Cardwell Ranch Trespasser(9)

“Did you hear what I said?” she demanded of Dana. “Your cousin tried to kill me.”

Everyone on the raft went deathly quiet. “She pushed me off the raft, then she pulled me under and hooked my life jacket on the rope underneath the boat. If Colt hadn’t pulled me out of there...” Hilde realized she was crying and near hysteria. Everyone was looking at her as if she was out of her mind.

“I tried to help you,” Dee said in a small, tearful voice. She touched her cheek, which Hilde saw was black-and-blue. “If you hadn’t kicked me I would have gotten you free from under the raft.”

“She almost drowned trying to save you,” Dana said.

Hilde let out a lunatic’s laugh. “Save me? I’m telling you she tried to kill me, and it wasn’t the first time.” She felt someone touch her arm and turned her head to see Colt standing beside her.

“Let me get you off the river and into some dry clothes,” he said, his gaze locking with hers. She saw the pleading in his eyes. He thought she was making a fool of herself. No one believed her. Everyone believed Dee. “I’ll take care of Hilde,” Colt said to Dana. “You make sure your cousin is okay.”

Crying harder, she looked at Dana, saw the shock and disbelief and pity in her eyes. Through the haze of tears she saw all the others staring at her with a mixture of pity and gratitude that it hadn’t been them under the raft.

Her gaze settled on Dee. A whisper of a smile touched her lips, before she, too, began to cry. As Dana tried to assure her cousin that Hilde was just upset, that she hadn’t meant what she’d said, Colt urged Hilde toward the edge of the river and the vehicles waiting on the highway above it. The guide had apparently called for EMTs and a rescue crew.

“I don’t need a doctor,” she said to Colt, as he drew her away from the raft. She could feel everyone watching her and tried to stem the flow of her tears. “I don’t need you to take care of me.”

“But you do need to get into some dry clothes,” he said. “My place is close by.”

She looked over at him, ready to tell him she had no intention of going to his house with him.

“You can tell me again what happened under the raft,” he said.

“What would be the point? You don’t believe me.” She stumbled on one of the rocks. He caught her arm to keep her from falling. His hand felt warm and strong on her skin.

“How about this? I believe you more than I believe Dee.”

She stopped, having reached the edge of the highway, and glared at him. “Then why didn’t you speak up back there?”

“Because it’s your word against hers, and as upset as you are, she is more believable right now. That’s why I stopped you from telling them about what happened at the falls. Come on, I know this EMT. He’ll give us a ride.”

* * *

“I AM SO SORRY,” Dana said for the hundredth time since the raft trip.

Dee planned to milk the incident for all it was worth but was getting tired of hearing Dana apologize. Almost drowning had gotten her out of helping with the huge family meal Dana had cooked. It also had Hud hovering protectively over her.

Dana had told all the family members about the mishap on the river as each arrived. Dee noticed that she’d left out the part about her best friend accusing her cousin of trying to kill her.

It would have been amusing except for the fact that Hilde had almost drowned her. Hilde had kicked her hard. For a moment, she’d seen stars. She really could have drowned under that raft. She was lucky she hadn’t died today.

She’d had to meet all the family before dinner. There was the sister, Stacy, a smaller version of Dana, whom she’d met only briefly before. She had a pretty, green-eyed baby girl named Ella. Dee remembered that because she got the feeling Stacy might be a good resource—even an ally in the future.

Jordan and his wife, Deputy Marshal Liza Cardwell, were nice enough, but both were wrapped up in each other. Newlyweds, Dana had said. Then there was their father, Angus, and their uncle, Harlan. The talk at that end of the table was about the house Jordan and Liza were building somewhere on the ranch. Far enough away that they hadn’t been a problem, Dee thought.

Apparently Dana had another brother, Clay. He worked in the movies in Hollywood and seldom came up to the ranch. Another positive. Hud’s father, Brick, wasn’t well. He lived in West Yellowstone and seldom got down the canyon. That was also good since he was an ex-marshal.

