Calder Storm (Calder Series #10)by Janet Dailey
With his rugged-cowboy looks, Trey Calder could have his pick of women. But he's been holding out for someone special, and the minute he lays eyes on photographer Sloan Davis, he knows he's found her, and within weeks the two are married. It's a dream/i>/i>
Filled with passion, suspense, heartbreak, and hope, Calder Storm is an enthralling love story.
With his rugged-cowboy looks, Trey Calder could have his pick of women. But he's been holding out for someone special, and the minute he lays eyes on photographer Sloan Davis, he knows he's found her, and within weeks the two are married. It's a dream come true for the orphaned Sloan. . .until Trey makes a startling discovery about just who Sloan is and what she's really after.
Passion turns into suspicion and a dangerous game is set in motion, putting everything the Calders have worked for over the generations on the line. A formidable enemy has been lying in wait. Someone who will use whatever means necessary to control their land, their lives, and their legacy forever. Trey Calder has been trained to take over his family's ranch, to protect what is theirs. Now the time has come for a Calder son to make a stand and hope that his way is the right way. . .
"The passion, spirit and strength readers expect from a Calder storyand a Calder heroshine through. . ." Publishers Weekly on Lone Calder Star
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By JANET DAILEY
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Chapter OneThe afternoon sun was on its downward drift toward the western horizon, throwing its bright light across a vast Montana sky ribboned with wispy mare's-tail clouds. Springtime cloaked the wide plains with its fresh green hues and scented the air with the raw vigor of new life, all sharp and clean.
Jessy Calder breathed in its wild fragrance as she stepped out of the pickup's passenger side. Emblazoned on the truck's door panel was an enlarged version of the Triple C brand. Below it, block letters spelled out the name Calder Cattle Company.
There was little about Jessy Calder that would suggest to an outsider that she was the current head of a ranch that numbered over a million acres within its boundary fences. As usual, the widow of Chase Calder's only son was dressed in cowboy boots, blue jeans, and a brown Stetson hat. A smoothly tailored white blouse was the only exception to typical working attire.
A feathering of lines around her eyes and mouth revealed that she had passed the fifty mark a few years ago, but she had yet to lose her lean, boyish figure. And the silvering of gray in her hair had only the effect of lightening its once dark-honey color.
Without a doubt, Jessy Calder was a handsome woman,indelibly stamped with an aura of calm competence. Much more subtle was the air of authority that emanated from her as well.
Turning, Jessy reached into the truck's cab and collected the western-cut suede jacket lying on the front seat, then closed the passenger door. The freewheeling whine of a semi on the interstate drew her eye to the divided highway. Almost automatically her glance leaped beyond it to the sweep of far-reaching plains that stretched north.
It was a big land, spreading beneath an even bigger sky. Strangers saw monotony in its seeming flatness without discerning its rippling muscles. But Jessy had been born and raised on these lonely, rugged plains. She knew the riches they possessed, and she also knew how harsh and unforgiving they could be.
This was a land that bent to no man's will for long. But for those who chose to live with it, there was a bounty to be had. The continued existence of the Triple C Ranch was proof of that.
Almost with regret, she pulled her gaze away from the wide land and scanned the collection of vehicles parked in the motel's paved lot. The absence of a particular one cut a puzzled crease in her forehead as she joined the tall, lanky cowboy waiting for her at the curb.
He went by the name of Laredo Smith, although Jessy had long known that wasn't his real name, just as she knew he was a man with a past that wouldn't bear scrutiny. Yet she had never attempted to learn his true identity. On the Triple C, people still lived by the codes of the Old West. Foremost among them was the unwritten rule that a man was judged by what he did, not what he had done. And Laredo Smith had proved his loyalty and worth years ago. More than that, she loved the man, something that still slightly amazed her, especially when she recalled how certain she had been that her late husband was the only man she would ever love.
"I don't see Trey's pickup," she said to Laredo, referring to her twenty-four-year-old son and the Triple C heir. "He left the ranch before we did. I thought for sure he'd be here by now."
A smile lit Laredo's blue eyes, the twinkle in them softly chiding. "Tank Willis and Johnny Taylor rode with him. Judging from the tent and sleeping bags I saw piled in the back of Trey's truck, I'm guessing they plan on setting up camp at the fairgrounds. I don't imagine either Johnny or Tank favor the idea of wasting money on a place to sleep when they don't plan on doing much of that this weekend."
"That doesn't exactly surprise me," Jessy said with a wry smile.
