Justified Deception (Prequel: Dancing Moon Ranch Series) Read online

  Forcing a smile that felt as stiff as it was feigned, she said, "Hello, Annie, I'm pleased to meet you."

  Annie’s brows gathered in a frown, and for an instant Ruth was certain she'd detected bafflement in those eyes. But the moment was fleeting, and Ruth wondered if she'd simply deceived herself into seeing something that wasn't there.

  Matt nudged Annie. "Mind your manners, bucko. Say hello to Miss Crawford."

  Annie pinned Ruth with a cold glare, shot a defiant look at her father, and said, "I don't want a stupid nanny," then fled through the open door and never looked back.

  Ruth stared after her, feeling confused and uncertain. During the terrible empty years without Beth she'd held onto the hope of this moment, to the dream of a tearful, joyous reunion, of taking Beth in her arms and holding her for dear life. And now, if the moment had come and gone, she could never have prepared herself for this kind of reception from a child who might be her daughter. Complete aversion.

  Matt looked at Ruth and shrugged. "Nannies aren't her favorite people."

  "And her mother?" Ruth asked. "Does Annie see her frequently?"

  "Annie's mother isn't a part of Annie's life," Matt said in a tone that told Ruth the discussion was over. Which made Ruth even more determined to learn why Matt Kincaid had sole custody of his daughter. Bill had not been able to glean that information. But he had pointed out the power in the Kincaid family when he'd first begun piecing things together.

  "Kincaid's the son of a judge, the youngest of four boys," he told her. "One brother's a high-powered attorney, one's a state senator, and another's attorney general. Seems Matt Kincaid's the maverick in the family... left home when he was sixteen and moved around, hiring on as a ranch hand. Then he married the rancher's daughter, divorced her, and ended up with the ranch and sole custody of their daughter. Obviously used his family's influence to come out on top..."

  Ruth looked at Matt Kincaid, and said, "Annie must feel somewhat insecure living on an isolated ranch with only one parent."

  Matt gave a short, ironic laugh. "Annie's about as insecure as a rutting bull. She's got more family at the ranch than she knows what to do with. And she knows the only way she'd ever be separated from me would be over my cold, dead body. If anyone's insecure it's me. Without Annie, there wouldn't be much meaning to my life, something someone without kids wouldn't understand. Just take my word for it."

  Ruth clenched her jaw to keep from screaming, how dare you say I don't know how much meaning a child can bring to a person's life.... or how meaningless life can be without her...

  Matt smiled a slow, contemplative smile. "There's no doubt, Annie's the best thing that ever happened to me." And in that moment, Ruth knew Matt Kincaid would go to any length to hold and protect his child. And at this point, she couldn’t be sure Annie wasn't his child, just as she couldn’t be sure the little girl was Beth. But time would tell.

  If Annie was Beth she’d have a past that didn’t include Matt Kincaid. Photographs from birth to two years of age would be missing. So, inquiring about pictures of Annie as a baby would be one of her first objectives. Locating Annie's birth certificate and verifying that she was adopted would be another. For now, she'd still cling to hope. If Annie was Beth, the worst of her fears would be dispelled. Beth had not been snatched by a sexual predator, or a child killer, or a deranged woman desperate for a child. She'd been cared for by a devoted man who'd lay down his life for her, a man with the money and wherewithal to take the child he claimed was his and hide her where she'd never be found. And Ruth didn't question for a moment that Matt Kincaid would do precisely that, if boxed into a corner...

  "We'll be flying to Burns in the morning," Matt said.

  Ruth looked up from her distracted thoughts. "So soon?" She'd have no time to get the DNA kits before leaving. Bill only recently brought up the idea of DNA self-collection tests, if she was able to get the nanny job and would have access to the child. The results would not be admissible in court, but if they confirmed a biological relationship, it would be enough to start legal action that would force Matt Kincaid to allow the Chain of Custody collection procedure to be done, which would be admissible in court.

  More important, it would determine if Annie Kincaid was Beth...

