“Where are the security cameras?” he asked as he stopped to watch Derek lift his nephew over the fence and to the ground.
“In the back of my truck,” Ruby answered. “Derek, could you get a saddle for the buckskin?”
Derek let a shoulder rise and fall. “Sure. Brandon, let me lift you back over the fence.”
Brandon shook his head. “I can do it.”
Sure enough he climbed the fence, dropping to the ground next to his uncle. His very solemn uncle, who watched him as if he was some type of alien creature. She guessed to Carson the child was foreign and strange.
He was a child. Carson had probably never been a child. Even as a teenager he’d been older than his years. She imagined as a boy he’d been just as serious.
“Which saddle?” Derek asked as he headed to the barn.
“I only have three. Grab the one you think will work best.”
“What are you doing?” Carson asked.
“Giving your nephew a free riding lesson. And then you can tell everyone what a great time he had.”
“Can I?” he asked.
“Please,” she added. And he smiled, shifting the seriousness from his features, relaxing just enough to make him look younger, less controlled. More like himself.
“It would be a decent thing to do,” Derek added.
“Yes, it would,” Carson agreed. His careful gaze lingered on the six horses in varied sizes from pony to small horse.
After a cautious look at the two of them, Derek walked away, taking his new friend with him. Ruby was left to deal with Carson and leftover emotions that should have been put to rest years ago.
It wouldn’t help to look at him, to look into brown eyes that were at once serious and warm. It wouldn’t help to think about how it had felt to stand this close to him at seventeen, thinking they would always be together.
What helped was thinking about how it felt to leave thinking he might come after her, that he might still want her once he realized how much she’d given up for him.
He hadn’t come looking for her. She’d done her best to forget.
“Do you have a ladder?” Carson shifted his attention away from the horses, away from watching Derek Donovan as he saddled a small buckskin pony.
Ruby started at the question, her eyes widening. She shook her head and then it must have dawned on her what he’d asked.
“Of course.”
“You give Brandon the riding lesson and I’ll install your security cameras. I’ll wire them in here with the light. Send Derek over to help me.”
She chewed on her bottom lip, studying him, thinking, he was sure, about the past. He didn’t have time for the past.
“I’m trying to help you out.”
“I get that,” she answered, still looking unsure. “I know you want to help. I also know you’re here to question my brother. So it doesn’t make sense to wire cameras if you all think he’s the thief. We don’t have much to steal, and he isn’t going to steal from his own family.”
“I just think he ought to be ready to tell people where he was last night.”
Her eyes narrowed and she exhaled. Her cheeks flushed pink, and her eyes glittered with anger and unshed tears. “And sometimes I think you’re about to be nice. But then you’re not. If you must know, we took Gran to the ER.”
“I’m sorry.” And he meant it. Man, he really meant it. He was sorry he’d asked the question. He was sorry Iva was sick. He was sorry that this woman had taken his dad’s money over what he thought they’d shared.
But maybe at nineteen he hadn’t really understood what they’d shared. He’d been a kid. She’d been a kid. Maybe his dad had been right; they were rushing into things too young.
“Is Iva okay?” he asked, going for the topic that made sense.
“She’s good. They changed her medication and she got a little light-headed.”
“I see. You know,” he started to offer help, but pulled back the reins on emotions that could get the best of him. “If Derek wants to help, I can show him how to do this, and next time he can take care of it.”
She nodded, but she didn’t look like someone about to accept his offer. She’d told him years ago it was easier to do it herself than to count on someone and be let down. She’d been young, determined to take care of her family, determined to do something with her life.
Her determination had been everything to him. Because she’d been determined to make him laugh, to make him forget expectations that everyone had for him.
When she nodded, accepting his offer, it took him by surprise.
“The ladder is in the storage room in the barn. I’ll get the cameras for you.” She started to walk away. He stopped her by reaching for her arm and holding her in one place for that brief moment.
“We’re neighbors. You know to call if you need anything.”
She pulled free. “Yes, of course.”
With that she walked away. He watched her go through the gate, joining Derek and Brandon. The wind blew her hair and she brushed it back. He saw her smile at Brandon, say something that had the kid grinning big. She ruffled his hair and they both laughed.
Derek left her side and headed toward the barn. Carson walked through the open door. Inside the dim interior he found the ladder, found tools that he’d need, and then Derek was there, watching.
“She’s a good person, you know.” Derek stood tall, shoulders back. He’d grown since those days when Carson and Ruby had dated. He’d been about seven or so, and he’d wanted to tag along, sharing information about bugs he’d seen and cool cartoons he’d watched.
“I know she is,” Carson admitted. “Want to help me out?”
“Sure, I’ll help you out. And I’ll give you advice. The first time you hurt her, I was a kid. I’m not a kid anymore.”
“I get that.” Carson carried the ladder past Derek. He got what the other man was saying, but he would like to know how her walking out on him had become his fault.
He didn’t plan on having that conversation with her brother. Instead, he set the ladder up against the side of the barn.
“Want to give me a hand?” he asked as he climbed the ladder.
Derek flashed a big grin and pushed back his hat. “Sure. You climb on up and I’ll push the ladder over.”
“That isn’t exactly what I meant. Hand me the first camera and wire nuts. I’m going to...”
Derek started to do just that but both of their gazes landed on the car coming up the drive.
“Great. That’s just what we need, more law.” Derek looked up at him. “Did you do this?”
“No, Derek, I didn’t do this. But you have an alibi, so relax.”
Derek shook his head. “From the guy who wants me back behind bars.”
“I didn’t say that.” Carson came down from the ladder and stood next to him as the sheriff pulled up in her patrol car. “There’s no evidence you’ve stolen anything.”
“No, there isn’t. That’s because I haven’t. I got in trouble a couple of years ago and I learned my lesson.”
“I’m