Page 110 of Tempest (Old West 3)


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He glanced around. “I’ll give it some thought.”

“I’m meeting with the ladies after supper this evening. We’ll be making our final plans for the Founders Day new school fund-raiser.” It was only a few days away.

“Okay. Anna and I have a date to go riding after supper, but we’ll be here by the time you return. She loves that pony.”

“Yes, she does and to quote her: she hasn’t fell off and broke her neck not even once. Take that, Minnie—wherever you are.”

Colt’s face turned serious. “Please be careful.”

“I will and I’ll keep my eyes open. Promise.”

Her shooter still hadn’t been unearthed, and although he never expressed it, she knew he worried each time she left the house, particularly alone. She did, too, but she refused to quake in fear, afraid of venturing out.

The meeting went well. They met again at Glenda’s home. Everyone knew what they were bringing for the bake sale, and Glenda roped Odell and Porter James into being judges for the ladies’ horseshoe tournament.

Lucretia asked Regan, “Are you going to enter?”

“Of course. How about you?”

“Of course. May the best woman win.”

Colleen Enright looked disgusted but she was ignored.

Lacy said, “I’m entering, too, and plan on beating the drawers off both of you.”

The meeting broke up soon after, and as Regan went to the door to mount Star and ride home, she was waylaid by Glenda’s husband and banker mayor. “Uh, Mrs. Lee, may I speak with you? Privately in my study, please.”

“Sure.”

He led her into his study that was filled with furniture that reminded her of the old pieces she’d recently discarded.

“Have a seat, please.”

Once she did, he said, “I received a deposit from your Uncle Rhine Fontaine for you, and I just wanted to let you know it arrived.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s a substantial amount.”

She didn’t respond.

He looked uncomfortable, then said, “Well, I’m wondering if he might be amenable to some investments I’m considering.”

“I’m told you wired my Uncle Andrew in San Francisco.”

His face reddened. “Uh, yes, I did. And he responded, immediately.”

“And very succinctly, too, from what I gathered.”

He cleared his throat. “Yes.”

“My Uncle Rhine won’t be interested in your investments.”

“But you haven’t even asked him.”

“And I won’t be because the money he transferred to you under his name is mine, solely.”

He stared. “Yours?”

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