  "I need to get back to the ranch," Matt said. "We'll fly to Burns, where we'll stock up on supplies, then fly to Pine Grove, but from there we'll head to the Kincaid by truck." He scanned the full length of her. "I hope you have some more suitable clothes… jeans, shirts, boots, a hat."

  "I have a few pairs of slacks."

  "Slacks won’t do. We’ll get you outfitted in Burns."

  Ruth shook her head. "I can't allow you to buy my clothes."

  One corner of the man's mouth tipped up in an ironic smile. "Sweetheart, I don't need your permission."

  Ruth stiffened. This sweet talking cowboy with his overbearing attitude set her blood boiling. She wasn't one of his range hands, and she definitely wasn't his sweetheart.

  She was, however, a hired hand of sorts, with the most important job of her life, and she’d better remember that if she wanted to hold onto it. Giving him a wavering smile, she said, "I'd rather you didn't." But as she said the words she already knew he'd get his way.

  But Matt Kincaid’s forceful manner and use of endearments and all the other irritating qualities about the man were irrelevant, because in her heart, Ruth believed she'd found Beth, and she had no intention of leaving her side until Beth was returned to her own bedroom, where she'd find her toys and dolls and stuffed animals waiting for her to come home... waiting to hear her childish laughs and sweet young voice fill the house once again.

  But to accomplish that goal, she'd be forced to put up with the bossy, arrogant likes of Matt Kincaid, something she did not look forward to doing.

  CHAPTER 2

  Kincaid Ranch – Harney County, Southeast Oregon

  After a bumpy flight in a twin engine Cessna, they arrived in Burns, where Ruth was outfitted in the clothes she didn't want—snug fitting jeans, western-cut shirts with pearl snaps, a western hat with a wide brim, several bandanas, and a pair of stiff, brown cowboy boots for riding. It was dusk when they touched down in Pine Grove, but since the plane was to remain there for servicing, the rest of the trip was in a truck with an extended cab. But before heading out to Pine Grove, they stopped in at a place called Pete's Pub and had a dinner of ranch burgers piled high with fries. During the meal Annie sat beside her father and glared across the table at Ruth, who tried not to catch her eye, which was clearly hostile.

  It was well after dark by the time they arrived at the ranch. Pole lights lit up a compound of outbuildings that included the shadowy outline of a huge stable. But the structure that caught and held her attention was a large, log ranch house with a porch across the entire front, and a steep roof made to shed the snow, broken by several dormers to the upstairs bedrooms. In a field on the opposite side of the ranch road stood what appeared to be a large, white stock barn.

  With Annie sleeping cradled in his arms, Matt lead Ruth through a spacious, rustic living room with a large stone fireplace at one end, up a wide bank of half-log stairs, and down a hallway, stopping in front of a bedroom with the door ajar. He nudged the door open with his toe, and said, "This is your room, and Annie's is the next one down the hall. Have her dressed and down for breakfast by seven. Normally morning meal's at six, but we'll bend rules this once." With not so much as a 'Good night,' to Ruth, he continued down the hallway to Annie's room.

  Her hand on the doorframe, Ruth was a heartbeat away from yelling after him, 'The devil with ranch rules! A child needs sleep!' Not only would it get her fired, but Matt Kincaid was obviously too domineering to listen to anything the new nanny might offer.

  Yet, there was also another side to the man.

  Once airborne, and with his ranch foreman in control of the plane, Matt turned back his cuffs and became totally absorbed with Annie, reading to her and playing endless games of tic-tac
-toe and connect-the-dots, until Ruth felt as if Matt and Annie existed in their own little world. Except for those unexpected moments when he’d look towards her as if suddenly remembering she was aboard. But it gave her time to study the man, unobserved. A big man with a lean, sun-bronzed face and broad muscular shoulders, he was all cowboy, from the crown of his weathered Stetson to the tips of his scuffed brown boots.

  She remembered the first time she’d seen a picture of him. Bill handed her a photo and said, "Matt Kincaid owns a large cattle ranch in southeast Oregon. He sometimes visits his brother, Bret Kincaid, an attorney who lives in Salem. Take a look. See if you recognize the man."

