Rocky Mountain Haven

Chapter Twenty

Gabe exited the hardware store and literally bumped into his cousin.

Daniel caught him by the shoulders, steadying them both. “Hey, you want to bounce, try the trampoline at the rec hall.”

At that moment, bouncing anything but his fists off a firm surface was the last thing on his mind. Gabe pulled his thoughts away from his lingering exasperation to concentrate fully on Daniel. “I didn’t expect to see you for another couple weeks. How’s calving going?”

There was a trace of cow shit on Daniel’s boots, dark streaks of mud along the cuffs of his jeans. His eyes were tired but he still managed to look insanely happy. “Typical April chaos. I’m in town for fifteen minutes on a supply run before diving back into the fray. You bastard—taking it easy right now, aren’t you? Your family did the hard labour back in February. You’ve got nothing to do but wait for the fields to thaw before seeding.”

Waiting. Waiting. That was all Gabe felt he was doing. A sigh escaped before he could stop it. “Yeah, I’m living a life of fucking leisure. I should drop in at the Queen’s for tea.”

A furrow appeared between Daniel’s eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Daniel planted a hand on his shoulder and pushed hard enough to make Gabe rock on his feet, moving him out of the path of the front doors. “Bullshit. You’ve been MIA for the past while, and it’s not just that you’re busy. We’re all busy. I still usually see you a few times a month. Spit it out.”

Gabe wasn’t about to spill the entire story in the middle of the street. “You’re extra busy these days. The Coleman rumor mill says your lady keeps you hopping.”

The glow of happiness lighting Daniel’s face would have made the twist of jealousy in Gabe’s gut sharper if he wasn’t honestly damn pleased for his cousin.

“Beth is…” Daniel closed his mouth and shook his head, his grin growing wider by the second.

“That good, eh?”

“Better.” Daniel pulled himself from his love-struck musings, turning his focus on Gabe again. “You still didn’t answer me, though. I know something’s happened.”

Gabe snorted. “Now you’re gonna be a psychiatrist as well as a coach? Isn’t it enough that you’ve changed your life over the past months? Just like you said you would?”

“The plan, if I recall right, was for both of us to change our lives. What happened with all your ideas? Still working on them?”

“You could say that.” He’d shared some of his musings with Daniel. It had been nerve racking but positive to bounce ideas off someone else. And now it seemed it was all for nothing.

Comprehension spread slowly over Daniel’s face. “Uncle Ben causing you grief?”

It wasn’t the time. It wasn’t the place. Still, hell if Gabe knew when they’d get a chance to talk, and he really wanted to unload, bad. “You know my dad and I don’t see things the same way. He found a bunch of my mail in his mailbox—flyers and shit about the organic stuff I’ve been researching. He took it as an insult and tore a strip off me. ‘The ranch isn’t some goddamn experiment for a bunch of granola-eating hippy freaks.’ I’m to do as I’m told—like some wet-behind-the-ears schoolboy.”

Daniel leaned back against the concrete side of the building. “Damn shame. It sounded like you were on to something.”

That was the kicker. “I am on to something. I’m not giving up, just…taking it slower.”

“But I thought you said—”

Gabe shook his head. “I’ve gotta step back for a while, it’s true. It’s not worth pushing him and making things worse, not with Rafe still living at home. And Dad is right—it’s officially his land and he is in charge. Doesn’t mean I can’t do my damnedest to get things ready for the time I can buy him out. Or by some miracle, make him see things in a new light.”

Gabe had spent enough time worrying and poking at the problem to know the ranch had to change. But fighting his father and tearing apart his family more by antagonizing the man was counter to part of what he hoped to accomplish. A thriving ranch and an intact family.

Didn’t make the regrets less that he had to put his dreams aside just as he felt he was making some progress.

Daniel’s smile returned, curling his lips and lighting his eyes. “Well, you son of gun. You’re doing it.”

“Doing what?”

“Meeting the challenge.” Daniel poked him in the chest.

Gabe stood there for a moment, wondering what the hell his cousin was talking about. Maybe his brain was still numb from the long winter, because it took the longest time for realization to trickle through as Daniel stared him down, silently waiting for him to put the puzzle pieces together.

Waiting? Motionless? He’d been choked because his delay in plans felt as if he’d gone back to his old drifting ways. The cold pain he’d felt since New Year’s deadening his senses. But…this wasn’t drifting. It was more like holding back the floodwaters or containing energy in a battery. Storing up the power to release it when it would best be used.

Another thump shook him from his meditations. He blinked hard and concentrated on Daniel. His familiar face was right there, expectation written all over it.

“Damn it, you’re right,” Gabe confessed.

Daniel raised a brow. “And you say that like it’s a total surprise.”

Gabe snorted. “Bastard.”

“Nope—you know my parents were married. Asshole? I’ll accept asshole.”

They exchanged grins and slapped each other on the shoulder before pacing in opposite directions, returning to their own tasks.

Their challenge wasn’t finished—not for either of them. Daniel, from what he’d seen, was a lot closer to reaching an end. But…that was okay. Moving forward in life wasn’t a race to the finish line.

Gabe took a deep breath of the springtime air and headed back to his truck with a far lighter heart than he’d had for a long time.