LITMIR.BIZ

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      “Isn’t he, Mrs. Whitworth? My Shelby’s still alive? Don’t you figure?”

      Helena visibly softened, as if responding to a child. “We don’t know. All we’ve found out so far is there were five men on the rig when it exploded. Four are dead. One is badly burned, and I don’t think his chances are good.”

      Crystal looked around. “You mean all of us are widows except one?”

      “That’s right, baby doll,” came a husky voice from the doorway as a fifth woman entered the room.

      11:25 a.m.

       County Memorial Hospital

      Randi Howard closed the door to the tiny room and leaned against it with all the drama of a breathless heroine in a B movie. “The newspaper and a TV station from Wichita Falls were pulling in when I parked. They say it’s hailing between here and the city, but those folks are like roaches, they can live through anything.”

      When no one commented, she continued, “There’s also more cowhands and oil field workers than I could count hanging around in the lobby. It’s busier than Frankie’s Bar on payday. I had to fight my way through, then convince some nitwit girl dressed like a peppermint that I’d been told to show up here.” She brushed raindrops from her Western-cut jacket. “We’re in for one hell of a storm, gals. This hospital is probably a good place to wait it out.”

      She scanned her audience of four and shrugged off any acting she might have planned. “I guess folks dying in this county from anything other than old age is big news.”

      “What are you doing here, Randi?” Crystal’s tone held an edge that was not entirely unfriendly. “I thought you were working the day shift now.”

      “Didn’t anyone tell you? My Jimmy was with your Shelby on the rig.” Randi twisted her dyed, gypsy-red hair into a braid.

      Crystal frowned. “I should’ve guessed he’d be there. He’s always shadowed his uncle Shelby. Jimmy knows more about Howard Drilling than either of Shelby’s kids. If there were problems on the rig, Shelby would have wanted Jimmy right there with him, learning all he could.” She glanced at the others. “Shelby says Jimmy’s been at his side since he was a boy.”

      Randi nodded and took a seat, propping her red Roper boots on an empty chair. She pulled out a pack of Marlboros, looked around and reconsidered. So, she thought, these are the newly widowed. An old woman, a foreigner, a Pollyanna who had to be a schoolteacher and darling Crystal who was almost thirty and her husband still called her baby doll.

      In truth, she envied Crystal more than disliked her. They had been friends in their single days, sharing everything including boyfriends. The bubbly bleached blonde snagged the rich old Howard while Randi only caught the poor nephew. Oh, old man Shelby always made sure Jimmy was paid well, but Shelby’s kids treated her and Jimmy worse than hired help. Which, she had to admit, was better than the way they treated their daddy’s second wife, Crystal.

      Randi looked directly at Crystal, catching only a glimpse of the girl she had once thought of as a sister. “I might as well tell you, you’ll find out soon enough in this town. I was packing to leave Jimmy when the sheriff stopped by our trailer. I quit my job and sold everything I couldn’t fit in the back of my Jeep. I’ve got to get out of here while I can still breathe. I was meant for something more than singing a few songs once a week during talent night. There’s a whole world out there that thinks of more than oil and cows. There’s got to be. What was it we used to say, ‘so many men, so little time’?”

      Crystal smiled with lips a little fuller than they used to be. “I thought it was so many margaritas, so little time?”

      “Well, either way, it’s time I moved on. I don’t want to grow old and die here, still thinking about what might have been if I’d only been brave enough to go take a look.”

      Crystal knelt beside Randi, taking both her hands. “You can’t leave, Randi. Shelby says Jimmy is doing real well. He’ll be in charge of all the drilling soon. You know Jimmy’s crazy about you, girl.”

      Randi shook her head. “I swore nothing would stop me from leaving this time. I’m aging by the hour in this town.” She glanced at the machines, hoping one said Coors across the top. “Jimmy loves me, I guess, but that ain’t enough. No one in this place seems to understand…life here is sucking the marrow from my bones.” She closed her eyes, fighting back tears. “God, I hope he’s dead.”

      Silence crystallized, as though speaking her thoughts had somehow made it possible. The four other women in the room forgot to breathe.

      Randi opened her eyes. “If he isn’t, I won’t be able to leave him hurt and burned,” she mumbled, more to herself than anyone. She was not a woman who thought of apologizing for anything she said. “And I won’t survive much longer here, just sitting on the porch waiting for sundown.”

      She raised her head, knowing her words were cruel, but realizing they were true. “If Jimmy’s alive, this accident just signed my death warrant.”

      2:55 p.m.

       County Memorial Hospital

      Anna Montano sat quietly at the table, watching the women before her. The rain rattling on the roof provided background music to her thoughts. In Italy, women in crisis would be crying and wanting the family close. A priest might be sitting with them, and their hands would hold prayer beads. In Italy, worry and grieving were emotional passings, shared with family. But these Americans only talked and waited. Unlike Anna, they had not seen the fire and the smoke filling the sky above the oil rig. They still held hope close to their breasts.

      She closed her eyes and tried to forget what she had seen this morning. Black smoke rising, polluting the morning sky with tragedy’s omen. The ranch hands, hurrying to the scene, would not allow her to come with them. But when the first ambulance had left the ranch, Anna followed in her car. She knew her brother Carlo would be upset that she had not told him she was leaving. He considered watching over her part of being Davis’s foreman. But today she had not cared and, besides, he had all he could handle putting out the fire.

      She could have waited at home. She knew the news would only be bad. But for once, Anna had not wanted to be in her private world at the ranch. Now, curling into herself in the uncomfortable plastic chair, she realized that for the first time in a long while, she did not want to be alone.

      Loneliness was nothing new to her. She rode alone each morning, helping to train the horses. Since childhood, horses were as much a part of her life as family, sometimes more so. She worked alone in her small studio and, more often than not, ate alone both noon and evening while Davis and Carlo went somewhere on ranch business.

      Anna thought of herself as no more than a bird in a cage filled with toys. One day someone would leave the door open. The only question haunting her thoughts was would she be brave enough to fly away?

      She and Davis had run out of anything to say to one another after their first anniversary, when she still was not pregnant. If it had not been for her love of horses and his love of the money they brought, he probably would never have spoken to her at all. But, from time to time, he needed her advice. He needed her skill. Carlo might know horses, but Anna had an instinct about them. Over these past five years Davis Montano had learned to trust that instinct even though he valued little else about her.

      Davis was not unkind. He was never unkind. But, she realized after the first year that he had married her to breed children, and she had failed him. Honor and duty were words that described her marriage, not love.

      To her surprise, no tears came as she faced the possibility of his death. She married Davis the week after she had turned twenty-one, and they had been little more than strangers. For her, he provided an escape from an overprotected life in Italy. She arrived in Texas with her big brother, who was hired as foreman. Between Carlo and Davis, Anna found little freedom in this land of the free. Even the trips she had taken with her mother to hear the great symphonies of Europe were now gone.

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