"I didn't think it would," Laredo replied easily. "After all, can you think of a better time or place for a bunch of young studs to roar and paw the ground than at the famous Cowboy's Mardi Gras?" Tucking a hand under her arm, he leaned close and whispered near her ear, "Maybe an old stud, too."
Jessy laughed as she was meant to do, but not without a little curl of anticipation at the veiled suggestion in his voice.
A Cowboy's Mardi Gras was the nickname the locals had attached to the annual Miles City Bucking Horse Sale, traditionally held on the third weekend in May. The three-day event was part auction and part rodeo. Owners from across the country brought their rough stock, both broncs and bulls, to Miles City; riders, many of them area cowboys, bucked them out of the chute. Afterward, the animal was auctioned off; those that were rank-cowboy vernacular for bucking hard-were usually sold to rodeo stock contractors for high dollar. The rest went for a considerably cheaper price.
The chance for local cowboys to win prize money in the rodeo arena was a definite draw, and the other festivities held in conjunction with the sale, a parade and street dances among them, doubled its allure. With spring in the air and a long, cold winter behind them, people came from far and wide to cut loose and party, swelling the population of Miles City to twice its size or more.
A couple in their mid-fifties was at the registration desk when Jessy and Laredo entered the motel lobby. With a trace of impatience the man demanded, "Can't you at least check with some of the other motels and find out if they have a room available?"
"Don't need to," the clerk replied. "There isn't a single room to be had in Miles City. In fact, you'll probably have to go a good ways down the road before you'll find a vacancy." The telephone rang, harshly punctuating his statement. The clerk reached for it, dismissing the pair with a rueful but definite, "Sorry." His glance skipped past them to Jessy. "Be right with you, Ms. Calder."
When the frustrated and travel-weary couple moved away from the counter, Jessy took their place while Laredo shifted to one side, propping an elbow on the counter and half-turning to keep an eye on the lobby entrance. With the phone call handled, the clerk laid a registration form and pen in front of Jessy.
"By any chance has my son checked in yet?" she asked.
"I'll register for him, then." Jessy proceeded to fill out the form, pausing only to nod in Laredo's direction. "Laredo will be sharing the room with him, so he'll need a key," she said, then reminded the clerk, "Our reservations called for adjoining rooms."
"That's what you've got," he assured her after checking the computer, then busying himself with programming the electronic key cards. "Did you hear that the weather forecast calls for clear skies all weekend? Those old-timers who claim it always rains on the Bucking Horse Sale are going to be wrong this year."
A crooked smile lifted one corner of Jessy's wide lips. "You're talking to a rancher. As dry as it's been this spring, I wish it was pouring buckets."
"Next year it probably will be." The man shrugged with a touch of resignation.
By the time the check-in process was complete, the lobby was aswirl with new arrivals waiting to register and clutches of guests waiting to be joined by a missing member of their party prior to leaving the motel. A dark-eyed blonde with mascara-thickened lashes separated herself from one of the latter groups and sailed across the lobby to intercept Jessy and Laredo. Jessy recognized the eighteen-year-old girl instantly as Kelly Ramsey, the daughter of a veteran Triple C ranch hand and a direct descendent of one of the original cowboys to work for the brand.
"Hi, Jessy. Hi, Laredo." Her greeting was breezy and familiar. "No rain. Can you believe it? Although heaven knows we need some," she added hurriedly, as if belatedly remembering whom she was addressing.
"That's true," Jessy murmured, casting a glance over the girl's attire. A short tank top bared her middle, and a pair of low-riding jeans with frayed hems hugged her hips and thighs like a drumskin. And the faded jeans jacket she wore did a poor job of providing any show of modesty. But Jessy withheld any comment on Kelly's attire, remembering too well the many arguments over clothes she'd had with her daughter, Laura, Trey's twin sister, during her teen years.
Laredo showed no such restraint, grinning his admonishment. "You're liable to catch cold in that getup tonight."
Kelly laughed, unconcerned. "That's what Daddy said." Her glance quickly darted around and behind them in a searching manner. "Isn't Trey with you?"
"No. He left the ranch before we did," Jessy replied.
"Oh." Disappointment gave the curve of her mouth a downward turn, but only momentarily. Forcing a brightness into her expression, she said, "I'm sure I'll see him at the fairgrounds. We're headed that way now. Catch you later."
She flashed them a parting wave and scooted back to her family. Jessy raised an acknowledging hand to the Ramseys, a gesture they returned before moving en masse toward the door. But Jessy's attention remained on Kelly.
