The Wrangler And The Runaway Mom. RaeAnne Thayne

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СКАЧАТЬ laughed again, then winced as the movement jarred his injury. “Well, I guess I’m no physicist, but at least I’m smart enough to stick with the little guys, the ones that don’t fight back. I’m a calf roper. Wrenched my shoulder with a bad throw.”

      “Any rodeo event can be dangerous, Mr....” she stopped at the realization she’d just insulted a man whose name she didn’t even know.

      “McKendrick. Colt McKendnck. Call me mister and I don’t figure I’ll answer.”

      “McKendrick. As I was saying, any event can be dangerous. Even deadly, as I’m sure you know.”

      “That’s what keeps the crowds coming back,” he replied. “What does the M stand for?”

      The abrupt change of subject left her floundering. “Excuse me?”

      He glanced pointedly at her chest and she felt heat soak her cheeks. It took her several beats to realize he was referring to the silver name tag emblazoned with M. Rawlings, M.D.

      “Medical. As in medical doctor,” she replied, knowing perfectly well that wasn’t what he meant.

      He rolled his eyes. “The other one.”

      “Maggie,” she said shortly.

      “Nice to meet you, Dr. Maggie Rawlings.”

      She finished her examination in silence, aware of him watching her movements with interest. “You’re right,” she finally said. “It’s dislocated, Mr. McKendrick.”

      “Colt.”

      “Right. Colt.” She glanced at the shoulder. “I can readjust it, pop it back into the joint, but I’m afraid it’s going to be painful”

      “I know,” he said glumly. “Go ahead.”

      With true cowboy machismo, he barely winced when she stood to his side and extended his arm out. It took several attempts before the joint worked back into place but he didn’t complain.

      When she was done, he immediately rotated the shoulder. “Much better.”

      “It’s going to be inflamed and painful for a day or two. I’d advise you to take it easy.”

      “Does that mean I can’t ride tomorrow?”

      “I’m afraid not.”

      He didn’t appear devastated by the news as he shrugged into his shirt and began to work the buttons one-handed. “Well, thanks, Doc. What do I owe you?”

      “Nothing. Sponsors and the rodeo association take care of my salary. It pays to keep the cowboys healthy.”

      “Makes sense to—”

      Before he could complete the sentence, the door crashed open and bounced against the wall with a bang as loud as a shotgun blast. Maggie had barely yanked her heart from her throat when a voice boomed through the trailer. “This is a stick-up, lady. Put your hands where I can see ’em and nobody gets hurt.”

      Instead of obeying, she took a deep, calming breath and frowned at the little dynamo standing in the doorway in sheepskin chaps, a denim vest and a cowboy hat two sizes too big for his blond head. Her big, bad hombre of a five-year-old had a wooden pistol aimed right at her stomach.

      “Nicholas. You know you’re not supposed to come in here when I’m working.”

      “I’m Nicky the Kid, the meanest bandito in the land.”

      “Where’s Cheyenne? And where did you get that gun?”

      He grinned, showing off the tooth he’d lost just the day before. “Grandma Peg gave it to me. She says a bandito ain’t no good to nobody unless he’s packin’ heat.”

      “Isn’t any good.” How had his grammar managed to completely degenerate in the three weeks since they had been on the circuit? He was picking up all sorts of bad habits. The next thing she knew, he’d start chewing tobacco.

      “Where’s Cheyenne?” she repeated.

      “Right here.” Peg’s fifteen-year-old granddaughter poked her head through the doorway. “Sorry, Maggie. He got away from me.”

      “I’m sure it’s not your fault. Nicky, stick with Cheyenne. No more running off. I mean it, young man.”

      “Okeydokey, Mom.” He planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek, then hopped out the door. With another apologetic smile, Cheyenne set off in hot pursuit.

      “My son,” Maggie said, when the dust cleared.

      The injured cowboy grinned. “So the doctor has a criminal hiding out on the family tree.”

      She stiffened and thought of Michael embezzling millions from his criminal clients. The cowboy was more right than he knew. After a few uncomfortable beats, she forced a smile. “That’s right. So watch your step.”

      “I’ll be sure to do that,” he said.

      Only after he had left and she was alone once again did she realize that for the first time in nearly a month she had forgotten to be afraid.

       Chapter 2

      The sunrise edged the mountains east of Cody, Wyoming, with lavender and pale coral and just a sliver of gold. From his perch on the top step of the broken-down camper the Bureau had somehow managed to round up for him, Colt sipped at his coffee and savored the cool, clean morning air as the gold began to swallow the other colors.

      Maybe this whole rodeo thing wouldn’t be such a bad gig after all. There was definitely something to be said for enjoying the morning, content with the knowledge that he would be catching the sunrise from a different place in just a few days.

      He hadn’t even minded competing the night before, right up until the moment he dislocated his shoulder.

      Last time he had been inside a rodeo arena, he’d been twenty-two years old, cocky as hell, and sure he could rope and ride anything that moved. In the intervening fourteen years, he had forgotten that hefty jolt of adrenaline that always hit right before the gate opened. He’d forgotten everything—the confusion in the chutes, the smells of leather and manure thick in the air, the heady cheers of the crowd.

      He grimaced. The crowd hadn’t cheered too long after he’d wrenched his shoulder, although he doubted anybody else but him could tell it had been deliberate.

      He had discovered that particular ability—to dislocate his shoulder on demand—when he’d been a kid. He’d used it a few times to get out of work on the Broken Spur, until he wised up and discovered it was less painful just doing the work.

      In this case the results had been worth every second of pain. He had found the perfect chance to meet Dr. Maggie Rawlings, of the sexy voice and the cool, competent hands, to begin the process of gaining her trust.

      After meeting her, he had no doubt СКАЧАТЬ