The Boston Debutante (The Debutante Series Book 1) (2 page)

“Well I will let you go so I can give the airline a call and see when I can get a ticket. I’ll call you and let you know when I will fly in.”

Macy hung up and went to take a shower before she met Michael for diner. Michael was her part time boyfriend. Her parents had more or less chosen him for her. His parents were in their social click and they had made an agreement that
they would be married when they were ready.

Macy spent all the time she could at the country club. She loved to golf and play tennis. She worked out in their gym
almost every day and you could tell it when you looked at her. Macy didn’t have any fat on her. In fact even her legs were trim.

Beth loved
going to the Club and exercising with Macy. She wanted to make sure she stayed as fit as Macy so she could continue to look like her. This was good for Beth for it forced her to watch what she ate. She supposed that if one day Macy got fat she would to.  

Sometimes when Beth had time she would meet Macy there and play a round of golf. 

Beth was the one friend she could depend on to keep her mind off her problems. She had a funny personality and she could make Macy laugh when she was down.

The young guys really liked it when the two of them played tennis together.
When the two of them were out on the court it always drew a crowd of the young men. Occasionally older men would watch too when their wives weren’t with them. They always wore their white tennis outfits with the short skirts which never failed to draw crowds of bachelors. Any one of them would die for the chance of taking either one of them out.

Michael planned to meet Macy at the country club and she was looking forward to telling him about her trip to Texas. 

She had been going with Michael for some time but they hadn’t really gotten serious in their relationship.

He was from another upper class family in Boston. Never having to worry about anything he was as spoiled as Macy was. He drove a BMW sports car and you very seldom saw him without the top down and his blonde hair blowing in the breeze. He always had on a white tennis outfit with his sweater tied around his neck. He thought he was God’s gift to women.

He had given her the indication several times that he wanted to take their relationship to a higher level but he had never committed.

Macy had made up her mind that she wasn’t going to get serious till he got his Law Practice set up. She liked him some days and other days she just thought he was shallow and self-centered.

At dinner she told Michael of her plans to go to visit her Aunt in Texas for a while. 

He reluctantly agreed that it would be best for her.

He knew she was having a hard time living in that big house alone. He had even suggested she have one of her friends move in with her. 

He also suggested she get a housekeeper to keep the house up. 

The house was worth about thirteen million dollars and it was starting to show the like of care.

Macy knew nothing about keeping the house up and Michael knew she needed someone to take care of some of the repairs.

He even suggested she sell the house and get an apartment. Macy found every excuse she could for not selling the house.

She
got a reservation to fly out early the next morning.

From Dallas she had to catch a train to the small town near her aunt
’s ranch.

As soon as everything was confirmed she called her aunt back and told her the schedule.

The next morning Miss Maude sat at the breakfast with Turk and Megan while they ate.

“Kids I have something to tell you.”

“Mom, don’t call us kids, we are grown adults.”

She looked at Turk and laughed.

“Turk you like a long way being grown up. You will always be kids to me.

Megan you remember we talked one day about Macy, your cousin that lives in Boston.

Megan shook her head.

“Yes I remember us talking about her. You told me all about how she always got everything she ever wanted, why?” 

“She is coming out to visit us? I called and talked to her for a long time yesterday.  She is really having a rough time getting over her parents deaths. After I practically begged her she finally agreed to come out here to visit. 

Megan y
ou told me you weren’t interested in the ranch and she would be a good one to take over it. She has a good business head because she runs a multimillion corporation. 

She is going to be in today around noon on the train from Dallas.

Turk I want you to ride into town and meet her.

It is going to take a little while to get a buggy there to pick her up and I don’t want her to be in town alone.  I want you to keep her company till Roy gets there with the buggy.”

“Ok I guess I can get away long enough to ride into town. Why can’t I drive the truck, it would be easier?”

“No Turk I want her to experience the west first hand.”

“Mom you are going to run her off before she gets here.”

“No I wo
n’t. When she sees you she will want to stay.”

“Mom, don’t say things like that. How will I know what she looks like?”

“Don’t worry she will be easy to recognize. She will be the prettiest girl at the train station about your age and looks like she doesn’t belong out here.

More
than likely she will be dressed in something like they wear in the big city; you know heels and probably a dress or business looking suit.

The last time I saw her she was small so I don’t know how she looks now.”

“Well if she doesn’t look like she belongs here she probably doesn’t. The west is no place for a city girl”

“Well young man you better be respectful to her. She has had a rough time of it and I think it is up to us to show her a little compassion. We have to make her feel like she is with family.
I want you to make her feel like she belongs here and Megan can make sure she dresses like one of us.

She doesn’t know anything about the west so we are going to have to see to it she feels welcome so I want both of you to be on your best behavior around her. She has never been around people like us
and you know how that can be.”

Megan was excited that finally she would have another young person she could
talk to and hang around with. Macy is about twenty-six but Megan didn’t mind.

