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slammed her silverware down on the table while she struggled to organize the red-hot words in her mind into coherent sentences.
    Rule had no such difficulty. He shoved his plate back and got to his feet. Ice dripped from his tone as he said, “There’s never been the slightest possibility that I’d marry Monica.” He left on that brutal note, his booted feet taking long strides that carried him out of the room before anyone else could add to the fire.
    Cathryn glanced at Monica. Her stepmother was white except for the round spots of artificial color that dotted her cheekbones. Monica snapped harshly, “Congratulations, Ricky! You’ve managed to ruin another meal.”
    Cathryn demanded in rising anger, “What was the meaning of that scene?”
    Ricky propped her elbows gracefully on the table and folded her hands under her chin in an angelic posture, regaining her poise though, like Monica, she was pale. “Surely you’re not as dense as that,” she mocked. She looked definitely pleased with herself, her red lips curling up in a wicked little smile. “There’s no use in pretending that you don’t know how Rule has used Mother all these years. But lately...lately he’s realized that you’re of age, conveniently widowed, and can have full control over the ranch whenever you decide to take an interest. Mother’s of no use to him now; she no longer holds the purse strings. It’s a simple case of off with the old, on with the new.”
    Cathryn gave her a withering look. “You’re twisted!”
    â€œAnd you’re a fool!”
    â€œI’d certainly be one if I took anything you said at face value!” Cathryn shot back. “I don’t know what you’ve got against Rule. Maybe you’re just soured on men—”
    â€œThat’s right!” Ricky shrilled. “Throw it up to me because I’m divorced!”
    Cathryn wanted to pull her own hair in frustration. She knew Ricky well enough to recognize a play for sympathy, but she also knew that when the spirit moved her, Ricky didn’t adhere too closely to the truth. For some reason Ricky was trying to make Rule appear in the worst light imaginable, and the thought irritated her. Rule had enough black marks against him without someone manufacturing false ones. The area had never forgotten how he had acted when he returned from Vietnam, and as far as she knew he had never been reconciled with his father. Mr. Jackson had died a few years ago, but Rule had never mentioned that fact in her hearing, so she supposed that the strain between him and his father had still existed at the time of Mr. Jackson’s death.
    Unwilling to examine her motives more closely, merely acknowledging the surface desire to set Ricky back on her heels, Cathryn said, “Rule did ask me to stay, but, after all, this is my home, isn’t it? There’s nothing to keep me in Chicago now that David is dead.” With that parting shot she got to her feet and left the room, though with considerably more grace than Rule had exhibited.
    She started to go to her room, because she was feeling the effects of travel and her long ride. Her stiff muscles, forgotten during the heat of battle, renewed their appeal for her attention, and she winced slightly as she crossed to the stairs. Pausing with one foot on the first step, she decided to find Rule first, prompted by some vague urge to see him. She didn’t know why that should be when she had spent years avoiding him, but she didn’t stop to analyze her thoughts and emotions. It was one thing for her to rip up at him; it was something else entirely for anyone else to take that liberty! She let herself out by the front door and walked around the house, directing her steps to the foaling barn. Where else would Rule be but checking on one of his precious horses?
    The familiar smells of hay and horses, liniment and leather greeted her as she