossed the damp washcloth he'd used to wipe the blood off his face onto the counter separating the kitchen and living room. ”Logan Cartwright. Now, answer my question.”
As Jake pulled a beer from the fridge, Brent shuffled his feet. ”I got a call from Johnny.”
Jake straightened and faced his brother and scowled, which hurt like h.e.l.l. He didn't want to deal with this c.r.a.p now. ”Why would he call you?”
”Because he got a call from the owner of the slaughterhouse in Breckenridge. Jake, he called to warn us. The TSCRA raided the place today. They confiscated all their records, and the owner is talking to save his a.s.s.” His voice rose in pitch and became more breathy as he spoke. ”He's told the cops about buying stolen cattle from us, and their faking the brands and paperwork for the inspectors. They're gonna figure out we've been stealing the cattle 'round here!”
Jake set the unopened beer on the dirty-dish-cluttered counter. ”The law can't know for sure.” His tone didn't sound any more convincing than he felt. Cartwright and McPherson already suspected him of the crime. And he knew the b.i.t.c.h in Waco would change her story about him being with her last Friday night when Cartwright's horses were stolen if cornered by the Texas Rangers. She'd already warned Jake his money wasn't enough to keep her quiet if the cops threatened jail time.
”What are we gonna do, Jake? I don't wanna go to jail.”
With a sharp glance at his brother, he rushed past him. ”Well, I for one am not stickin' around waitin'.”
”Jake? Where you goin'? Why are you limping?”
Jake ignored the a.s.shole and headed for the bedroom, cursing not only the situation, but also the sharp pain in his knee. Logan's kick had probably undid the repaired ligaments. He threw a couple changes of clothes into a duffle bag, then went into Bobby's room. He grabbed clothes for him and stuffed them into the bag, too.
”Why are you taking Bobby's stuff?”
He turned to Brent standing at the door. ”Because we're headed to Mexico, and I'm taking my boy with me. Now, get the h.e.l.l out of my way.”
”I don't think that's a good idea.” Brent moved toward him. ”That's kidnapping on top of everything else.”
Jake grabbed Brent by the s.h.i.+rtfront. ”He's my boy! I'll be d.a.m.ned if I'll leave him here for f.u.c.kin' Cartwright and the b.i.t.c.h to turn against me.”
He let go of Brent's s.h.i.+rt and headed for the gun safe in the corner of the living room. After undoing the lock, he grabbed the Colt .45 he'd inherited from his father, a hunting rifle and enough ammunition to shoot his way out of anything.
After tossing the Remington .300 and a box of ammo to Brent, he loaded the pistol. Brent s.h.i.+fted the rifle in his beefy hands. ”Jake, that's plumb crazy. Let's just get out of here. We'll go down to Monterrey where Granny Blackwell's cousins live. Aunt Colleen, Johnny, and his boy have already skipped town and headed there. Johnny wanted me to go with them, but I had to warn you. I was with them when the call came in from Breckenridge.”
Jake jammed the pistol into his belt under his s.h.i.+rt behind him. ”Bobby's with Mary Estrada. Tracy and Cartwright were at the Longhorn”
Brent whistled between his teeth. ”I thought she was screwin' Zack. So, she's really seein' Logan.”
”No.”
”But you said Logan beat you up.”
”I wasn't beat up by that a.s.shole or anyone else. She was there with Zack. Logan was singin', and I decided to have some fun with the happy couple. It worked. Zack left her there, but Logan decided to play hero.” He grabbed the duffle bag off the couch. ”Let's get the h.e.l.l out of here. I'll drive. So give me the G.o.dd.a.m.n keys.”
Outside, Brent climbed into the pa.s.senger side of his truck and handed over the keys. ”Why don't we take your truck?”
”You sure as h.e.l.l ask a lot of questions. What are you, two years old?” Jake started the engine, but before he put it in gear, he glanced at the garage door of his service shop. ”Wait here. I have an idea.”
Jake punched the code into the opener and ducked in before the big door crawled the whole way upward. He removed the license plates from the old Ford Ranger pickup sitting in the bay and waiting on the part that was supposed to be in on Monday. Once he returned to Brent's new truck, Jake switched the plates and then quickly put the Silverado's tags on the Ranger.
While Jake climbed behind the wheel again, Brent said, ”Wow. That's sure to confuse the law.”
”Let's hope long enough for us to get to the border.”
With his mind filled with questions and doubts, Zack neared the entrance to Oak Springs Ranch. He had no idea what he was going to say to Tracy when he got there, but he hoped she'd let him say something before she slammed the door in his face.
When his cell phone rang, he let it go to voicemail. Immediately, it rang again, and he knew it had to be someone at the station. He pulled it out and answered it.
Dawn didn't bother with a greeting or a smart remark about him not answering the first time. ”We need you here ASAP. Jake and Brent Parker, Colleen Stryker, Johnny and Matthew Blackwell have been implicated by a sting operation at a slaughterhouse in Breckenridge.”
He stopped at the end of Tracy's driveway. The house couldn't be seen from here; it sat back another half-mile. He imagined her lying in bed, crying and thinking of him as the biggest jerk in the world.