LITMIR.BIZ

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anyone heard from Egan?” Falcon was doing his usual thing, keeping tabs on the brothers.

      “No,” Jericho said. “They’re supposed to find out the sex of the baby today, but Egan wants to wait until the birth. If I was a betting man, and I gave that up a long time ago, I’d bet they’re going to wait.”

      Jericho was one of a kind. He’d grown up on the streets of Houston, wrapped up with gangs and drugs. Egan had met him in prison, when he’d been unjustly sent there by an overzealous judge. Jericho had saved his life and Egan was forever indebted to him. When the family got Egan out, their mother promised Jericho a job for his bravery.

      The man stood about six feet four inches tall. He had dark features with a scar slashed across the side of his face. His long dark hair was tied into a ponytail at his neck. No one knew his lineage, but Egan had said he was part white, black, Mexican and Indian. A scary figure to some, but to the Rebel family he was loved and trusted.

      “Leah and I waited,” Falcon said. “Of course, ours was a completely different situation, but I agree with Jericho. Egan will win this round because Rachel will do what he wants.”

      “You guys are pathetic.” Elias laughed. “Why doesn’t he just say no?”

      “If you ever find anyone to marry you, we’ll remind you of that,” Falcon told him, and looked around. “Where’s Grandpa?”

      “He was right behind me.” Elias walked to the barn door and looked out. “Can you believe this? His horse is tied to the chain-link fence at his house. Who does he think is going to unsaddle that horse and take care of it?”

      Elias’s cell phone buzzed before anyone could answer.

      “That’s probably him about to tell you,” Phoenix said.

      Elias fished his cell out of his pocket and frowned. “It’s Grandpa. Thank you, Quincy, for buying him a phone.” Elias clicked it on. “Yeah, Grandpa. I’ll do it. What did you say?” Elias pushed Speakerphone and held the cell up. “You’re my favorite grandson,” echoed through the barn and everyone tried hard not to laugh. It was Grandpa’s favorite saying, and he’d said it to every one of the brothers at some point.

      Elias slipped the phone back into his pocket. “The favorite grandson is going to go help his grandpa. Now don’t y’all feel guilty?”

      Quincy’s cell buzzed and he quickly grabbed it from his pocket. After a second, he said, “I got to go. That was Jenny. White Dove is in labor. Jenny has been watching that horse for days and I hope everything goes okay.” He hurried toward the barn door and then turned back. “Jude, Zane wanted to be there. Do you want me to call him?”

      “Go ahead.” He threw a blanket over the saddle. “It would give him something to do while I’m out. I’m going into town to see Annabel. She deserves an explanation.”

      “Good for you.” Quincy hurried away and Falcon and Jericho soon followed. That left him and Phoenix to sort through the tangled mess of Jude’s mind.

      “You okay?” Phoenix asked.

      Jude leaned against the railing. “Do you feel you will never be the same as you were when you were five years old?”

      “Come on, Jude.” Phoenix shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans as if that could keep the memories at bay. “This family will never be the same, but we have to learn to accept happiness and forgiveness into our lives. I’m doing that. Dad said it wasn’t our fault and I believe him because I believed him all my life and I’m not going to change now. We were kids and kids do silly things. We’re not to blame. Dad said so.”

      “It’s just...”

      “What is it with you and Quincy? You both seem to have a need to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. Let it go. Please.”

      “Dad was gone two years when Paige got pregnant and I needed to talk to him so badly. Quincy was in the army and I couldn’t talk to him, either. I made all the wrong decisions and I can’t even say it was for the right reasons. I was just a scared kid and I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted Paige to get out of a bad home life and the scholarship gave her that opportunity. I couldn’t take that away from her.”

      “Jude, you did the right thing. You went back and got your son and he’s an amazing kid. Pat yourself on the back for once. If you feel you have to tell Paige, then tell her. Zane is a different matter. But I’m sure you’ll make the right decision for him, too. Stop agonizing over it.” He grabbed the reins of Jude’s horse. “Go spend some time with that pretty teacher and I’ll take care of the horses. And, for heaven sakes, smile, Jude. You’re freaking me out.”

      “I just don’t want to hurt her.”

      The horses milled around, neighing, ready for feed.

      “Well, I’m not judging her or anything, but I can almost guarantee you before this is over, someone is going to get hurt and I’m just hoping it’s not you or Zane. Just saying.”

      Phoenix was right. He couldn’t make any of this better for any of them. He just had to make sure his son wasn’t hurt. While Paige was in town, he somehow had to explain what had happened all those years ago. She deserved that. He knew that with all his heart and nothing anyone said would change his mind. Sometimes in life he had to make the rough decisions because he was a father. He could only pray this decision was the right one for his son.

      And Paige.

Chapter Three

      “Dad, Dad...”

      Jude sat up in bed and squinted at the clock. Five in the morning. “What are you doing up so early?”

      Zane jerked on his jeans. “I want to go check on the new foal. It was amazing, Dad. White Dove was nervous and Uncle Quincy just talked to her and rubbed her head and her stomach and she calmed down. Her contractions were strong and Uncle Quincy kept her calm, you know, Dad, like you do. No one can do that but you and Uncle Quincy with cows and horses. You got the touch. And...”

      “Take a breath.” Jude sat up and watched the excitement on his son’s face. Zane had been in bed when Jude had come in last night. He’d stayed longer than he’d expected at Annabel’s. He’d wanted her to know the truth and found it easy to talk to her. She understood he wanted to wait until the situation with Paige was over. She didn’t want to get involved, either, if his heart was somewhere else. Jude didn’t know where his heart was. But then, he did. It was with this little boy whose eyes were sparkling like firecrackers on the Fourth of July.

      “It was amazing, Dad, I tell you. Uncle Quincy taped her tail because she was swishing it and then Jenny washed White Dove’s udder, teats and vulva with water and soap. And—”

      “Vulva?”

      “Yeah, it’s—”

      “I know what it is.” He was surprised his son did, but that was Zane. He’d probably read about birthing and knew every detail. Once he learned something, he never forgot it. His memory was uncanny.

      “Well, the foal’s feet were like this.” Zane stuck out his arms as far as he could and placed his head between them. “That’s the way she came out, in a white amniotic sac. Jenny said it was a perfect birth and Uncle Quincy agreed. Once the front feet and head and shoulders appeared, it was like swoosh and the rest of it followed into a yucky mess. Jenny’s already calling her Little Dove because she’s white and black like her mama. It took four attempts before Little Dove could stand on wobbly legs and she’s the cutest thing. You should’ve seen it, Dad. Do you think her legs are long like Bear’s ’cause they’re related?”

      Jude swung his feet to the floor. “Yep, Red Hawk is their father.” Zane had seen births before on the ranch, but he was extra excited because he spent a lot of time with Quincy and his paint horses.

      “I

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