Fresh-Start Ranch. Leann Harris

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СКАЧАТЬ Hasn’t anyone told you that horses have a special place in little girls’ hearts? I knew early on that I wanted to be a vet and work with horses. I had a lot of my professors and other people try to talk me out of it, but sometimes you just know what God wants you to do.”

      He eyed her size. When his gaze met hers, he saw the determination glowing there. Before he could say anything or stick his foot into his mouth again, his cell phone rang, saving him from having to eat shoe leather again.

      * * *

      Saved by Mountain Bell before he uttered the comment she hated: Aren’t you too short? And a girl?

      Tessa ran into that attitude far too often, first from her mother and close friends, then from the other students in vet school. She learned quickly to respond to their doubts with a smile, a joke, but knew she had to work twice as hard as her male counterparts to prove herself. So why did doubt from this tall—over six feet—handsome man with chestnut-color hair and piercing gray eyes jab her in the heart? She knew how to deflect those comments, so why had she mumbled that crack about Ranger’s owner?

      She knew God had called her to be a vet, given her the talent. Despite the odds against her, God had been with her through the lean times after her father deserted the family and they’d lost the family horse farm because of his gambling debts. God had been there with her in school, helping her through the nasty and despicable comments and opposition she faced from professors and fellow students. And He’d been there when she’d learned her fiancé wanted to marry her as his ticket through law school. She survived it all, so why’d this tall rancher suddenly get to her?

      Her wounded heart needed to stay behind the walls she’d built and not be tempted by a good-looking cowboy.

      “You believe in me,” she whispered to Ranger, stroking his neck. The horse turned his head as if agreeing with her.

      Her phone rang. She pulled it out of the pocket of her jeans and flipped it open. “Dr. Grant.”

      “Tessa, this is Dr. Adams. The local horse rescue group is seizing some horses this afternoon. I can’t get there since I’m scheduled for surgery in a few minutes. Since you’ve worked with rescue groups before, I want you to go out to the Moores’ ranch where the seizure will occur and oversee it.”

      “Okay, but I don’t know where that ranch is located.” She glanced at Ethan.

      “Is Ethan there at the ranch?”

      “Yes.”

      “He’s the head of the local rescue group. The group’s lawyer is calling him now. He can show you.”

      She looked at him. “Okay, I’ll follow him.” Hanging up, she waited for Ethan to finish his call. When he did, he turned to her.

      “I need to go.”

      “I know. Dr. Adams just called and wants me to help with the seizure and document it. Since I am not familiar with this area, I’ll need to follow you out to the Moore ranch.”

      “You’ve worked with a rescue group before?” His tone made it clear he still doubted her skill.

      “Yes. In high school I worked summers with the local vet. We went on several rescues. I kept active in the organization through college and then in veterinary training. I’ve done rescues in Kentucky, Ohio, Montana and Wyoming.”

      “Good, because we’re going to put your expertise to work. We’ve got twenty horses that need our help.” He studied her.

      If he thought the size of the rescue would worry her, he thought wrong. “Lead the way,” she answered, without a moment of hesitation.

      He studied her for a moment before coming to some decision. There he nodded, turned and walked out of the barn. Tessa hurried to put the last of her equipment in her medical bag and raced out after him. Ethan had already pulled his truck out of the driveway. A moment of panic shot through her. Was he going to leave without her? She hurried to his truck. The driver-side window was down. He stopped by her.

      “I’m going to drive around the barn and hook up the trailer.”

      “You need help?”

      He gave her an odd look. “I’ll do it. Just be ready to leave when I drive by.”

      “You’ve got it.”

      She raced to her trusty, dented, secondhand F-150 truck, put her bag in the bed and hopped into the cab. She started the ignition and turned the truck around and waited, frowning a little at the noise the engine was making. Her baby, although eighteen years old, hadn’t failed her yet, but its time was coming. She couldn’t keep duct-taping the seats and hoses much longer.

      Ethan’s truck rumbled by, turning her thoughts to the drive ahead. She still wasn’t as familiar with the roads around this part of New Mexico as she’d like. It didn’t help that a lot of the ranches she visited were off small easy-to-miss roads. Doc had given her an old dog-eared map of the area, telling her to use it because it showed all the roads in the area which might not show up on any modern device.

      She’d doubted Doc’s warning and accidentally left the map at the office yesterday. Once she discovered that, she’d told herself that her modern technology was better. The GPS device had been a graduation gift from her mother. But Tessa learned quickly the spotty reception in the canyons in this rural area made the new technology undependable. The device failed her completely, leaving her driving around the area for close to two hours, until she pulled into a ranch and asked directions. The couple, the Cousinses, smiled, commiserated then gave her directions. She wouldn’t repeat the mistake a second time.

      After twenty-five minutes, Ethan’s truck turned off the road onto a private drive. There were six other pickups with trailers parked around the interior gate. The ranch house showed signs of neglect, as did the stables. One man, who seemed to have come from the house, yelled at the others to go away, a shotgun cradled in his left arm.

      “If you don’t leave, I’m going to start shooting,” the man shouted.

      A handsome woman in a business suit and high heels stepped forward and waved a piece of paper in the air. “William, we have a court order to seize the horses.”

      “I don’t care what you’ve got. You make one move to take my horses, you’ll be sorry.”

      The woman turned around and saw Ethan. She strode to his side. “Got any ideas?”

      He stiffened. “Have you called Joe?”

      “Of course. I called the sheriff’s office before we left,” she snapped. “Joe should be here any minute. We wouldn’t have approached William, but he came charging out of the house like a mad bull.”

      The expression on William’s face hadn’t changed. He wanted a fight. “Let’s wait,” Ethan muttered.

      “Where are the horses?” Tessa asked, coming to their sides.

      The woman looked at her.

      “I’m Dr. Adams’s new associate.” Tessa introduced herself, answering the question on the woman’s face. “Dr. Grant.”

      “Mary Jensen, the lawyer for this local rescue group.” She СКАЧАТЬ