  Ruth braced herself for what she might find. Someone familiar... a friend of the family... someone the child would trust... Words from police officers, and social workers, and concerned citizens who'd read of Beth's abduction. But when she looked at the photo, all she saw was a tall, broad-shouldered man who, with his deep blue eyes and ash-blond hair, looked more akin to Beth than she did, with her dark hair and brown eyes.

  Heaving a weary sigh, Ruth flipped the light switch on, expecting to find a lackluster room with faded curtains and a timeworn bedspread. Instead, she stepped into a room outfitted with a pine dresser with horseshoe drawer pulls, a wardrobe with a full-length mirror on its wide door, and a double bed made of peeled-pine logs. Covering the bed was a hand-crafted spread constructed with a beautiful maple-leaf quilt pattern in shades of browns and rusts and forest greens. Because her mother was a quilter, Ruth knew the quilt wasn't hand stitched. But it was made with care, as the patterns were machine-stitched with an eye for precision. Stacked on the foot of the bed were two sets of towels and wash clothes that appeared to be brand new, one set in a mossy green, the other in cinnamon red, like the sets had been purchased to coordinate with the spread. And in the corner of the room was a big overstuffed recliner with a floor lamp beside it, the combination perfect for snuggling with a child and reading.

  While she was turning back the bedspread, a ranch hand named Seth delivered Ruth's suitcases, along with the many shopping bags with her new clothes. After fetching the nightgown she bought for Annie in Burns—a pink, flannel nightie edged in lace, with pansies with smiling faces dancing across the front—she went to Annie's room. By the light funneling in from the hallway, and while Annie was sleeping soundly, she stripped off Annie's tie-dyed tee shirt and mini sweats and eased on the gown, then tucked the covers around her. Annie would not remember any of it, but she’d be happy to wake up wearing something pretty, and pink, and new.

  But before leaving the room, Ruth looked at Annie’s restful face, taking in the child's quiet features bathed in soft light. But when Annie stirred, Ruth backed into the hallway.

  As with most nights, Ruth knew she wouldn't fall asleep without a book to make her drowsy, but when she packed, she had been so anxious about what lay ahead, she forgot to include any books. But when they passed through the living room on their way to the stairs earlier, she'd noticed that the stone fireplace with its high arched opening was flanked on both sides by bookcases. Intending to fetch a book and crawl into bed, she made her way down the stairs. But when she entered the living room she was surprised to find Matt settled into a leather overstuffed chair, reading. Ankles crossed, bootless feet propped on a low coffee table, a pair of reading glasses on his nose, the whole scene appeared incongruous. Cleaning guns or soaping boots seemed more appropriate...

  The floor creaked beneath her feet and he looked up then waited for her to speak. She shrugged, and said, "I need a book and I thought I could find one here."

  "Help yourself," Matt replied, then returned to his reading.

  Ruth scanned the books, surprised to find so many of the classics, including Plato’s Republic and Homer’s Odyssey. She also found books of poetry interspersed with Aesop’s Fables, The Boy’s Book of King Arthur and an illustrated, Children’s Bible. A small area included books on child psychology and single parenting. Definitely not what she'd expected to find in Matt Kincaid’s library. Reaching for a book on child psychology, she turned and said, "I’ll just take this one and be on my way."

  Matt looked up, as if surprised she was still there, gave a nod, and returned to his reading.

  For a moment more Ruth studied his face as he sat absorbed in his book, brows gathered in concentration. Light from the lamp beside him emphasized his deep-set eyes, his angular jaw, the little splinters of day-old beard pressing up through his sun-darkened skin. Photographs could not begin to do justice to the flesh-and-blood man. And as she stared at him, she had the eerie feeling that somehow her life would be altered irrevocably by this man, though she feared it may not be for the better.

  ***

  Morning came quickly. So quickly, Ruth realized that for the first time since Beth had been kidnapped, she'd slept through the night instead of waking with a start to twist and turn between guilt and hope and despair. And for the first time since she could remember, she had not prayed, Please God, give me some sign she's dead, knowing it would be easier to accept. A tremor of hope rippled through her. Maybe God had at last spoken. Maybe the sense of calm enveloping her was His way of telling her the search was over.

