Chapter One

John Howard stepped out onto the deck of his new lakefront home and squinted at the gray winter sky. February always felt like the longest month of the year. Not for the first time he wondered what it would feel like to sell Wild Pony Ranch, just be done with it, and spend summers at the lake and the rest of the year in a comfortable south Florida condo. Did it make sense to own two residences in the same small, rural county in southern Virginia? He was no longer sure.

Shenandoah Mountain Lake was at the opposite end of the county from the ranch, no more than an hour’s drive, but it was a world apart from the sad and ugly downtown area that was slowly dying. The permanently closed sheriff’s department sat in the shadow of a county courthouse and municipal offices that needed major renovations. For Sale signs stood like bleak sentinels in front of crumbling residences that nobody wanted. John had given up trying to understand the resentment, even hate that so many of the local residents felt toward him and his family. Screw them…he was making a fresh start.

The early morning stillness felt eerie. People had warned him that the lake went into sleep mode from December until around mid-March or so, depending on when the first hint of spring appeared. Life on the ranch was different, filled with the sounds of horses, livestock, heavy equipment, and working cowboys from dawn until after the sun went down. The work didn’t stop for the weather.

John watched as a fine sheet of rain swept over the mountains on the western shoreline and worked its way across the main channel. He inhaled the fresh, clean scent and closed his eyes. Who was he kidding? Shenandoah County, love it or hate it, was his home. Florida was fine for some people, but he and Sarah Jane would never fit in there. Besides, he had more than he could handle right here. Emma still needed him at the ranch and Buck wanted him to make more appearances at the Chevrolet dealership now that he was a partner in the business. On top of that, John still needed to finish his second book. His first one, The Cowboy Way: Life, Love, and Lessons from the Ranch, had been a surprising best seller and had caught the attention of Penguin Random House. Jack Fowler was pushing him to deliver the new book by the first of March. The publisher had already tentatively scheduled Growing up Cowboy for a Memorial Day weekend release.

A flurry of fat raindrops raced through the trees and beat a staccato rhythm on the deck. John ducked inside and watched as a fresh bank of rain clouds moved in from the west and enveloped the mountains. A chill went through him. The sight stirred him in the same way as the sunrises he and Sarah Jane liked to watch from the top of Look Back Mountain. No artist could compete with the work of Mother Nature.

“You’re up early.”

Sarah Jane Howard crossed the room and hugged the man she had been married to for forty-three years.

“I had to allow extra time to find the main kitchen,” John said. “I’m still getting used to this place. It’s twice as big as the ranch house.”

The three stories, sixty five hundred square foot brick home featured a deck, sunroom, and two screened porches. The house had separate wings that branched off from the main entrance foyer. Two short hallways led to the self-contained living quarters for the family. John and Sarah Jane’s section included two bedrooms, two baths, a small kitchen, built-in laundry closet, sunroom, and den. John had argued against the second bedroom until Sarah Jane had told him he could use it as an office. He could put whatever he wanted in there, as long as he didn’t turn the room into some awful man cave.

Living quarters for Emma and Chase were slightly larger and were located on the opposite side of the house close to the six-car garage. The space contained two bedrooms, two baths, kitchen, laundry closet, den, office, and a screened porch. The porch opened onto an enclosed and heated breezeway that connected to the garage. Emma had told her parents she wanted enough room for John Howard to feel comfortable in this part of the house. As far as John could tell, his grandson and namesake seemed to love everything about his new home.

The main area of the house included an over-sized kitchen, great room, three more bedrooms and three baths, a full-sized combination laundry and storage room, and a second screened porch. John had a feeling the large game room he had insisted upon would prove to be the most popular room in the house. The ping pong table, pinball machines, pool table, and board games looked like refugees from the 1950s. John didn’t care. The room brought back some happy memories of his youth, and it was good, wholesome entertainment. He wasn’t a Luddite, but he still preferred a landline to his Smartphone, and there were days that he wanted to attack his laptop with a hammer. He had no interest in an entertainment room filled with computer games and techno gadgets.

“I’m ready if you are,” Sarah Jane said. “Emma and Chase left about fifteen minutes ago. I thought we could stop at Carson’s for coffee and donuts for the staff meeting.”

John looked at her.

“Do I get a donut?”

“No, but you get as many bowls of fresh fruit as you want.”

“Lucky me; I’d much rather have that.”

The truck was parked out front on the large circular driveway.

“I’ll be glad when we can use the garage,” Sarah Jane said. “I’ve unpacked most of our stuff, but Emma still has a ton of boxes to go through. Becca’s still unpacking too.”

They had been lucky to find Becca Landrum. The woman that Emma and Chase had originally found to watch John Howard after school had declined the offer of a full-time position as a live-in nanny and housekeeper. Sarah Jane had stopped by Carson’s for a loaf of bread and found Becca’s name and phone number posted on the bulletin board. She had jotted down the number and given it to her daughter.

