Wife Wanted in Dry Creek
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“You never know what you can do until you have to,” Katrina agreed. She knew the two men were trying to keep her mind off her troubles and she appreciated it.
“I ran into a burning building once,” Conrad offered. “Never thought I’d be able to do that. It was more of a shed than anything, but—”
His face had more color now that they’d stopped talking about dancing.
“That was a fool thing to do,” his uncle scolded. “That old cat never did appreciate it. She scratched you up good. You could have gotten an infection.”
“Well, she’d gotten tangled up in some string and couldn’t get out. I couldn’t just let her die, now could I?”
“No, I suppose not,” his uncle agreed. “I’ve done reckless things, too. I can remember when I went skinny-dipping at the church picnic when we all used to meet at the Big Dry Creek. I was a young daredevil of seven and I thought I was far enough away. Almost didn’t get my clothes on before some ladies came down to see how high the water was in the creek. And there I stood dripping wet in my shirt and pants. Looked like a fool.”
No one said anything for a bit.
“I never thought I’d have the courage to face getting arrested,” Katrina finally added to the list. “But here I am.”
She looked around. Everything in the office was neatly squared off, the stack of invoices on the desktop. The white binders named with different motor companies. Even the way the file cabinets were arranged. The place was pleasantly warm, too, and she had one friend here. Conrad’s uncle seemed to believe she was innocent.
“That sheriff won’t arrest you,” the older man muttered. “He has to stand for reelection in this town. I guess he could hold you for a few days, though.”
“It’s okay,” she said. “He’s only doing his job,”
Then the door from the garage opened and the sheriff came into the office. “I’m sorry. That took longer than I thought it would.”
He didn’t close the door to the garage area.
“Are the boys okay?” she asked as she stepped over to try and see them. The lights were off in the garage and only the subdued sunlight that filtered through the windows made it possible to see. The boys were sitting inside the car again. She could see the tops of their little heads.
The sheriff nodded. “Yeah, they’re doing fine. That older one’s pretty sharp.”
Katrina had no choice but to turn back and look at the lawman even if she wasn’t ready. He had a stern look on his face and it made her think he was expecting the worst. Well, she was expecting something pretty awful, too. And it would be happening to her, not him.
She didn’t see Conrad take a few steps closer to her, but she heard him. She looked up and saw him standing next to her with the same resolve in his face as the lawman had on his. Only Conrad was directing his glare toward the sheriff instead of her.
She took a deep breath. Maybe she had two friends to stand beside her.
“It could be that the plates are stolen,” she said to the sheriff. She tried to keep her voice from pleading. “Maybe the car thieves took Leanne’s plates and put stolen ones on her car just to confuse things.”
“It could have happened that way,” Conrad said.
The sheriff raised his eyebrow in surprise and looked at Conrad for a second before bringing his eyes back to her. “Those boys said you promised them money if they’d come with you today. Did you cross any state lines?”
“No, and I was only going to give them quarters. One for each picture I took with them in it.”
She tried to smile at the sheriff.
He didn’t return the courtesy. “The oldest one seems to think he’ll have enough money to buy something called a Guzmoo or Gazmoo. Sounded like a military tank.”
“It’s a video game and I assure you he isn’t going to make that much.”
Katrina realized that might not make her look good, either, so she added, “I never told him he’d make enough for one of those things. He just got carried away. Besides, they’re my nephews. My sister’s boys.”
“The sister with the car?” the sheriff asked.
She nodded. “Leanne Britton. Well, Rain Tree now. She’s married to—”
“Walker Rain Tree,” the sheriff filled in with a nod. “He sent word through a friend that the car was stolen. Walker lives down on the Crowe reservation. I’ve seen him here and there. Used to work construction in Miles City. Big guy.”
Katrina had only met her brother-in-law once and that was before Leanne married him, but she didn’t want to bring that up right now. She couldn’t imagine why he’d report that Leanne’s car was stolen. Or why Leanne hadn’t stopped him.
“Jobs have been hard to find,” Katrina said. “My sister says he hasn’t worked much in the past year.”
“That’s got to be difficult,” the sheriff said, studying Katrina. “You got employment somewhere yourself?”
Conrad stepped so close she could feel his arm next to hers. “Having a job—not having a job. It’s not a crime.”
Katrina was glad to have Conrad beside her.
The sheriff looked at Conrad again, his eyes narrowing this time. “I thought you didn’t know this woman.”
“He doesn’t,” Katrina said. “He just worries about justice being done and—” She waved vaguely. “Things in general.”
The lawman grunted. “That’s Conrad, all right.”
Then the sheriff turned his attention back to her. “These boys, they don’t seem too sure about you. They say they just met you yesterday. Aunts usually know their nephews, at least by the time they’re six.”
She heard censure in his voice.
“Well, I’ve been busy. And, my sister and I have had our problems.” She looked at the sheriff. She didn’t want to say those problems involved Walker. Katrina had opposed the marriage and her sister hadn’t forgiven her. That didn’t have anything to do with the car anyway. “We really just need to call my sister and straighten this all out. Like I said, these probably aren’t even her license plates.”