Diana Palmer - Wyoming Bold

IT WAS ONE of the worst blizzards in the history of the Rancho Real in Catelow, Wyoming. Dalton Kirk stared out the window and grimaced as the flakes seemed to grow in size by the minute. It was the middle of December. Usually weather like this came later.

He pulled out his cell phone and called Darby Hanes, his foreman. Darby, hows it going out there?

Cattle are pretty deep in it, Darby replied, his voice breaking up with static, but were holding our own with feed so far. Getting hard to reach them, though.

I hope this doesnt last long, he said heavily.

Me, too, but we need the snow for the spring water supply so badly, Im not complaining. Darby chuckled.

Take care out there.

Sure. Thanks, boss.

He hung up. He hated the storms but Darby was right about their desperate need for snow. The summer drought had made it hard on ranchers all over the West and Midwest. He just hoped theyd be able to get feed to the cattle. In an emergency, of course, federal and state agencies would help to airlift bales of hay to the animals.

He went into the living room and turned on the History channel. Might as well occupy himself instead of worrying so much, he thought amusedly.

MAVIE, THE HOUSEKEEPER, frowned as she thought she heard something at the back door. She was clearing away dishes in the kitchen, nervous because the storm seemed to be getting worse.

Curious, though, she went and peered through the white curtains and gasped when she saw a pale, oval face with wide, green eyes staring back at her.

Merissa? she asked, shocked.

She opened the door. There, in a hooded, bloodred cape, almost covered with snow, stood a neighbor. Merissa Baker lived with her mother, Clara, way back in the woods in a cottage. They were what local people called peculiar. Clara could talk out fire and talk off warts. She knew all sorts of herbal remedies for illness and they said she had the second sight as well, that she could see the future. Her daughter was rumored to have the same abilities, only magnified. She recalled that when Merissa had been in school, her classmates had shunned her and victimized her so badly that her mother pulled her out of the local high school because of her ongoing stomach problems. The school system had sent a homeschool worker with her classwork and oversaw her curriculum. She had graduated with her class, with grades that shamed most of them.

Shed tried to work locally, but her reputation was unsettling to some of the conservative businesses, so she went home and helped her mother, earning her living with a combination of fortune-telling and online website design, at which she was quite good. She had an older computer, and a cheap internet connection at first, but as her business grew, shed started making money. Shed managed to afford better equipment and higher internet speed. Now, she was very successful. She designed websites for at least one quite famous author and several businesses.

Come in out of the snow, child! Mavie exclaimed. Youre soaked!

The car wouldnt start, Merissa said in her soft, delicate voice. She was almost as tall as Mavie, who was just above five feet seven inches. She had thick, short, wavy platinum hair and pale green eyes that were huge in her face. She had a rounded little chin and a pretty, naturally pink bow-shaped mouth, and tiny ears. And a smile that could have melted stone.

What are you doing here in a storm?

I have to see Dalton Kirk, she said solemnly. And its urgent.

Tank? Mavie asked blankly, using the youngest Kirk brothers affectionate nickname.

Yes.

Can I ask what its about? Mavie asked, confused, because she didnt think the family had any business dealings with Merissa.

Merissa smiled gently. Im afraid not.

Oh. Well, let me go get him, then.

Ill wait here. I dont want to drip on the carpet, the young woman said with a laugh that sounded like silver bells.

Mavie went into the living room. There was, fortunately, a commercial. Dalton had turned the sound off.

Damn things, he muttered. One minute of program and five minutes of commercials, do they really think people are going to sit there and watch so many at once? he huffed. He frowned at Mavies expression. Whats wrong?

You know the Bakers, dont you? They live in that cottage down the road, in the cottonwood thicket.

Yes.

Merissa is here. She says she has to talk to you.

Okay. He got up. Bring her in here.

She wont come. She got wet walking here.

She walked? In this? He gestured at the window where huge flakes of snow were falling. Theres almost a foot of snow on the ground already!

She said her car wouldnt start.

He sighed. He turned off the television and put down the remote control. He followed Mavie into the kitchen.

His eyes took in the slender figure of his guest. She was very pretty. Her lips were a natural red. Her eyes were big and soft and green. Her face was rather pointed, and her rounded chin made her seem vulnerable. She was wearing a hooded red cloak and it, and she, were soaked.

Merissa, isnt it? he asked gently.

She nodded. She was self-conscious around men. Afraid of them, too, really. She hoped it didnt show. Dalton was very big, like all the Kirk boys. He had jet-black hair and dark eyes and a lean, angular face. He was wearing jeans and boots and a chambray shirt. He didnt look like a very wealthy man at all.

What can I do for you? he asked.

She glanced toward Mavie.

Oh, Ill just go dust the living room for a bit, Mavie said with a grin. She left them alone, pulling the door closed behind her as she went into the hall.

Youre in terrible danger, Merissa said without preamble.

He blinked. Excuse me?

Im sorry. I just blurt these things out, I dont mean to. She bit her lip. I have visions. My mother does, too. The neurologist says its an aura from migraine, which I also have, but if thats all, why do the visions always come true? She sighed. I had a vision about you. I had to tell you about it right away so you wouldnt be hurt.

Okay, Im listening. Privately he thought she needed a good psychologist more than a neurologist, but he wasnt going to say that. She was very young; barely twenty-two if he remembered correctly. Go ahead.

You were attacked in Arizona by four men, just a few months ago, she said. Her eyes were closed. If they hadnt been, shed have seen Daltons suddenly still posture and taut features. One of the men with you was wearing a paisley shirt...

Damn!

She opened her eyes and grimaced as he glared at her.

How did you know that? he asked, moving forward so fast that she backed up too quickly and stumbled into a chair, almost falling. She caught the table just in time. Who told you? he demanded, although he stopped going toward her.

Nobody...told me. I saw it, she tried to explain. Heavens, he was fast! Shed never seen a man move like that.

Saw it, how?

In my head. It was a vision, she tried to explain. Her cheeks were flushed. He thought she was crazy. Please, let me finish. The man in the paisley shirt, he was wearing a suit and you trusted him. There was another man, a man with dark skin wearing a lot of gold jewelry. In fact, his pistol had gold plating and pearls on it...

I only ever told my brothers that! he said angrily. Them, and my supervisor and, later, the DOJ guys!

The man in the paisley shirt, she continued. He isnt who you think he is. He has ties to a drug cartel. Her eyes closed again. Hes made some sort of bargain with a man high up in politics in this country. I dont know what, I cant see it. But I do know this. The other man is running for public office, some very high office with money and political superiority in the balance... She swallowed and opened her eyes. He wants to have you killed.