The next morning the sun was shining bright when Cullen walked out of his office at the station. He greeted the day shift, deputies Tory Michaels, Brad Rogers and Sheila Brown.
“If you need me, call. For anything,” he told his second in command, Lieutenant Rogers, then he walked by the dispatcher, Connie Lara, at her workstation.
The midfifties woman truly ran the place, and he appreciated her efficiency. He was sure Ted Carson was resting easy knowing his sister was keeping an eye open.
“Have a good day, Sheriff,” she called.
“You, too, Connie. I’m going home to sleep.” He walked through the glass doors and got into his truck, but instead of heading to the ranch, he drove across Main Street and parked in front of the B&B Café.
“So shoot me, I’m hungry,” he murmured as he got out and went inside the cozy diner. He glanced around the place crowded with customers. It was after eight o’clock. He guessed these people didn’t have to work for a living. There was a lone vacant spot at the counter, and he grabbed it. Bill Cummings walked by with an empty mug, set it on the counter and filled it.
“Thanks, Bill. Are you running a special this morning?” he asked.
The café owner nodded. “You bet. It’s Shelby’s French toast, her eggs Benedict, and her biscuits and gravy.” He reached for a basket. “Here, try one of her apple spice muffins. You don’t even need butter.”
Cullen grabbed one. It was still warm. He took a bite, and his taste buds went crazy.
The sixty-something café owner leaned against the counter. “Bess and I haven’t even started tapping into her other talents.”
“Well, it looks like she’s caused a boom in your business.”
Bill grinned. “Yeah, and I might have to hire another waitress.”
“I’ll have the French toast and a side of bacon with scrambled eggs.”
“Got it, Sheriff.”
Over the next ten minutes he drank his one cup of coffee, then switched to orange juice so he could sleep when he got home. Finally his platter of food arrived just as Shelby walked out of the kitchen with little Ryan in tow.
She was dressed in a white cook’s smock and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, making her blue eyes look even bigger. Her face was clean of makeup with just a little lip gloss on her mouth. Even with his lack of sleep, he felt the jolt of awareness.
She walked around to his side of the counter. The café was clearing out. “Morning, Sheriff.”
“Morning to you, too. Hi, Ryan.”
The boy smiled.
“Join me?” He reached down and lifted Ryan to the vacant stool beside him. The child was carrying his prize picture book.
“Hi, Sheriff Cullen.”
That made Cullen grin. “So, no more monsters?”
The blond-haired boy shook his head. “All gone.”
“Good. I’ll chase them away any time you want. Okay?”
The boy nodded. “Okay.”
Shelby sat beside her nephew. “So how was your breakfast?”
“You know how it was. Delicious. Another secret recipe?”
She nodded. “My grandmother’s. She taught me more than any culinary school.”
He watched the sadness play over her pretty features. He wanted to reach out and comfort her.
“I bet she’d be proud that you learned your craft so well.”
Shelby looked at him. “I hope so. She was the best part of my childhood. She took me in when no one...” Shelby stopped and glanced at the busy kitchen. “I need to get back to work.”
She started to help Ryan down, but the boy resisted. “Want to stay with the sheriff.”
Shelby opened her mouth, but Cullen stepped in. “He can sit here awhile until I finish.”
She didn’t look too certain. “Trust me, Shelby.”
She nodded then walked back to the kitchen, leaving him wondering what in her life caused her to be so distrusting. He took a sip of coffee. That was something he hoped he could change.
* * *
LATER THAT AFTERNOON, Cullen finally got up from bed, showered and dressed to go downstairs. He looked at the living room. Sheets still covered the furniture, except for the sofa, where he could sit and watch television. Maybe it was time he got his things from storage. He combed his fingers through his short hair, thinking he needed coffee before he made any decisions about his future. He turned and walked through the dining room to the kitchen.
Once the coffee had been made and he took his first sip, he began to slowly feel human again. That was when he heard the sound of an approaching vehicle. He looked out the window to see Trent’s truck pulling a trailer and parking beside the barn.
“What the hell?”
He put down his mug and headed outside just as his stepbrother climbed out of the cab. “Good afternoon, Sheriff.”
Cullen nodded. “That depends on what’s inside the trailer.”
Trent put on a big smile. “Just a couple of old guys who need a place to retire. Well, one is a lady.” He walked to the back of the trailer, unpinned the gate and lowered it. Inside there were two horses.
“Whoa. Are they staying here?”
Trent paused and slipped his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, if you don’t have a problem. I don’t have any extra stalls at my place, and since this barn is empty, I thought I could board them here.”
Before Cullen could even figure out what was going on, Trent was slowly backing a golden-brown bay gelding down the ramp. At one time the horse must have been a beauty, and the good bloodlines showed in the equine.
Trent held on to the lead rope. “This is Dakota Dancer.” He gave the reins to Cullen and went to get the other horse, a little black mare, with white stocks and a star blaze on her forehead. “This is Sassy Girl.”
“So how long are they going to be staying here?”
“Not sure.” They walked toward the corral, opened the gate and released the horses.
“I know. I know. They’re older horses, but they’re still perfectly healthy. I mean, I wouldn’t suggest you take them on a hard ride, but I can’t allow them to be put down.”
Cullen didn’t like that idea, either. “So you’re opening a horse rescue here?”
Trent’s eyes lit up. “Hey, not a bad idea.”
Cullen didn’t like where this was heading. “And who’s going to be feeding these two and mucking out their stalls? From what I remember from childhood, when you feed animals, something comes out the other end that needs to be cleaned up.”
Trent laughed. “Well, I thought you could handle the feedings. Maybe I can hire a high school kid to keep the barn and stalls clean, or I can send one of my hands over.”
Cullen stood on the bottom railing and watched the two horses run around the corral. Although he couldn’t see any evidence, he had to ask, “Have these two been abused?”
Trent shook his head. “Not beaten, but likely neglected. Okay, they were abandoned and left on their own.”