Texas Rebels: Quincy by Warren Linda

Author:Warren, Linda [Warren, Linda]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-11-09T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“Quincy!” his mother called before he could get out the door. “I’m fixing homemade chicken-noodle soup for supper and I’m making enough for you, Abe and Elias. And, of course, Jericho. You can pick it up anytime after six.”

“Thanks, Mom. Grandpa was asking for soup the other night. He’ll be happy.”

A melancholy expression came over her face. “Your dad always liked to have soup when the first cold spell came. It became a tradition and I guess I still think about that when it gets cold. I think about him.”

An invisible balled fist pressed into his chest, forcing him to take a deep breath. It was always painful when his mom talked about their dad in that sad tone of voice. He walked over and hugged her, knowing words wouldn’t ease her pain or his. That was the way it was, and every now and then it was like a paid-on-account in this thing they called life.

He kissed her cheek and made his way toward the door. The day was busy and the morning faded from his mind like it always did, but the memories lingered as a reminder that part of his life was missing.

He changed lightbulbs in the heat lamps in all the well houses. His brothers were busy making sure all the farm equipment and trucks had antifreeze in them. Any busted pipes or radiators would cause them extra work and expense. After that, they rode out to check the herds to make sure there was plenty of hay in all the pastures. Grandpa even joined them, huddled in his winter coat. By midafternoon the wind shifted from the north and the temperature dropped drastically. The heavy, dark clouds hung low and the smell of rain was in the air again. He made sure Grandpa got home safely and then he went to check on the paints. He’d pick up the soup on his way back.

The horses pranced around, eager to get into their stalls for the night. Thunder rumbled across the sky and Quincy reached for his slicker and slipped into it. He already had a plastic cover over his hat. He closed the big double doors, and the cold north wind whipped around him, biting into his hands and face. He buttoned the slicker over his sheepskin coat and turned toward his truck. As he did, something in his peripheral vision caught his attention. At the same time the sky opened up with torrential rain. He squinted through the downpour and the darkness and saw lights in the pasture of the Walker place.

Were those truck lights? What was Clyde doing out in this weather? He pulled his phone from his pocket to call Jenny, but with the rain and the weather there was no signal. The lights stayed in one place and they weren’t moving. Without thinking, he leaped over the fence to see what was wrong, for he felt sure something was. He didn’t take his truck because that was a good way to get stuck in the mud.

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