"She has her sights set on Trey, doesn't she," she murmured to Laredo.
"Are you just discovering that?" His smile was rich with amusement.
"You aren't surprised at all." She shook her head in mild dismay at this realization. "Sometimes I think you know more about what's happening on the Triple C than I do."
"That's because you're too busy running it to listen to all the gossip that comes through the range telegraph. Besides, there isn't a single woman in five hundred miles who wouldn't like to throw her loop around your son."
"I just hope he makes the right choice when the time comes." And she hoped it wouldn't be soon. But Jessy knew those decisions weren't hers to make.
"You aren't worried that he'll get fooled into marrying some gold-digger, are you?" Laredo chided. "Don't forget, Trey learned all about feminine wiles from his sister. At one time or another he saw Laura use every trick in her arsenal on some poor, unsuspecting male. When it comes to women, that boy is much wiser than his years."
"True," Jessy agreed. "Did I tell you Laura called last night?"
"No. But you better tell me about it outside," Laredo suggested as more people entered the hotel, familiar faces among them. "This place is getting busier than a bar on Saturday night. We'd better get our bags out of the pickup and up to our rooms before we get trapped in the lobby."
"It isn't that bad." But Jessy didn't object when he steered her through the stream and out the door, giving her only enough time to exchange nods and brief hellos with those she knew.
Moving to her right shoulder, Laredo asked, "So how's the new bride doing?"
"Laura's doing well, and still sounding very much like a bride. Nearly every other sentence started with 'Sebastian said' or 'Sebastian suggested.'"
"I think it's called love," he teased as they crossed to the ranch pickup.
Jessy ignored the playful gibe. "I'm just glad she's happy. I only wish that she lived closer. England is half a continent and an ocean away."
"You and Cat both are dealing with an empty nest, aren't you?" Laredo remarked astutely. Cat was Jessy's sister-in-law, Catherine Calder Echohawk. Widowed almost a year ago, Cat had moved back to the Triple C to look after her aging father, Chase Calder. "First your Laura gets married in November. Then her Quint ties the knot in April. Now you're wondering if Trey will be next." As he reached into the truck bed for his duffel bag, he looked up and paused, sliding a dry glance at Jessy. "Speak of the devil."
With a nod of his head, Laredo directed her attention to the pickup just pulling into the motel lot. Three cowboys sat shoulder to shoulder in the cab, their faces shadowed by the hats they wore and the dim interior. But Jessy easily picked out her son from the others even before they piled out of the pickup after it pulled up at the motel entrance.
Standing six feet, three inches, he was easily taller than the average man, wide in the shoulders and chest, yet youthfully lean and supple, with a rider's looseness about him. One look at his deep-set eyes and rawboned face and there was no doubt he was a Calder. That hard vitality was like a tribal stamp.
At his birth, Jessy had proudly named him Chase Benteen Calder after his grandfather and the family patriarch. His great-great-grandfather had carried the same name, the Calder who had formed the Triple C Ranch more than a century and a quarter ago. Within weeks of his namesake's birth, the baby was dubbed "Trey Spot," which was soon shortened. He'd been called Trey ever since.
As Trey swung his long frame toward Jessy, he was hailed by Kelly Ramsey. "Mind if I ride with you to the fairgrounds, Trey?"
Laredo was quick to detect the wary tensing of Trey's body, but the smile was easy, without the coolness of rejection. "Sorry. There's no room. I've got Tank and Johnny with me."
His response was clearly not the one she wanted to hear. She wavered for an instant, as if assessing the odds of changing his mind, then showed some wisdom and accepted his answer with good grace.
"No problem," she said, already taking the first retreating steps back to the Ramseys' double-cab pickup. "I'll see you later."
Trey was quick to turn away and shoot a glance at Laredo. It was one of those man-to-man looks that conveyed his utter lack of interest in the girl and his relief at avoiding her company. Laredo dipped his head down, hiding a smile, as Trey loped over to them.
"Did you two just drive in?" he asked when he joined them.
"We've been here long enough to check in." Jessy eyed her tall, strapping son with a mixture of affection and quiet pride.
"I guess that means all I have to do is pick up a key." His grin had a reckless and carefree quality to it that spoke of his youth.
When Trey reached over and took the suitcase from Jessy, she surrendered it without objection-this from a woman who staunchly believed everyone should pull his or her own weight, making no exceptions for either status or sex. But here was a son helping his mother, not an ordinary ranch hand carrying his boss's luggage.
