and some evenings?â
As he expected, her mouth dropped open and she stared as if heâd gone daft. She cleared her throat and studied the barn, thinking things over.
âShelleyâs a good girl,â he hurried on. âShe wouldnât be much trouble. In fact, she can help you with chores. And Iâve taught her to ride. Sheâd do fine, if you gave her a gentle horse.â
He was talking fast now, hoping sheâd agree. Hoping sheâd look past his position as the forest ranger and see that they could help each other out.
Melanie whirled around and looked him in the eye. âWhy would you ask me to do this? Iâm basically a stranger. You donât really know me, yet youâre willing to leave your child with me?â
He nodded. âKaren told me youâre a good, hardworking woman. She said youâd take care of Shelley, but keep her busy so she didnât have time to whine about how much she hates leaving her old friends.â He smiled. âBesides, any woman who would help me the way you did last night couldnât be bad. I already feel as if Iâve known you for years.â
Maybe he shouldnât have said that, but it was true. He felt more comfortable around Mel McAllister than around any woman heâd ever met. She wasnât afraid to get her hands dirty and she didnât worry about mussing her long hair.
Karen had also told him that Melanieâs husband had been an alcoholic, which was one reason Opal Ranch wasnât doing so well. When Scott heard this, he understood why Melanie didnât mingle with the townsfolkmuch. When your husband was a drunk, you didnât have many friends. Having grown up with an alcoholic father, Scott would never forget the drunken rages, financial destitution, teasing from other kids and feelings of fear and abandonment. Melanie had a good reason not to trust others.
Melanie chuckled, a low, raspy sound. âI take it Shelleyâs not too pleased that her dad dragged her here to Snyderville?â
âNope. Not pleased at all.â He smiled, feeling oddly happy to be talking to this woman. Being near her was the highlight of his day.
âWell, a friend might do my Anne some good, and I could sure use your help around this place.â She hesitated, wrapping her arms around her waist. The action made her seem vulnerable and he was struck by a sudden desire to protect her.
âSo itâs a deal?â he urged.
âOkay, weâll try it for one week. If the girls donât get along or itâs not working out, youâll have to take Shelley somewhere else. Agreed?â
âAgreed.â
She gave him a smile so bright he had to blink. It lit up her face and softened her eyes and he thought heâd never seen anything so beautiful in all his life.
What was wrong with him?
He coughed and looked away. âNow thatâs settled, Iâve got one more question for you.â
âOkay.â Her green eyes looked guarded.
âAnne said something yesterday thatâs been bothering me.â
âWhatâs that?â Melanie prodded.
âShe blamed me for her fatherâs death.â
Melanie rubbed her ear before taking a deep breath and exhaling. âPlease donât hold that against her. Sheâs still hurting over her dadâs death and doesnât trust men very much.â
âBut why would she blame me?â Scott spoke gently, trying to be sensitive to their loss. Trying to understand.
âIt was an accident. Ben Stimpson warned Aaron to move our sheep, but Aaron wouldnât listen.â
âBen Stimpson, the previous ranger?â
Melanie nodded. âI didnât know until after the accident that Aaron was grazing illegally on the forest. He moved one of our bands of sheep onto the grazing allotment twenty days early and Stimpson told him to move them or heâd have them moved for us. Stimpson said heâd sell them to