Chapter Forty
Halfway back to the barn, Paige heard a siren ripped through the air. The sheriff’s car pulled into the driveway with the blaring announcement of its arrival continuing until Sheriff Newell opened his door.
“What’s going on here?” he said as though he alone was in charge.
He strutted up toward his deputy and ripped the papers from Misty’s hands. After listening to state trooper’s explanations for a moment, he muscled his way toward the livestock truck. “Alright, boys, move ‘em on out. Hustle!”
Sterling was off talking to his father, and Misty positioned herself by Austin and the boys. Paige straightened her shoulders and walked up to the sheriff. “Sir.” She tried to sound respectful, which was a challenge. “There are two goats here that are not on that list. . .”
“You can deal with that at your hearing come Monday morning.” He didn’t even look at her and called to the workers. “Take ‘em all, boys.”
“No.” Paige pointed to the papers and inadvertently touched Coach Newell’s sleeve. “Look at the paperwork. The buck and that little kid are not part of the herd.”
“I could put you in cuffs for assaulting an officer.” He tried to stare her down.
Paige met his gaze. “Really? Could you at least do your job and look at the stupid paper? You don’t even have to read it. All you have to do is count.”
The men hired to remove the goats had finished loading all except for the two in question. Misty stood before Austin and the boys with her feet apart and her hands at ready, glaring at her boss. “Check the stats, Newell. I won’t let you take them unless you can prove they are on the list.”
He flipped around towards her. “You’ll do what I say, deputy.”
“I follow the law, not you, Newell.” Misty said.
Sterling and his dad had drawn closer, Linda and Darryl on either side.
“Coach, it’s okay.” Sterling stepped forward. “We can figure this out.”
“Stand down, boy. This is about obeying your superior officer. Misty, you do what I say, or you’re fired.” The sheriff marched forward and grabbed the lead from Austin’s hand, but Austin wasn’t letting go. After a tug of war where the sheriff was losing, Newell shoved Austin hard with his shoulder. He skidded to the ground. Austin regained his footing and brushed off his pants, ready to tackle the coach, but Paige shouted, “Don’t, Austin. It’s not worth it.”
Austin paced back and forth as Newell victoriously led King toward the truck, but Misty bolted forward. “No.” She yanked the lead from Newell’s hand. “Not this time.”
“Fine. We’ll start with the kid.” He marched up and tried to grab the baby goat from Josh’s arm, but Josh hunkered in the corner with Tyler hovering over him. Newell wrenched Tyler back, so he could get at the younger boy.
Darryl came alive behind them. “Get off my son.” He rushed forward, and Paige looked to Sterling who wasn’t moving. She couldn’t understand why he wasn’t doing anything. Sterling knew Newell better than anyone, and he was just standing there.
Right before Darryl reached the coach, Misty tapped Newell’s shoulder. The sheriff turned around in time to get jabbed on the chin with her fist. He went down to his knees and face-planted into barnyard muck. The state troopers looked stunned. Misty pulled the paperwork from the sheriff’s unconscious fingers and walked forward. “I believe you’ll find everything in order.”
The state troopers left without their sirens on. As the livestock truck pulled away with her herd, Paige didn’t know if she’d see the goats again, but she did know she had a lot to be grateful for. First, she went to Josh and Tyler, still holding Daffodil. If Sterling wouldn’t make this right, she would.
She knelt to face Tyler, whose parents had run to his side. “I’m so proud of you,” she said.
Tyler beamed. “We saved her, didn’t we?”
“You did,” Paige kissed his cheek then stood to talk to his parents. “Linda, I’ll get this whole thing straightened out by the end of the week. Is it possible to have the boys stay and take care of these two until then?”
Darryl stepped forward. “We’ll do it. We want to help however we can.”
“Thank you.” Paige smiled. “Sorry about this whole mess. There should be enough milk for the newborn from the last two milkings.”
While Misty called for an ambulance to haul away the sheriff, Sterling knelt by his coach’s side at the other end of the yard. He stayed with the man until he was loaded up and driven away.