Trey made a quick visual check of the truck bed, verifying that there were no more bags to be retrieved. "Gramps decided to stay home, did he?"
"Like he said," Laredo answered, "someone needed to stay behind and keep an eye on things at the ranch." He made no mention of the comment Chase Calder had added, saying matter-of-factly, "There's not much point in me going, anyway. All my contemporaries are either in rest homes or the cemetery."
"As crowded and noisy as it's likely to be, I couldn't imagine Gramps coming, but I don't put anything past him." Mixed in with the easy affection in Trey's voice was a deep note of respect for his grandfather.
It was hardly surprising. Following his father's death when Trey was barely more than a toddler, Chase had stepped in to fill the role. At an early age, Trey had learned from his grandfather that as a Calder, he would be held to a higher standard. Like it or not, he would be expected to work longer, be smarter, and fight rougher than anyone else. No favor would be shown to him, no concessions made, and no special privileges granted because he was the son and heir. On the contrary, the reverse would be true. During his growing-up years, Trey was often assigned the dirtiest and hardest jobs, the rankest horses in the string, and the longest hours. Any problems he encountered along the way were his to solve. If he found himself in trouble, he was expected to fight his way out of it with his fists or his wits.
Trey had never really known the fine line his mother and grandfather had walked to push him as hard as they dared without pushing too far and breaking his spirit. It was all preparation for the day when he would take control of the Triple C.
It had been no easy job to carve out a ranch the size of some eastern states back in the days of the Old West, and in these modern times, it would be no easy job to keep it. Some in Trey's place might have shrunk from the pressure of that job, but he had always viewed it as a challenge he was eager to tackle. Maybe that was due to the way Chase had put it to him, or the belief he sensed that his mother and grandfather had in him that he could do it.
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Janet Dailey's first book-a Harlequin romance-was published in 1976. Since then she has written more than 100 novels and become the third largest-selling female author in the world, with 300 million copies of her books sold in nineteen languages in ninety-eight countries. She is known for her strong, decisive characters, her extraordinary ability to recreate a time and a place, and her unerring courage to confront important, controversial issues in her stories.
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In Montana, Trey Calder, heir to the Calder Cattle Company and its vast Triple C Ranch, meets photographer Sloan Davis at the Miles City Bucking Horse Sale known locally as the ¿Cowboys Mardi Gras¿. The pair is attracted immediately to one another and sees each other even after everyone has left Miles City for their homes. After a short courtship and a warm welcome to the family-less newcomer, they both know they are in love and marry.------------- Paradise collapses shortly after Sloan learns she is pregnant as each soon finds a reason to distrust the other. Trey has found about a secret that Sloan kept from him about her past, a link to Fort Worth¿s Maresco CEO, Max Rutledge, who blames the Calders for the death of his son. Sloan begins to hear that Trey is having an affair, drug trafficking, and the family plans to bury her reputation with dirt including some that is made up if they fail to uncover enough to do a real nasty spin.----------------- Though a bit slow paced, the latest Calder saga tale grips fans of the series due to the heat, passion, and anger between the fifth generation and the outsider orphan. Rutledge provides a powerful realistic threat as he gradually spreads his venom while the support cast, mostly family members and of course the Big Sky Country, add depth to the best entry in several years.----------- Harriet Klausner
This is one of my favorite newer versions of the Calder family saga. It keeps you interested in what will happen next and ends in the only type of ending it could have. I have read this book many times and never get tired of it. A GOOD READ
Benteen and Lorna had Webb in 1878 / 1879, Webb was 30+ when Benteen died. You give the impressions that Webb and Lillie had Chase in the early 1900s, and he is still around. This books gives the impression that it is up-to-date. And you don't ever write about of Lorna, who helped develop the CCC when you write of the granddaughters, Kathleen and Laura. What gives??? Don't miss understand me, I LOVE the Calder series, but you killed off the former monarchs of the CCC except Chase in the next book. When he was beatup and left for dead he had to be nearly 70, but yet here he is still going in this 9th book of the series. Keep them coming, but Chase should be dead by now. Ever so often I go back and find my Calder series and start over. A dedicated reader.
i like the story of logan and cat, but cannot stand how the author is taking the rest of the family. what a completely uninteresting story. i found myself annoyed by what the characters are doing. i know it's fiction but come on. i shouldn't be annoyed by these characters that i'm supposed to be liking and relating to. the end was especially ridiculous. the family treats sloan like crap, then in the end, trey and sloan are back together without talking any thing over. at all. how completely ridiculous. books like this give romance a bad name.