PART 1: MY DAUGHTER CHANGED THE GATE CODE<\/p>\n
After my husband died, my daughter locked me out of my own 300-acre cattle ranch in Wyoming. She told me through the gate speaker that I could come home once I gave her husband power of attorney. So I pulled my truck off the road, ate my ham sandwich, and called the man my husband had made me promise to call.<\/p>\n
That morning, I\u2019d driven to the Safeway in Sheridan. By the time I got home, the eggs were warming on the passenger seat, and I was already thinking about what I\u2019d make for supper. I leaned out of my Ford and entered the code Russ and I had used for forty years. It was our wedding date.<\/p>\n
The light flashed red.<\/p>\n
\u201cI changed it, Mom,\u201d Kristy said through the speaker. \u201cWe\u2019ve talked about this. You\u2019re seventy-nine. You shouldn\u2019t be out here by yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen the gate, honey.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBrett and I spoke to a lawyer. Once you sign the power of attorney, you can come home. He\u2019ll take care of the ranch and the cattle sale.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought I\u2019d misheard her. \u201cWhat cattle sale?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe already has a buyer. You\u2019ll have an allowance, Mom. A good one.\u201d<\/p>\n
My name is Dolores Kincaid. In 1974, Russ and I bought that ranch outside Buffalo with money borrowed from his uncle and a handshake at the bank. We raised two daughters, three hundred head of Black Angus, and enough orphan calves in the kitchen that I stopped buying rugs for it. Russ welded the gate himself in 1981. There was a little bump on the top rail where he\u2019d gone back over a weld, and I could see it from my truck.<\/p>\n
Russ died in March after three years of dialysis. Twice a week, I drove him ninety miles each way. Kristy and Brett came for the funeral and stayed two weeks. Brett sold farm equipment up in Billings, so it seemed natural enough when he started walking the property with a clipboard and a tape measure. I\u2019d thanked him for taking an interest.<\/p>\n
Then his voice came through the speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cDolores, Russ left debts you don\u2019t know about. The equipment needs replacing. If I don\u2019t sell the herd now, you\u2019ll lose everything by spring. Sign the paper and let the adults handle it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I\u2019d helped calve heifers in a blizzard the previous February. I could have told him that, but I was tired of talking into a box. I backed away from the gate and parked under the big cottonwood where Russ used to leave the stock trailer.<\/p>\n
I unwrapped my sandwich and poured coffee from my thermos. That was when I remembered a drive home from dialysis the previous November. We were outside Kaycee, and Russ had been quiet for almost an hour. As the sun dropped behind the Bighorns, he turned his head and asked me to make him a promise.<\/p>\n
If anyone ever locked me out of the ranch, I was to call Amos Redcloud.<\/p>\n
PART 2: THE CALL RUSS TOLD ME TO MAKE<\/p>\n
\u201cWho on earth would lock me out of my own ranch?\u201d I\u2019d asked Russ that evening outside Kaycee.<\/p>\n
He kept his eyes on me until I stopped smiling. \u201cPromise me, Dolly. If it ever happens, call Amos first.\u201d<\/p>\n
Amos Redcloud had lived south of us for fifty years. He was eighty-four by then, and he and Russ had been branding calves together since 1975. They could spend a whole afternoon fixing a fence and come back with hardly a word between them. If Amos said he\u2019d be there at daylight, you could have the coffee ready at daylight.<\/p>\n
I found his number under \u201cAmos (fence).\u201d He answered on the second ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cDolly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKristy\u2019s locked me out. Russ told me to call you.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment, all I could hear was the faint sound of a television. Then Amos turned it down.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said you might,\u201d he told me. I heard his chair scrape. \u201cStay where you are, Dolly. Keep that phone handy and leave their papers alone. I have to go to the bank in Buffalo first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s at the bank?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRuss put something in my safe deposit box. He made me promise to leave it there until you called and told me what you just did.\u201d<\/p>\n
After he hung up, I looked through the windshield at the house. I could see a corner of the roof from the road. For three years, coming home from dialysis had meant getting Russ inside and settled before I went back out for whatever I\u2019d left in the truck. It had taken me weeks after he died to stop reaching across the seat for his thermos.<\/p>\n
I waited under that tree for three hours. Brett went along the north fence on the four-wheeler, slowing down wherever cattle had gathered. He\u2019d stop, count, and write something on his clipboard. I knew how many animals were in that pasture. I wondered what number he\u2019d already promised his buyer.<\/p>\n
Then Kristy came out of the barn carrying her father\u2019s saddle. It was heavy enough that she had to rest it against the bumper before she could lift it into the back of the Tahoe. I watched her shut the hatch and go back inside.<\/p>\n
Around four, a dusty red pickup came up the county road from the south. Amos pulled alongside me and held a long yellow envelope out his window. Russ had written my name across the front in the same square letters he used to label the freezer beef.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou ready?\u201d Amos asked.<\/p>\n
I put the lid back on my thermos and followed him up to the gate. He leaned on his horn until Brett came down the drive, clipboard still tucked under his arm. Kristy followed a few steps behind him with the remote in her hand.<\/p>\n
Amos stepped out of his truck and looked straight at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen the gate, Kristy. Your father left you a letter, and I think you ought to read it with your mother standing beside you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brett turned toward her, but Kristy had already pressed the button. For the first time that day, the gate began to move.<\/p>\n
PART 3: WHAT RUSS LEFT AT THE BANK<\/p>\n
Amos waited for the gate to swing clear, then opened the envelope on the hood of his truck. The first paper he took out was a copy of the ranch trust. He handed it to me and showed me where Russ and I had signed. The second was folded separately, with Kristy\u2019s name on the outside.<\/p>\n
She still had the gate remote in one hand when she unfolded her letter. She read the first line, and the remote slipped from her fingers and cracked against the dirt.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you\u2019re reading this, Kristy, you\u2019ve changed the code on the gate.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brett bent to pick up the remote. Amos set one boot on it, and Brett straightened without a word. Kristy covered her face with both hands, so Amos passed the letter to me. I read the rest aloud.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy girl, I know you love your mother. I also know how scared you get when you think there isn\u2019t enough money. I should have sat you down while I still could and told you what your mother and I own and what we owe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russ had written that the ranch was paid off. There was no mortgage and no lien on the land. The trust held the property, and I was its trustee for the rest of my life. If Brett had said the ranch was about to go under, Russ wanted Kristy to ask him where he\u2019d gotten that idea.<\/p>\n