Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders 15)

Brandt drained his coffee. “Ain’t gonna get any easier if we put it off. I’ll call Carson, Tell, you call Cal, and Dalton call Charlie.” Then Brandt pulled out his cell phone.

“Wait a second. What are we supposed to stay? That Casper is dead and we’ll be in touch?” Dalton asked.

“He has a point, Brandt.”

“Let them know that’s all the information we have for now, we haven’t even been to the funeral home yet.”

Dead dead dead dead dead.

“I don’t have Uncle Charlie’s number,” Dalton said.

Tell read off the number and Dalton punched it in. Brandt had wandered into the living room, so Dalton headed to his bedroom.

His Uncle Charlie picked up on the fourth ring. “Yeah, who’s this?”

“It’s Dalton, Uncle Charlie.”

A beat passed.

“I apologize for calling so early, but we got word this morning that Casper had another stroke.”

“Is he okay?”

“No. He’s uh…” Dead dead dead dead dead.

“He…passed on?”

“Yep. The hospital called Brandt so we’re letting everyone know.”

“Ah hell, Dalton, I’m sorry for you boys. I truly am.”

Dalton figured he’d better get used to accepting condolences. “Thanks, Uncle Charlie. I’ll pass that along to my brothers.”

“You do that. So Carson and Cal…?”

“Brandt and Tell are letting them know as we speak.”

“Good. Is there anything we can do?”

“Not right now. We’ll be in touch soon, okay?”

“Sure. Don’t hesitate to call on any of us, if you need us.”

“Thank you.”

He sat on the edge of the bed. Talk about feeling disjointed. None of it seemed real. And he knew it’d get a lot more surreal in the upcoming days. He needed to be grounded. Almost without conscious thought he called Rory.

Resting his elbows on his knees, he waited for her to pick up.

“Hey, handsome. A phone call from you is a great way to start my day.”

Dalton had such a sense of relief just from hearing her voice that a lump clogged his throat.

“I missed you last night. I wish we were kissing each other goodbye at the door right now.”

Me too.

His nonresponse tipped her off. “Omigod. What’s wrong?”

He cleared his throat. “Casper had a fatal stroke last night.”

“Dalton. I’m sorry. When did you hear?”

“Brandt and Tell are here.”

“So you’re not alone?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, baby, I know you’re in shock. And I wish I could be there with you—”

“Don’t worry about it. You have a ton goin’ on at work right now and I’m not sure what all we’ll be doin’ today anyway. I just needed…” You.

“I can get an emergency day—”

“I appreciate it, Rory. I don’t want you to waste your time when I don’t know what’ll happen.”

“But you will keep in contact with me today? Promise.”

“I promise. And, uh, thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” She paused. “I’m glad you called me.”

“You’re the first person I thought of.”

“Sweetheart. Take care of yourself today until I can come and take care of you later.”

“Okay.”

Dalton hung up. He looked at the rumpled sheets. He wanted to crawl back in bed and yank the covers over his head. Dealing with this shit was gonna suck.

But he returned to the kitchen to make plans with his brothers.

Four hours later they were in Casper’s room at the rehab hospital. No time for grieving as far as the hospital was concerned; they needed the room. They provided boxes and asked if Brandt, Tell and Dalton needed help packing up. But there wasn’t much of anything. Some clothes, a Bible, a few notepads, toiletries and the bedding.

After they loaded the stuff in Brandt’s truck, they drove to Casper’s apartment. At some point Brandt had called Casper’s pastor and he agreed to meet them there.

Dalton hadn’t ever stepped foot in the place and he really didn’t want to be here now. When Brandt and Tell asked his opinion on what should be done with the furnishings, he suggested donating it all to the church. He knew his brothers thought he was being sarcastic, but he wasn’t and was forced to explain. Someone needed this stuff a lot more than any of them did, it didn’t hold sentimental value and Casper would’ve preferred that anyway.

Pastor Joneki arrived. He immediately prayed for God to give them strength in their time of grieving.

Then they sat at the kitchen table and the pastor opened a folder. “I have your father’s funeral plans here as well as how he’d like his belongings distributed.

Dalton exchanged a look with Brandt and Tell.

Brandt spoke. “When did he make those arrangements?”

“Last year. After he had a mild stroke.”

“When did that happen?” Tell demanded. “Because we didn’t hear nothin’ about it.”

“As was Casper’s preference. He spent two days in the hospital and was released. As his spiritual counselor I wasn’t allowed to divulge that information.” He smiled benevolently.

Dalton bit back a nasty question about how much having a spiritual counselor cost Casper each week in the collection plate. But Pastor Joneki didn’t look like the conman religious type. An aura of…comfort surrounded him.

“We’d appreciate anything you can tell us now,” Brandt said.

“The stroke scared him. From my understanding, his stake in his family ranch had already been dealt with. I’ve not seen a copy of his will, so I’ve no idea what that entails.”

At least Casper hadn’t been able to give his stake to the church because no doubt the man would’ve done it just to spite his brothers and his sons.

“And so you know I’m on the up and up and didn’t in any way coerce Casper into his generosity, he had this list notarized before he brought it to me and then we had it notarized afterward.” He smiled again. “It’s in everyone’s best interests to make sure everything is official. So let’s deal with the items he’s donating to the church.” The pastor set the list in the center of the table and they all leaned closer to look at it.

Bottom line: he’d left everything to the church. So Dalton had gotten his wish in not having to deal with rummaging through his dad’s stuff.