Iâve got cows and calves up in the mountains that I need to bring down, and Iâve been counting on my upper pastures for them. If I canât irrigate that area, what am I supposed to do?â
Wade shifted uncomfortably. âIâm not saying no to your idea outright. But Iâm definitely going to need a little time to crunch the numbers and see if it will work.â
âBut itâs not your water.â Loriâs clenched her hands into fists, digging them into the sides of her thighs, trying to keep her temper in check. He held the fate of her ranch in his hands, and he couldnât be bothered to give her an answer? How could he be so selfish? How could he not say yes?
âIâm sorry, Lori. I promise Iâll look the numbers over this week and get back to you.â Wade stood up a little straighter, as if letting them know the conversation was over.
There had to be a way to make him see reason. âWade, if this is about the other day...â
âHang on, Lori.â Jim set a warning hand on her arm. âWe appreciate it, Wade. We really do. Weâll look forward to hearing from you.â Jim reached out and shook Wadeâs hand and then took Lori firmly by the elbow, steering her to the truck.
Fury seethed inside. She hated this. Hated that Wade had only been on Marker Ranch for a few weeks and he was already causing her trouble. Once again he showed up in her life and destroyed it in one cool, detached move. She turned, ignoring Jimâs murmured warning.
âI take back that apology.â
âI figured you might.â Wadeâs jaw was set and stubborn. âJust say your piece, Lori. Then we can both get on with our day.â
Sheâd heard the term seeing red before. Now she knew what it meant. Anger colored everything. Her, Wade and his damn ranch were all on fire. âWhat youâre doing is wrong. Wrong! You took our water!â
âI didnât...â
She didnât want to hear his excuses. About anything. âThereâs a right way to ranch and a wrong way to ranch. And you donât seem to know the difference. You should listen to people who do know right from wrong. Like Jim here!â
Jim put up a hand in protest, as if telling her to leave him out of her tirade. She was beyond caring.
âYou know what, Wade? You can pretend youâre different from your family. That you are back here trying to turn this place into a legal business. But right now youâre acting like just one more Hoffman thief. Just like your brothers! Just like your dad!â
Wade froze as if sheâd struck him. If sheâd had any kind of large, heavy object, she might have. She was that furious.
Jimâs grip tightened on her elbow, and he tugged.
âLet go of me,â she spat out, still glaring at Wade.
âLori, that is enough!â Jim barked and all but dragged her the rest of the way to the truck.
As soon as they were inside and she had the engine roaring, he turned to her. âYou want to tell me what was going on back there?â
âHeâs wrong.â She jerked the wheel, trying to get them turned around and away from Wade as fast as possible.
âYeah, and he probably would have figured that out if youâd given him the time he was asking for. Instead you just drove him into a corner. Iâm pretty sure you can say goodbye to that water.â
âWell, he was already making it pretty clear he wouldnât share it.â
âHe was asking for time to think! Donât you remember how that kid struggled in school? He probably just needs some time to work out the math and make sure itâs all going to be okay. It was a reasonable request.â
Every word Jim said was true. But there was more to it than he knew. And there was no way she could tell him. âIâm sorry I wasted your time today, Jim,â she said stiffly. âIâll order some water to tide us over until