territory, not even when anyone could see the two of you are from different worlds. Guess youâre free then.â
Jenny started to protest, but the man didnât stop to draw a breath.
âMy nameâs Chester, by the way. The boys call me Harry on account of Chest. You know, Chest, Hairyââ
âIâm sorry, butââ
âNot that thereâs any problem. With my chest, I mean. I got just the right amount of hair. You got nothing to worry about with me. I got me n-o-o defects. Just a regular kind of guy. Thatâs me.â
âIâm sure youâre a fine man,â Jenny moved a platter of toast squares to the back of the table. Sheâd take those over to the kitchen and make some new ones. She looked up at Chester. âBut Iâm too busy right now to visit.â
âMaybe later?â
âThereâll be cleanup later. Dishes.â
The rancher looked dismayed. âI suppose I could help, even though with the touch of arthritis I get in my jointsâwell, Iâm likely to be more trouble than good to you.â
Jenny looked up and smiled. âIâll do fine with the dishes. Thanks anyway.â
The barn door opened this time to a loud grumbling noise. A steady stream of frigid air blew into the barn making the pink streamers hanging from the beams start to sway.
The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees, but no one complained about the cold. Everyone was looking at the three unkempt men who reluctantly stomped into the barn, swearing as they were forced by their captors to come inside.
Jenny recognized two of the three men who were holding the shoulders of the prisoners. Garth Elkton was one. His top ranch hand was another. The third man, a stranger who obviously hadnât been to the dance because he wasnât in a suit, seemed to be in charge.
Jenny looked past all those men and saw nothing but the snow falling in the black night outside. The teenage boys had come inside minutes ago. The ranch hands all seemed to be back. Men and women were giving each other quick hugs of relief. A dusting of snow had settled on the walkway outside the barn and it was covered with a score or more of large boot prints. There were no other figures standing in the doorway waiting to come inside.
âThat Buckwalter fella must be still parking the busâif thatâs who youâre looking for,â the rancher who had stood at the table offered quietly. âHe was the only one who knew how to drive the bus after the kids stripped the gears. Guess itâs on account of him flying planes. We would have had to walk back if it werenât for him. He nursed the bus all the way back. Heâs not a bad guy for a rich man.â
Then a final man appeared in the doorway and Jenny relaxed. Robert. I mean, she corrected herself, Mr. Buckwalter, was back safe. âNo, heâs not a bad guy.â
âI wish you luck with him,â the rancher offered quietly.
âOh, no, Iâm notâI mean thereâs no needââ
Just then Jenny heard the cell phone ring. The ring was faint and hard to hear over the talking of the ranchers and teenagers. She remembered Mrs. Buckwalter making a call so she assumed the older woman still had the phone and she was right.
âThis is for you,â Mrs. Buckwalter shouted to Jenny as she moved through the couples who were now brushing snow off of each other. The older woman was weaving between couples and getting closer to the refreshment table but she continued to yell, âSomething about a pudding order thatâs lateââ
Jenny winced. She was a full ten yards away from Robert. But she could hear his low chuckle over the murmured conversation of everyone else.
âTell your sister hi,â Robert called over to her. âAnd tell her I want a case of chocolate pudding with sprinkles if they have such a thing.â
âYour sister sells pudding, dear?â Mrs.