Megan didn’t have a chance to go into town very often to hang around the friends that she went to school with. She spent most of her time working on the ranch.

Turk got up and went to the stable to saddle his horse. He slid on his tight jeans he always wore and one of his western shirts that he liked to wear.

Before he left he strapped on his sidearm.

In Texas in the summer time they had to be careful of riding up on rattlesnakes so a gun came in handy. His horse was used to Turk firing his gun off of his back but he didn’t like rattle snakes at all. He would bolt at the sight of one. 

Everyone that was riding a horse that time a year had a sidearm.

Turk rode out toward town as soon as he got his horse saddled. He knew he would be lucky to get there before the train. If Macy got there before him she would be scared not having anybody to pick her up.

He knew she would be safe but the young men in town like
d to check out any new young woman that happened into town. He had been guilty of that himself a few times.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

         
CHAPTER II

     
MACY ARRIVES IN TOWN

Macy stepped off the train with expectations of the old west that she had read so much about in books. She expected to see cowboys walking up and down the streets or on their horses with guns strapped on their side. Instead she saw cars and trucks going up and down the streets. People were walking around in regular leisure
and work clothes.

Macy got her baggage off the ramp and stood looking for her aunt to show up and take her to the ranch.

She was hoping she would be able to recognize her aunt. She hadn’t seen her since she was little even though she talked to her all the time on the phone.

A breeze was blowing out of the west fluffing her light brown hair. Her hair was soft and hung down to her shoulder blades.

Diamonds were hanging from her neck and arms shining like bright lights in the sun. Earrings were dangling from her ears.

She had on a monogrammed vest over her white top. She had dressed as if she was going to a dinner theater or even a business meeting in New York.

Her parents had Pictures of her aunt when she was young and she wondered if she still looked the same. She was hoping she hadn’t changed too much or she wouldn’t recognize her. She noticed several guys standing on the other side of the street looking at her. They didn’t seem like a threat so she wasn’t too worried but she was going to stay close to the station office just in case.

Turk rode into town on his horse setting high in his saddle.

He had an air of confidence about him anytime he rode. He felt like the King of his domain.

Some of the town’s people stopped and watched him pass as his horse’s hoofs made a clopping sound on the pavement.
When he rode through town people stopped to watch him pass. He was the son after all to the owner of the largest ranch in the area.

Turk
rode up to the train station and climbed out of the saddle, took his hand and pushed his Stetson back on his forehead.

His eyes had a twinkle to them and he had a crocked smile on his face as he tied his horse to a hitching post.

Macy watched him ride up as she thought to herself, “Now that’s what a real cowboy is supposed to look like.”

He spotted the young girl standing on the loading ramp of the train station by
herself and knew right away that she had to be Macy Collins.

She was standing awkwardly in her heels holding her bags at her side while she looked around trying to avoid eye contact with Turk. 

Turk knew right away she was from the city. 

No country girl would dare wear a short
tight skirt and high-heeled shoes in that part of the country with all this sun and sand.

She looked as if she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine. The skirt helped to define her well-shaped hips.

Her makeup was done with perfect care and she had jewelry hanging from her neck and ears that gave a special sparkle about her that seemed to burn into Turks eyes.

He could see the Boston upbringing on her face. She had a beautiful stuck up young lady look.

Her Ivy League clothes gave her a confident young woman look. 

The girls out west wore jeans, boots or skintight leather pants. They very seldom wore any makeup. Some of them should really use some to. 

Macy finally couldn’t avoid it as he was walking right at her. She made eye contact as she stood there looking at him with a curious look on her face. She had never seen a real cowboy up close before. 

He had on a western shirt with small boots embroidered across the front. 

Fringe hung from the front of the shirt and the sleeves.

He wore tight fitting jeans that showed his manhood bulging in the front and cowboy boots with spurs on his feet.

On his side was strapped his 44 magnum revolver with purl handles.

She swallowed hard as she realized he was about to speak to her. He was so big and fearsome looking she wanted to run away
screaming at the top of her lungs. He was towering over her as her head came about his shoulders with her heels on.

He ask
ed, “Ma’am would you happen to be Miss. Macy Collins?”

He stared into her dark blue eyes with his cold steel blue ones. He could tell that his stare was making her uncomfortable
. Hell she made him uncomfortable. He cast his stare over her shoulder as he waited on an answer.

She looked at the big gun on his side curiously and reluctantly replied, “Y…es I am.”

A broad smile filled his face. They said you would be easy to recognize.”

Macy’s
cheeks turned red and she blushed all the way to her toes as she looked up in his eyes and replied, “Thank you.”

“Your aunt sent me here to meet you. She said I wouldn’t have any trouble finding you. Just look for the prettiest
girl in town’s what she said.  She was right.”

Macy wanted to crawl under the dock. No man that looked like him had ever flirted her.

“I thought my Aunt was going to be the one picking me up.”

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