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feeling’s mutual, ma’am. Annie’s saddled and ready to go.”
Carson reached for the reins and handed them to Tracy. “Let’s see how good a teacher I am.”
There was more green than gray in her eyes today. They were suspiciously bright. “You already know. My son’s over there feeding that pony like he’s been living on this ranch for a month.”
Nothing could have pleased Carson more. He watched her move in front of the bay and rub her forelock. She nickered on cue.
“This is my first time, Annie. Don’t let me down.” Pulling on the reins, she started walking around the corral just as her son had done.
Carson decided the brown horse with the black mane and tail provided the perfect foil for her gleaming blond hair. When she came around, he helped her into the saddle and adjusted her stirrups. “Would you like me to walk you around?”
“I think I’ll be all right.” What did they say about a mother walking into a burning building for her child?
He handed her the reins and gave the horse’s rump a tap. Annie knew what to do and started walking. Halfway around the arena, Carson knew Tracy would be all right.
“Hey, Mom—it’s fun, huh?”
“It will be when I’ve had a few more lessons.”
Annie kept walking toward Carson. He looked up at Tracy. “Want to go around one more time, pulling on the reins to the right or left?”
“Sure.”
He was sure she didn’t, but she was game.
“This time, give her a nudge with your heels and she’ll go.”
The second she made contact, Annie started out. It surprised Tracy, knocking her off balance, but she righted herself in a hurry.
“If she’s going too fast, pull on the reins and she’ll slow down.”
Little by little she made it around the enclosure, urging the horse in one direction, then another.
“You’re doing great, Mom!”
“You both are. I think that will be all for today.”
Carson signaled Bert to take care of the horses. “Come on, Johnny.” He walked over to help Tracy, but she was too quick for him. She flung her leg over and got down on her own. Whether she did it without thinking or didn’t want help, he didn’t know.
“Are we going for a Jeep ride now?”
“Would you like that, partner?”
“Yes. Then can we come back to see Goldie? I think she’ll miss me.”
Johnny was showing the first signs of a horse lover. Either it was in you, or it wasn’t. “I’m sure she will.”
The three of them got back in the Jeep. For the next hour, he gave them a tour of the property so they could get their bearings. Johnny talked up a storm while a quieter Tracy sat back and took in the sights. As they neared the ranch house, his cell phone rang. The caller ID indicated it was the district ranger for the Bridger-Teton National Forest.
“Excuse me for a minute. I have to take this,” he said to them before answering. “Dave? What’s up?”
“There’s a man-made fire started up on the western edge of the forest bordering your property.”
Carson grimaced. Tourist season always brought on a slew of forest fires.
“I’ve assembled two crews and am asking for any volunteers who can help stamp it out to meet up at the shadow rock trailhead,” Dave continued. “There’s not much wind. I think we can contain it before it spreads.”
Before hanging up, Carson said, “I’ll rustle up as many of the hands as I can and we’ll be there shortly.”
This would happen today, of all days. The hell of it was, with his disease, he didn’t dare help fight the fire. Smoke was his enemy. All he could do was bring help and wear his oxygen apparatus.
Johnny looked at him. “Do you think I can take another ride on Goldie after dinner? I want to turn her in different directions and do stuff with her.”
“I suppose that’s up to your mother.” Carson’s gaze flicked to Tracy. “Did you hear that, Mom? What do you say?”
Chapter Three
Tracy heard it. In fact, she heard and saw so many things already, she was starting to experience turmoil. Johnny was eating up all the attention Carson showered on him. It would continue nonstop until next Saturday when they flew home.
With all their own family and work responsibilities, none of Johnny’s uncles could give him this kind of time. Not even Tony had spent every waking hour with their son in the due course of a day. No father did, unless they were on vacation. Even then there were other distractions.
Few fathers had the skills or showed the infinite patience of this ex-marine rancher who seemed to be going above and beyond any expectations. He had to be a dream come true for her son, who’d been emotionally starving for a male role model since Tony’s death.
When she’d accepted the invitation to come to the ranch, she hadn’t realized these former soldiers would spend their own personal time this way. She had assumed the ranch staff would offer activities to entertain them. Period.
This was different.
Carson was different.
By giving Johnny that photo of his father, Carson had formed a bond with her son that wasn’t going to go away. Carson might not see what was happening, but every moment invested for Johnny’s sake increased her son’s interest.
Tracy couldn’t allow that to happen. Before long they’d be leaving this place, never to return. Johnny was still dealing with his father’s death. They didn’t need another crisis after they got home. She had to do something quickly to fix things before he got too attached to this incredible man. Tracy had to acknowledge that, so far, he was incredible, which was exactly what made her so uneasy.
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