Chapter 1Chapter 1 IN RIVER BEND''S BIG PASTURE, the horses waited for rain. Cottonwood branches danced overhead, but instead of rustling, the dry leaves clacked. The horses stood with heads up and nostrils wide, searching for a trace of moisture on the breeze. Across the dirt driveway, near the house, Sam did the same. She stood in the vegetable garden, where she was supposed to be turning over dirt to mix parched cornstalks and empty vines with the earth. Instead, she leaned on her shovel and wished she''d brought a water bottle outside with her. Two sparrows dove for a worm her digging had uncovered. The birds cheeped and quarreled, then flew off in a flurry of feathers, leaving the lucky worm untouched.
Sam looked skyward. The sun was sealed down by a lid of gray clouds. Irritated whinnies and the thud of hooves came from the big pasture. Banjo, Dad''s roping horse, bolted across the sparse grass. Teeth bared, Strawberry sprinted after him. Except for a few hammering rainstorms that ran off the drought-hardened land, it hadn''t rained since spring. Now it was October. Every creature was edgy with waiting.
More hooves thudded inside the round pen, but these made a soothing sound, just like the voice that directed them. "Other way," Jake said. "Good horse." Friday after school, Jake had mounted Teddy Bear for the first time. Now it was Saturday morning, and the colt was already responding to the bit and reins. The morning quiet didn''t last for long. Blaze burst barking from the barn, and Sam noticed a plume of dust approaching the ranch. The roar of an overtaxed engine told her who was driving even before the beige Cadillac crossed the bridge too fast and skidded into the ranch yard.
Sam dropped the shovel. For their neighbor Linc Slocum, everything was a crisis. Still, it was always possible it was a real emergency. The Cadillac''s horn blared, even though Gram had already appeared, wiping her hands on her apron. Dallas, the ranch foreman, had emerged from the shady barn, blinking against the sunlight. Jake slipped out of the round corral and beat everyone to Slocum''s side. "Rachel''s missing," Linc said as Sam got close enough to hear. Gram patted Linc''s arm as the man removed his oversized cowboy hat and sighed.
"I don''t know what to think," he explained. "I''d just got back from riding with Jed." Linc scanned faces, making sure they recognized the name of Jed Kenworthy, his foreman. "But he stayed out with the other hands and I came back. Otherwise I sure would''ve got him helping me." "How long has she been gone?" Gram asked. "Hard to say. Let''s see.
" Linc squinted as he tried to recall. "When I got back home, Rachel was lazing around her suite, and then I had a snack and after that I sorta dozed off." He shook his head. "I''d say at least a coupla hours." Sam''s eyes slid toward Jake. Jake was only sixteen, but he spotted trouble better than anyone Sam knew. And he didn''t look worried. In fact, when he crossed his arms over his belt buckle, he seemed to be telling Linc to get to the point.
"Thing is," Slocum said, sounding as if he were about to make a confession, "she was perturbed about something. In fact, she''s been sort of put out--say, how long has it been since I had the rodeo stock contractor over to the house?" Slocum mused a minute. "All week. Yessir." Linc sounded amazed. "She''s been perturbed all week long." For an instant, Sam wondered how he could tell perturbation from Rachel''s usual attitude, but then she understood his amazement. How could Rachel be dissatisfied for a full week? She wore the finest clothes and makeup.
A driver took her to school in a baby-blue Mercedes-Benz, and her bedroom suite included a hot tub and state-of-the-art entertainment systems. Rachel was her father''s princess, and she pretty much ruled Darton High School as well. Her face, hair, and figure might have been composed by a computer designing the perfect girl. Too bad no one had pushed the button marked PERSONALITY, Sam thought. "Could the stock contractor have said something to upset her?" Gram asked. "No, no way." Linc actually blushed. "We were cutting a deal for my Brahmas, that''s all.
" Did Linc redden because the stock contractor had rejected his bulls? City-bred Slocum really didn''t know what he was doing when it came to animals, Sam thought. He just liked playing cowboy. "Where do you think she''s got off to?" Dallas asked. He sounded more sympathetic than Sam felt. "Did she take a car?" Jake added. Though Rachel didn''t have a driver''s license, she wouldn''t let such a formality stop her. "No, she didn''t, and no one came to pick her up or I would''ve heard tires." Linc wedged a thumb into the tooled leather belt that strained around his middle.
