Iâm doing!â He glared at Geronimo with one sightless eye. âHey, Ronnie, make me a drink, will you? Youâre the only one puts in enough tequila.â
âItâs time for your lunch, dear,â Vashti protested.
âItâs time for a drink,â Patrick grunted. âAnyone else want one?â
âThereâll be wine at lunch,â Vashti said with a pained frown.
âWeâll drink with you, Dad,â said Shea, and moved over to the bar opposite the beehive fireplace, which was faced by several heavy leather chairs and a massive couch. Christinaâs piano faced the window.
Patrick reached out. Quickly, Tracy took his hand. âYou back for good, honey? Got enough breathing those exhaust fumes?â
âI can stay till youâre up and rambunctious again. I sublet my apartment and quit the paper, though theyâll buy some features.â
âI never could fathom why you wanted to take such a job anyway,â Vashti grimaced with a shake of her head that made jade earrings swing. âPoking into grubby places, meeting weird peopleââ
âYes,â agreed Tracy. âSome of those society weddings and benefit galas were pretty weird. I like doing an occasional article, but Iâve decided to concentrate on childrenâs books. Mostly photos with a little text.â
âI canât think what youâll find to photograph around here,â said Vashti with a lift of dark eyebrows.
âWhy, thereâs horses and cows!â roared Patrick. âNothing on Godâs earth prettier than a little foal. And vaqueros mounted up, cattle in good graze, mesquites greening after a hard winter, a full water tank after a rainâwhere you going to find things better than that?â
âNow, darling, donât get all worked up,â soothed Vashti. âMost children live in cities, you know. I should expect them to be more interested in sports, moon flights, things like that.â
âI did some market research at libraries in Houston, seeing what kids actually read, rather than what adults thought they should.â Tracy laughed, squeezing Patrickâs hand. âThe age Iâm thinking of was very big on dinosaurs.â
âThen Gila monsters and chuckwallas ought to go over real big,â chortled Patrick. Tracy stepped back so Geronimo could put a glass in his hand and the old rancher peered uselessly toward the young men. âYou lads got your drinks?â
âYou bet,â said Geronimo, taking an iced beer from Shea, who held its twin.
âYou, Tracy?â
âIâll just have a sip of yours, Patrick.â
He lifted the amber Mexican glass, iceless since he claimed that was the only way to drink tequila. âHappy days!â
âHappy days,â echoed the young men.
Tracy bent to drink from her great-uncleâs glass. âHappy days,â she told him.
He moved his thumb against her cheek. âIâve missed you, honey. Glad youâre back.â
She kissed him in answer. He looked exhausted. Vashti took charge, straightening the coverlet. âIâll send up a tray, dear, after youâve had a little rest. If the rest of you will come down, Henri should have lunch ready.â
âNo offense to Henry,â muttered Patrick. âBut tell Concha to rustle me up some steak and biscuits. And a bowl of chili or posole if sheâs got some made.â
âOh, sheâll have some,â predicted Vashti irritably. âThe only reason we keep her is to cook for you.â
âBest reason there is,â Shea remarked. He clasped his fatherâs hand. âSee you later, Dad.â
âListen, boy, we need to have a talk.â The old man almost clung to his sonâs scarred hand. âJudd tells me youâre not running a single head of cattle on El Charco. Or on the grazing lease!â
âSounds like for once Juddâs got the straight