“A man has his pride, especially a man like Smith, but my guess is Richard had something to do with it.” It was the first time he’d suggested this to anyone, and he was curious to see how Caroline would react. He half expected her to jump all over him and insist he quit trying to blame Richard for everything, including the national debt. She said nothing for several moments.

“I wouldn’t put it past him,” she murmured at last.

Grady was so damn grateful that she agreed with him it was all he could do not to hug her right then and there. If Denise was going to spread rumors about him and Caroline, that would give her something to talk about.

“Did you ask Laredo if Richard said anything to him?”

“No,” he told her reluctantly.

“Why the hell not?”

“Well, because...I was trying to get him to stay.” Grady didn’t know what Caroline had thought he could do. It wasn’t like he could hog-tie the wrangler until he agreed to marry his sister. Grady hadn’t intended to tell Caroline this, but suddenly he wanted her to know. “I offered Laredo a partnership in the ranch. I realize now it must have come as quite a surprise to him. Hell, I surprised myself.”

He’d already known Savannah was in love with Laredo; that day he’d learned about Smith’s love for Savannah, too. This man was important to her happiness; if it was in Grady’s power to make her happy, he was willing to do whatever it took.

He noticed how Caroline’s face tightened as she considered this information. “What’d he say to that?”

Glancing away, Grady relived the terse conversation. “That he didn’t accept charity and I’d insulted Savannah and him. Hell, everything I do these days is wrong. I was only trying to help.” He reached for his coffee. “At first I thought Laredo didn’t love Savannah, but now I think he loves her too much.”

Caroline gave a hard shake of her head. “As far as I’m concerned, he’d better not show his face around here, because I swear I’ll wring his neck if he does.”

Grady was a little taken aback by the vehemence of her response.

“All this crap about pride and honor—it’s asinine, that’s what it is.” Her lips thinned. “Never mind him. How’s Savannah doing?”

“You said you haven’t seen her in the past couple of days, didn’t you?”

Caroline nodded. “Why? What’s up?”

“Something’s happened—she’s changed.”

“Of course she’s changed! She’s hurt and angry. And I can’t blame her.”

“It’s more than that.”

Caroline leaned closer. “What do you mean?”

“Like you said, she’s hurt—but I can’t imagine how that would lead to...this.” He didn’t know how to say it without sounding demented, so he just plunged in. “Hell, I don’t know what’s happened to her, but two days ago she cut her hair.”

“Savannah?”

“It’s been long for so many years I didn’t recognize her. It’s shoulder-length now and in a—” he made a circular motion with his finger “—pageboy, I think is what you call it. The ends tuck under sort of nice and neat.”

This left Caroline speechless.

“Then yesterday I found her in jeans.”

“Savannah?”

“Yeah. I didn’t know she even owned any.”

“But why?” Caroline asked, clearly puzzled. “Why’d she do these things?”

“I have my suspicions and I’ll tell you right now, it makes my blood run cold.”

“Really,” Caroline said thoughtfully, “when you think about it, what’s so terrible about Savannah cutting her hair and updating her wardrobe?”

“I’m worried.” Grady didn’t mind admitting it, either. “This morning I saw her standing on the porch looking down the driveway as if she expected Laredo to come back. Personally I wish to hell he would, but I don’t think it’s going to happen.”

“I hope you didn’t tell her that!”

“Of course not!” What kind of idiot did Caroline think he was, anyway? “Then she told me Laredo Smith was a fool,” he added.

“I couldn’t agree with her more,” Caroline muttered.

“You know what I think? I think Savannah’s decided to look for a husband.” He spoke quickly, finding the subject of marriage an uncomfortable one with Caroline.

Caroline gave an elaborate shrug. “There’s nothing wrong with marriage, although neither of us seems interested in it.”

“I agree—nothing wrong with it. But I’m afraid that in Savannah’s current frame of mind any man will do.”

“Did she have someone in mind?”

“Not that I’m aware of.” But Grady knew his sister, and while he wasn’t an expert, he recognized the look. Savannah was on the prowl. And when a woman set her mind on marriage, he believed, there was damn little a man could do but run for shelter.

“You’re sure about this?” Caroline frowned.

“Not a hundred percent, but it’s fairly obvious.”

Then to his consternation, Caroline burst out laughing.

Grady didn’t take kindly to being the butt of a joke. “What’s so damned funny?” he demanded.

“You! I don’t think Savannah’s on the prowl, as you put it, but if she does find a decent man to marry, more power to her. There’s too much love in her heart to waste. If Laredo doesn’t want to marry her, then so be it. Eventually she’ll find a man who does.”

“In some tavern?”

“Savannah’s not into that scene.”

“That’s what I thought, but then Richard...” Grady hesitated, uncertain he should tell her this, but if Caroline could help...

“What about Richard?” she asked, her laughter draining away quickly.

It helped that his no-good brother hadn’t fooled Caroline, that she recognized the kind of man he was. “Richard offered to take her barhopping and introduce her around.”

“Terrific,” Caroline said sarcastically. “All the best men hang around bars. Is she going to do it?”

“I don’t know,” Grady said. “I just don’t know.”

***

Glen Patterson sat down in front of the television with a cold can of soda. He was supposed to meet Ellie for dinner, but she’d phoned and said she’d be hung up until after seven. This was a difficult time for his friend. Twice this week he’d made excuses to drive into town and check up on her. The last report he’d heard on her father wasn’t good. The doctors seemed to think John Frasier wouldn’t last more than another week or two.

“You’re frowning,” Cal said as he stepped into the living room. It wasn’t as neat and orderly as when their mother had done the housekeeping, but it wasn’t as bad as it might’ve been, either. The two brothers had hired a woman to come in once a week to clean ever since their parents had retired and moved into town to open a bed-and-breakfast.

“I was just thinking,” Glen said.

“Worried about Ellie?”

“Not really.” He downplayed his concern rather than admit it to his brother.

“Maybe you should be worried,” Cal said as he claimed the recliner. He sat down and stretched out his long legs.

“Do you know something I don’t?”

Cal didn’t look at him when he spoke. “I hear Richard Weston’s got his eye on her.”

“Richard? He’s harmless. Okay, so he likes to flirt, but Ellie knows that.”

“You jealous?”

If anyone understood his relationship with Ellie, it should be his own brother. “Why would I be jealous? Ellie and I are friends. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

Friends. It shouldn’t be a difficult concept to understand. Cal and Grady Weston had been good friends for years. It just so happened that his best friend was a member of the opposite sex. People had been trying to make something of it for years.

Cal regarded him skeptically.

“What?” Glen asked in annoyance.

“Men and women can’t be friends.”

Glen had his older brother on that one. “Wrong. Ellie’s like one of the guys. She always has been—you know that.”

Cal folded his hands over his trim stomach. “In other words, it doesn’t bother you she’s been seeing Richard.”

“Not in the least.” It did a little, but not enough to really concern him—and not for the reasons Cal might suggest. Glen was afraid that Ellie was especially vulnerable just then, and he didn’t want Richard Weston to take advantage of her.