Page 41 of Roaring Fork Wrangler

“So sad,” Sam murmured. The photo she held in her hand was of Manley and Cena when they were young. “It’s confusing, though, right? Jim, JD, Jimmy, then there’s Johnny. You said they’re twins, right?”

I nodded and watched as she ran her finger over the photo she held in her hand. Then she looked up at me. “Juni, do you know why Cena left everything to me?”

I reached over and put my hand on hers. “I wish I did. All I can say is there was no way she’d let Jimmy get his hands on it.”

“He’s that bad?”

“Worse. I don’t know him, but East Aurora isn’t a very big place. There are rumors.”

“What rumors?”

“You know, that he drinks too much. Which always leads to him being compared to his grandfather—the one Manley was riding with when he died. Somebody said he gambles. Bets on sports a lot too.”

“Do you know much about his dad?”

“From everything I’ve heard, he was a good guy.”

“How did he die?” she asked.

“Cancer.” I realized I’d been running at the mouth and most of what I’d said was based on rumors. “I’m sorry forgossiping so much.”

“Please don’t apologize. If you hadn’t come over tonight, there’s a lot I wouldn’t know. I have one more question if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all.”

“I get that Cena didn’t want to leave Jimmy anything, but why didn’t she leave it to Johnny?”

“That, I don’t know. Like I said, she didn’t talk about her family very often.”

“What about Jimmy and Johnny’s mom?”

“Wait.” I looked around for a photo Sam had showed me a few minutes ago of Miss Cena and her son. There was a woman in the background who’d seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place her. “That’s who this is,” I said, picking it up. “JD’s wife, err, their mom.” I racked my brain, trying to recall what I’d heard about her. “She had an unusual name. From what I remember when Miss Cena said it, it sounded like a cartoon character. A recent one, though. All I can think of is Cruella and Maleficent, and I know it wasn’t one of those.”

“Juni, was it Ursula?”

“That’s it! Wait. Are you okay? You’re pale, all of a sudden. Did I say something wrong?”

“How’s it going, ladies?” Beau asked, joining us in the bedroom. He went straight over to Sam as soon as he noticed her expression. “What happened?”

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Just a coincidence.”

“What is?” He looked over at me, then back at her.

“Miss Cena’s nephew’s wife’s name was Ursula,” I responded.

“And?” Beau pressed.

“My grandmother had a sister named Ursula,” Sam explained.

I held up the photo. “This is her, but it’s kind of hard to see what she looked like.”

My brother joined us, and we sorted through more piles, but didn’t find any others of the woman. When I yawned twice in close succession, Sam noticed and said we should call it a night.

“Sorry. It’s been a long day,” I said, stifling another yawn.

“I shouldn’t have monopolized so much of your time,” she said, motioning to all the photos.

“I enjoyed it. I promise. And if you need more help, Beau knows how to reach my brother.”

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