"But my horse is missing too." "Why would she take Champ? Rachel hates horses," Sam blurted. "Well, now--" Slocum frowned. "She does," Sam insisted. "She says they''re dumb and dirty, and she can''t understand why anyone likes them." Gram made a cautioning sound, but Sam knew she was right. "I don''t mean to be rude, Mr. Slocum, but she told me all that herself.
" "My ex-wife made the twins ride for three hours every day when they were little," Slocum said. "Ryan took to it and Rachel didn''t. Maybe that''s why he''s in England. Now that his mom''s married that baron, or whatever he is, they have stables packed with horses." Slocum sounded wistful. For about two seconds, Sam felt sorry for him. Then she remembered the spade bit he used on Champ, his gentle-natured palomino. In the hands of an excellent rider, the bit could work.
Hauled on by an angry girl who didn''t like horses, that bit could do terrible damage to Champ''s tender mouth. "Let''s go find her," Sam said. "I''ll be glad to pay--" Slocum began. "Land sakes, Linc, will you hush?" Gram snapped. One of her hands darted out as if she wanted to give Slocum a pinch. Instead, she shook her finger at him. "We''ll help because we''re neighbors, not because you have money." Gram took Western neighborliness seriously.
Her tirade made Linc look sheepish. "Wyatt''s checking the herd with Ross and Pepper," Gram said, "but the rest of us will saddle up. I don''t imagine she''s gone far. Have you called over to the Elys''?" Gram gestured toward the Three Ponies Ranch, Jake''s home. "No," Linc said. "I think Rachel would be embarrassed. Mainly I came for Jake." Jake shrugged modestly.
Sam wished she had a skill she could be humble about. Jake was a first-rate tracker. Local ranchers, the Bureau of Land Management, and even the sheriff''s department knew it. "Sure," Jake said. His eyes darted skyward at a rumble of far-off thunder. "I''d want to start at your ranch, though." "You do that," Gram said. "And, Linc, we''ll go up the ridge trail, since it runs behind your place, ours, and Three Ponies.
" Gram removed her apron and started for the barn and her mare, Sweetheart. "Hop in, Jake." Slocum gestured toward the Cadillac, but Jake glanced at the round corral, where Teddy Bear stood saddled and curious. "I''ll take care of the colt," Dallas said. "You go on." Sam bit her lip. Jake had teased her forever, calling her a tagalong brat, but she couldn''t help it. "I''d really like to watch you track," she said.
Jake didn''t reply. Did he suspect she also wanted to see Rachel uncomfortable? Sam stared hard at the back of Jake''s head as he unstrapped the short, fringed chaps called chinks and slung them over the top rail of the corral. Finally, her brain waves must have penetrated his thick skull. "You might as well come." He didn''t even look her way. "Rachel might not be so embarrassed with you there." He was right, Sam thought as she climbed into the Cadillac''s back seat. She brought out Rachel''s natural snobbishness.
Rachel couldn''t believe there were people who actually liked "the little cowgirl," as she called Sam. Sam tightened her seat belt, as Linc Slocum drove fast and recklessly. If he was so worried, why hadn''t he gone looking for Rachel himself? Jake grabbed an armrest as Slocum swerved around a turn. Sam hoped Linc wouldn''t hit anything. She''d hate to miss a chance to see Rachel in trouble. After the mean things Rachel had said and done, it would be sort of satisfying to see her squirm. But that wasn''t going to happen. Rachel wouldn''t be punished for causing Linc to worry, and Sam knew why.
When they found Rachel, she wouldn''t be sunburned or dusty. Every hair would be in place, and she''d blame someone else for her troubles. When they reached Slocum''s Gold Dust Ranch, he surprised them by saying he wouldn''t come along. "I''ll stay by the phone," he said. "You just take any horses you want. The tack shed''s over there." Any other time, Sam would have rejoiced. The Gold Dust Ranch was home to dozens of expensive and beautiful horses.
But Jake was in a hurry. He flashed her a look that said she''d better not knock on the door to the foreman''s house and tell her best friend, Jen Kenworthy, what was happening. Sam and Jake took the mounts easiest to catch, then rode past Linc Slocum''s pillared mansion and up the ridge trail. The mare Sam rode was a sturdy paint with a scar on one knee. Jake''s horse.