EPILOGUE
Sky came home to a celebration. Bernice had baked one of her spectacular sheet-sized chocolate cakes, and Cecil, who ran the cookhouse, had pit-barbecued a steer. Will had invited all the hands and their families to come by the house, share a Saturday afternoon picnic, and give Sky their good wishes.
After almost two weeks in the hospital, all Sky had really wanted was to get back to training his horses. But the doctors, whose skill had pulled him back from the brink of death, had insisted that he rest. And, truth be told, he was secretly touched by the warmth of the Tylers’ welcome. It was almost like he was family.
Some things had changed in his absence. Spring had deepened into the beginning of a hot, dry summer. Erin’s foal was growing into a strong young colt. Beau and Natalie were engaged and planning a fall wedding. Both of them had been cleared of all charges.
The FBI, who’d taken over the investigation after Axelrod’s arrest, had interviewed Sky in the hospital. Despite the blood loss and pain after the shooting, Sky had been conscious the whole time and had heard everything. He’d been able to corroborate Beau’s and Natalie’s stories down to the last detail.
Ironically, Stella Rawlins had been interrogated and released. Despite some suspicious circumstances, no evidence could be found to link her to any illegal activity. Whatever Axelrod knew about her, he was saving it for a likely plea bargain.
By the end of the afternoon, Sky was worn out. It felt good just to sit on his own porch with Jasper and the dog for company and watch the day fade into twilight. Gazing down toward the paddock, he could see Beau and Natalie walking hand in hand along the fence line. They paused to enjoy a lingering kiss. If ever two people deserved a long, love-filled life together, it was those two, Sky thought. They’d earned their right to happiness. “So how are you really feeling?” Jasper asked.
“Not bad, just tired. I wasn’t expecting a party.”
“I know you weren’t. But the family wanted to let you know how glad they were to have you back. You like to think people don’t notice you much. But you’re appreciated—a helluva lot more than you realize.”
Sky shifted in the chair, feeling the ache in his healing wound. He was still on antibiotics and painkillers and had been cautioned not to ride. Might as well tell him not to breathe.
“I still can’t believe Will and Beau gave me blood,” he said, remembering how Beau had joked afterward about their being blood brothers now.
Jasper’s gaze narrowed. “You’re lucky they had your blood type, since the hospital was almost out of it. AB isn’t all that common.” Reaching behind his back, he drew out the manila envelope Sky had given him for safekeeping. “It’s time, Sky,” he said. “Open it.”
Sky’s hands shook as he slid a finger under the sealed flap. Jasper pretended to look the other way as he drew out a two-page document. His breath caught.
The first page was a deed to one hundred acres of land. Bull Tyler’s signature was at the bottom, notarized by the lawyer who’d read the will. The name at the top, on the line for the new owner of the property, was his own.
The second page was a legal description of the land, with a map showing its location. Sky recognized it at once. It had belonged to a neighboring ranch on the east border of the Rimrock—prime pastureland with a creek, perfect for horses, a few cows, and maybe a modest home. Sky had ridden that way many times and admired it. But never in a lifetime had he dreamed it would be his.
Jasper nudged him. “Didn’t I tell you it wasn’t a Pandora’s box? What have you got to say?”
Sky couldn’t answer. His throat was locked tight, swollen with emotion. What had he done to deserve such a gift? And what would he do with it?
Tactfully, Jasper gave him time. Several minutes of silence passed before the old man spoke, changing the subject.
“Well, with Axelrod out of the way, it looks like Garn Prescott’s going to be up for another term in Congress.”
Sky was relieved that the conversation had shifted.
“Not that I pay much attention to politics, but is Will still trying to make peace with the man?”
“On and off. But you might find this interesting. Prescott’s daughter is with him for the summer. The girl’s an accountant, and a damned good one from what I hear. Beau’s hired her part-time to help him set up a spreadsheet for the ranch.”
Sky managed a chuckle. It hurt a little. “Prescott’s got a daughter? That’s a surprise. Hope she’s better-looking than Garn.”
Jasper’s eyes twinkled. “You can judge for yourself. That’s her car coming up the drive now.”
Sky followed the old man’s gaze. He stifled a groan as he sensed trouble blowing in like a wild summer storm.
The car pulling up to the house was an all-too-familiar sleek black Corvette.