At the sound of a knock at the front door, Dee looked through the open dining room door into the living room. She could make out a dark shadow through the window.

Probably not Hilde or Deputy Colt Dawson, she thought with no small amount of relief. Hilde had come off as crazy on the river earlier. Dana had been shocked by her friend’s accusations and torn in her loyalties. Dee had pretended to be hurt, which only made Dana more protective of her.

Hopefully that would be the last they saw of the woman, she thought, rubbing her jaw. It didn’t surprise her that Hilde was turning out to be a problem. That first day Hilde had asked too many questions and was too protective of Dana. Not only that, she paid too much attention.

She suspects something is wrong.

Dee had run across a few intuitive people in her life. Best thing to do was get them out of your life as quickly as possible. After what happened on the river today, she didn’t think she would have to worry about Hilde again.

She’d seen the moment when Hilde had realized there was nothing she could say to convince Dana that cousin Dee had been responsible for her almost drowning. Blood was thicker than water—didn’t Hilde know that? Dee almost laughed at the thought since she and Dana shared none in common. But it didn’t matter as long as Dana believed they did.

All the others on the raft had felt sorry for Dee. Everyone agreed Hilde was just upset and confused. They had tried to comfort Dee, telling her she shouldn’t feel bad. The bruise on her cheek from where Hilde had kicked her was now like a badge of honor. She’d tried to save the woman—but there was no saving Hilde from Hilde, she thought now with a silent chuckle.

But apparently Deputy Marshal Colt Dawson was determined to try. Nice that he forgot he’d asked her for a dinner date tonight. She hoped she wasn’t wrong about him not being at the door. No, he was probably home taking care of poor Hilde.

She’d seen Dana on the phone earlier. No doubt checking on her friend. Dana was so sure that once Hilde calmed down she would realize that Dee hadn’t tried to drown her. So far Dana hadn’t seemed to have any doubts to the contrary. Dee had to make sure she stayed that way.

Hud got up from the table to go answer the second knock at the door. Dee got the impression that most anyone who stopped by just walked in and didn’t bother knocking.

As the door swung open, she felt her heart drop. She stumbled out of her chair and into the living room. “Rick?”

He saw her and smiled. Anyone watching would have thought everything was fine. Dee knew better.

“Rick, what a surprise.” She hurried to the door, belatedly remembering to limp only the last few steps. She’d managed to hurt herself again in the river—at least that was her story. It would get her out of helping Dana with the dishes and the kids.

“I had to come after I got your phone call,” he said smoothly. “Are you all right?”

“It’s just a sprain,” she said, and realized Hud was watching and waiting for an introduction. Before Dee could, Dana joined them.

“Rick, this is my cousin Dana I told you about and her husband, Hud. Rick...Cameron, a friend of mine from back East.” She gave Rick a warning look. “We were just sitting down to a family dinner. Tell me where you’re staying and I’ll—”

“We always have room for one more,” Dana said quickly. “Please join us. Any friend of Dee’s is welcome.”

Rick stepped in, letting the door close behind him as he looked around, amused at her discomfort. “Dee, are you sure you’re all right? I’ve been worried about you.”

“I’m fine. You really didn’t need to come all this way just to check on me.” She bit the words off, angry with him for showing up here and even angrier that he didn’t take the hint and leave. She hung back with him as Hud and Dana returned to the large family dining room, where everyone else was waiting.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded under her breath so no one else could hear.

“Is that any way to greet an old friend, Dee?”

Her mind whirled. How had he found her? Then with a curse, she realized what she’d done. She’d left a change of address so she could get Dee Anna Justice’s mail in care of the ranch. That way she’d know quickly if her cover was blown—as well as collect at least one of Dee Anna’s trust fund checks.

In retrospect that had been a mistake. She should have known Rick would come looking for her once he realized she’d bailed on him and the apartment. He’d know the real Dee Anna hadn’t gone to a ranch in Montana.