Austin penned King and came over to Misty. “That was awesome. What I’d give for that right hook.”
“Well, it probably cost me my job.” Misty rubbed her knuckles.
“With a boss like him, is that really a bad thing?” Austin smiled. “I bet we could find you another?” He looked to Paige.
“Right now, Austin, I don’t think any of us have a job.” Paige felt defeated, but not alone. The whole family stood around her except the one person she expected to be at her side.
Sterling was still at the end of the driveway. The ambulance had left, but he stood there alone, doing something on his cellphone. He looked like he was texting. She thought he cared more about his own family than that. She thought he cared more about her. Obviously, he didn’t.
Austin smiled. “I’d like to stay here and make certain everything has been properly documented on this end, if that’s okay with you, boss.”
“How will you get back?” Paige asked.
“The bus or rent a car. It’s all good,” Austin said with a broad smile.
Paige wondered what had happened to the stiff young man she had brought here.
“Okay,” she said, suddenly feeling exhausted.
Finally, she hugged Sterling’s dad and thanked him for all he’d done.
Mr. Keller’s voice was low. “If Darryl did this, it’s because he thought it was the right thing to do.”
“I understand,” said Paige. “Please, don’t give it another thought. We never should have brought you into this.”
“But I’m glad you did.” His smile encompassed his whole leathery face. “Paige, you stand up to those scallywags and get your goats back. Whatever it takes.”
“I will, and when I do, would you consider having the milking division centered here? I was hoping Darryl could head it up. Maybe we could even buy back the dairy as we expand,” Paige said. “That’s my plan, anyway.”
Mr. Keller seemed to be focused on what was behind her, and Paige peered over her shoulder. Sterling finally pocketed his phone but wasn’t joining the family. His dad said to her, “Don’t let your hopes for him die just yet. If things are right, it’ll work itself out.”
Paige hoped Sterling’s dad wouldn’t be too disappointed that their continuing relationship would be only business because she had no intention of becoming romantically involved with Sterling Keller ever again. She couldn’t imagine what was going through his mind when he didn’t stand up to Newell, and frankly, she didn’t care. She headed to the kitchen door so she wouldn’t have to look at him. “I’d like to leave for Vancouver as soon as possible,” she said to Sterling as she walked away.
“I understand,” he answered.
The ride home was quiet. Every time Paige started to open her mouth, she knew she’d yell at him for not comforting his nephews, for not supporting Misty, and, most of all, for caring what happened to that stupid sheriff.
Halfway home Sterling cleared his throat. “There’s only one lawyer that I know of who’s ever beaten Elaine. I’ll give you his number when we get back.”
He clenched his jaw and said no more.
“What’s going on, Sterling? Talk to me.”
Sterling kept his eyes on the road. “I can’t yet. Not until I know the facts. I’ll figure this out. Trust me.”
That was the problem. She wouldn’t. Never again.
It was twilight when he dropped her off. She took her suitcase from the trunk, and he carried the crates of soap they had finished. After the la
st of the crates were brought in, he dropped off a black duffel bag.
Paige picked it up. It was heavy. “This isn’t mine.”
“Yes, it is. Those are your clothes from the Texas trip.”
“Oh.” Paige let the bag drop to the floor.
He went to kiss her goodbye, but she turned away.
“I understand,” he said. “No means no, right?” He stepped out the door and winked her direction. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
She slammed the door behind him. The house was dark, empty, and she was alone.
Sterling didn’t even drive home. It had taken all his composure not to pull out his cell on the way home and tell Dotty what he thought of her. This was unforgivable. She had promised. The single word text he received right after Coach Newell got sacked, “Incoming,” was too little too late. She hadn’t return his texts or emails since.
He threw the gearshift into park, jumped out of his car and pounded on her front door. Dotty opened it and smiled as if he were an expected guest. She gestured for him to enter. He did, but after two steps, wished he hadn’t.
On Dotty’s pink sofa sat the person he least wanted to see in the entire world. Elaine.
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