  Anxious to call her parents and let them know she'd arrived safely, she flipped open her cell phone and started to punch in the numbers, only to read, out of service area, on the screen. The sense of calm she'd felt moments before was replaced by a frisson of fear. She was trapped at an isolated ranch, eighteen miles from the nearest town, with no way of calling for help if there was trouble. But then, maybe she was overreacting. Matt had given her no reason to feel threatened. But she had another concern. Without cell service she'd have no way to communicate with Bill unless she could get to town, because it would be too risky to call him on the ranch phone. But she'd worry about that later.

  Curious to see the ranch by daylight, she went to the window and pushed the curtains aside and gazed at the view beyond. Although the ranch was located in a valley, the valley opened up to a vast panorama of buttes, plateaus and mesas. To the east, the morning sun painted the sky like polished copper, and bathed in pink-gold light of morn, rangeland dotted with sagebrush, prairie grass and cattle stretched into the distance. Closer in, fences crisscrossed the landscape, some connected to the barn she'd seen the night before. But a little distance beyond the barn was the large, red board-and-batten stable. And just below her window, a shaggy black and white mongrel chewed on a beef joint the size of a man's arm. Turning from the window, she prepared for the day ahead.

  After making the bed, she rummaged through her canvas tote bag for her hairbrush. While twisting her hair into a knot, she contemplated the various aspects of Matt Kincaid. With Annie, he was firm yet gentle, and when he looked at her it was always with a twinkle of affection in his eyes. With Seth he often joked, yet he maintained a position of authority Seth seemed to respect. But was he a man who'd resort to illegal means to acquire a child, and if so, to what extent would he go to keep that child, if his right to her was challenged?

  "Miss Crawford?"

  Ruth turned to find a square-shaped woman with a round ruddy-face and graying-red hair standing in the doorway. "Yes?"

  "I’m Edith Jenson, Matt’s housekeeper. I do the cooking and run the domestic end of the place. I just want to welcome you here. I hope you find the room comfortable."

  Ruth glanced around, and said, "It's lovely. Did you by any chance make the bedspread?"

  "Oh no," Edith replied. "Matt wanted the room nice and fresh for your arrival, so he sent me out to find something I'd think you'd like. There's a lady in Pine Grove who makes quilts, so I figured you'd like that."

  "Thank you, I do," Ruth said.

  "Just to let you know," Edith continued, "I’ll be watching Annie after breakfast this morning since you’ll be learning how to ride a horse."

  Ruth stared at the woman, wide-eyed. She was absolutely not ready to ride a horse. "Are you sure I’m supposed to ride…today? I’ve
just barely arrived."

  "Matt’s orders. He said he'd be working with you right after breakfast, so you might want to get ready in your riding clothes now since he doesn't like to be kept waiting," she said, her voice trailing off as she walked down the hallway.

  Ruth tried to convince herself that sitting on a horse, five feet off the ground, wasn’t any different than being five feet up a ladder. But a ladder didn't paw the ground and have the ability to run away with her...

  Hearing noises, Ruth knew Annie was awake. She slipped into her robe and went to Annie's room and found her sitting in bed within a circle of Ken dolls, her hair a tangle of ash-blond curls, imprints of the pillow on her cheek. She'd changed back into her tie-dyed tee shirt and mini sweats, and the new nightgown lay in a heap on the floor, a silent statement of what she thought of the new nanny's gift. Ruth picked up the gown. "Good morning," she said.

  Annie ignored her.

  When Ruth hung the gown in the closet, an elongated Giraffe Growth Chart taped to the inside of the closet door caught her attention. Marks, at intervals, denoted Annie's height, starting on her third birthday. Ruth stared at the chart, the lack of marks before the age of three underscoring the years of Beth's absence. Turning, she said to Annie, "Why don't we mark your chart. You're probably a lot taller now."

  Annie eyed Ruth with annoyance. "Daddy does that."

  "Well, we'll make sure he keeps it up."

  Annie glared at Ruth. "Daddy never forgets."

  "I see." Ruth realized she'd overstepped her bounds. However, the thought of Matt keeping up Annie's growth progress touched her in a way she hadn't expected.