Sarah Jane had been pleased to learn that Becca Landrum was a local girl. According to Emma, Becca was young, just twenty years old, but she had a two-year degree from Shenandoah County Community College and promised Emma that she would work hard. Emma told her mother that Becca had been thrilled to accept the position. She had two younger brothers and was well versed in the strange and often irritating behavior of boys. Emma had made sure that Becca understood the salary was modest, but the perks included a rent free six hundred square apartment over the garage and full kitchen privileges in the main part of the house. It had only been a few weeks, but, so far, everyone was happy with the arrangement.

“Becca’s taking John Howard to school this morning and picking him up this afternoon,” Sarah Jane said. “Emma hasn’t had a chance yet to find out about the bus schedule. She wants John Howard to ride the bus so he’ll have more time to fit in and connect with the other children outside of class. I think it’s a good idea.”

John wondered what his grandson’s classmates would think the first time he brought one home from school. Children formed impressions quickly and either accepted or rejected someone new. There was no in-between with kids. John Howard was already the son of a white mother and a black father. Would his classmates take one look at his new home and dismiss him as some mixed race Richie Rich who lived in a world they could only dream about?

The good news was that John Howard had already made some friends at school. Unless they had parents that reinforced prejudice at home, children that age usually paid little attention to things like clothes and skin color. The other factor in his grandson’s favor was that a number of other grand homes dotted the shores of Shenandoah Mountain Lake. The Howards weren’t the only wealthy family living at this end of the county.

John pulled into the parking lot at Carson’s General Store and hurried inside. A few minutes later he returned with two large coffees and two boxes of donuts.

“Bo says ‘hey’.”

Sarah Jane took one of the coffees and put the donuts in the back seat out of her husband’s reach.

“Was Henry working today?”

“Yep…he licked my face, but then he had to go out back to the loading dock. Bo said a delivery truck was coming in this morning. Henry likes to supervise.”

Sarah Jane smiled at the thought of the diminutive Yorkshire terrier helping to unload a truck.

John glanced at his watch as he left the parking lot. He was getting used to the drive. It was long enough for him to organize his thoughts and prepare for the day ahead, but not so long that he was tired by the time he reached the ranch. Sometimes he and Sarah Jane talked; sometimes they made the trip in companionable silence. This felt like a silent day.

“We need to talk.”

John groaned.

“I’ve told you before, Sarah Jane, those are four words no man ever wants to hear.”

“You’re not getting any better, John. I thought the move to the lake would help, but it hasn’t.”

“I’m fine.”

He flinched as Sarah Jane’s hand slammed the dashboard.

“You are not fine, John! You think I’m blind? The nightmares haven’t gone away. As soon as we get within five miles of the ranch, you start to tense up like a twelve-year-old boy trying to talk his way out of a poor report card.”

“It’s not that bad, Sarah Jane.”

“Not that bad? Not that bad? It’s gotten to the point that you don’t want to leave the house once we get to the ranch. How long has it been since you took JB out for a ride? That horse misses you, John. The men miss seeing you too.”

“I’m in my office working, Sarah Jane. I don’t have the time.”

“You’ve always made time for the horses, John, and the men. That’s what you’ve always been about.”

John remained silent. His stomach began to churn, and he could feel sweat forming under his arms despite the weather. The truck was eating up the miles. There was little traffic on the road this morning. The ranch was twenty minutes away.

“I want you to see Linda Smythe. Maybe she can help.”

“Who is Linda Smythe?”

“You’ve met her. Jason gives her private lessons. She usually rides Tulsa.”

John shook his head.

Sarah Jane sighed.

“She’s a drop dead gorgeous blonde in her late thirties with big breasts, full lips, and a perfect ass.”

“Oh, that Linda Smythe,” John said.

“That’s right, smartass. She’s a psychologist. You need to talk to someone about this, John.”

Fifteen minutes to the ranch. His pulse started to gallop.

“Fine, set it up. Now can I have a donut?”

Sarah Jane smiled and touched his arm.

“No, but I’m glad that’s settled. You have an appointment late this afternoon. We’ll stop by her office on the way home from work.”

His cell phone interrupted a smart remark that was on the tip of his tongue.

“It’s Jupiter. He says it’s important.”

John slowed the truck and pulled onto the shoulder of the road.

“What’s up? We’re on the way in.”

Sarah Jane watched her husband. She could read John like an open book with large print. The news was bad. She fought to maintain a neutral expression.

“We’ll be there in ten.”

He put the phone away and eased back onto the road.

“John?”

His hands felt clammy on the wheel. The perspiration under his arms was running freely now. He drew a deep breath and looked at his wife.

“We’ve got trouble.”