No Ordinary Cowboy. Mary Sullivan

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      “They won’t.”

      “What if one of them does? Any of those children could get sick again. Are you qualified to deal with that?”

      “Uh-huh. We all have first-aid training.”

      “I think it should go further than that. Some of those children must still be taking medications. I would almost want to see a nurse living at the ranch.”

      “There is a full-time nurse at the ranch,” Hank said, a sly glimmer of humor in his eyes.

      “Who?”

      “Hannah.” Hank grinned.

      “The housekeeper?” Amy spluttered.

      “Yup. She offered to train when I decided to bring children to the ranch fifteen years ago.”

      Okay, that surprised her. Hannah probably already had a heavy load to carry running that house, yet she cared enough to become a nurse.

      Amy had to stop underestimating these people.

      “You got to understand what’s important here.” He pulled his gaze away from the field in front of them. “The kids are what’s important, and giving them the fullest experience here they can possibly have.”

      He faced forward again. “Because they deserve it after all they’ve lived through.”

      With those words, a heaviness hung in the air between them.

      “Why did you turn the ranch into a place for cancer survivors?” she asked.

      “I—” Hank’s face was suddenly neutral, as unresponsive as Amy had seen it.

      She held her breath.

      “I had a son. He died of leukemia when he was two.”

      “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. Dear God, his son. His son. “So sorry.”

      He whispered one word, little more than a sigh, but she was pretty sure it was “Jamie.”

      She hitched a breath. Knowing his name made the child too real to her.

      Swallowing her cowardice, she asked, “Do you want to talk about him?” And prayed that he wouldn’t.

      He shook his head.

      Her relief stunned her. She couldn’t imagine his pain, didn’t know what to say. She remained silent for the rest of the ride home.

      As they neared the house, she stole a glimpse at him. His jaw was hard, his mouth thin. Then he saw the children on the veranda. The sight smoothed the worry lines from his brow, softened his full lips, turned up the corners of his mouth.

      When they parked, the younger children ran across the lawn to greet him. Four of them crowded his door.

      “Hey, back up, hooligans,” Hank said, back to his cheerful self, as if the children gave him a deeper perspective on life. It was clear they set everything into place in Hank’s world.

      Amy stared at him, amazed by the change.

      “How’s a cowboy supposed ta get out of his truck?” he asked, using the fake cowboy accent she’d noticed he put on for the kids.

      When Amy stepped out on the passenger side, the solemn young girl stood waiting for her, her eyes big. She placed her hand into one of Amy’s and held on.

      As though Amy’s fingers had a mind of their own, they curled around the tiny hand. Amy stared down at her and swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay put. Such honest trust, given so freely.

      As they walked around the front of the pickup, Amy wondered what on earth the child saw in her that made her want to get close. Amy had so little to offer others these days.

      She wanted to tell the girl not to depend on her, that Amy didn’t get close to people.

      She looked away, unable to withstand the child’s intense gaze. And yet she still held her hand.

      Hank lifted a small girl and threw her above his head into the air. Amy gasped, but Hank caught the giggling child on the way down.

      “Do me, Hank. Do me,” begged a young boy with skin the color of coffee with cream. Hank tossed the boy into the air and his biceps bulged against the plaid cotton of his shirtsleeves.

      He threw every child into the air who asked for it, as many times as they asked. Even when the underarms of his shirt showed big damp circles and a sheen of sweat coated his brow, he didn’t stop until the last kid had wheedled for a toss.

      Amy wondered at the resiliency of this man and realized that he drew it directly from these children.

      “Hey,” he said, sounding only barely winded, “what did the horse say when the kid from the next ranch came to visit?”

      “What, Hank?” they chimed.

      “Howdy, nei-ei-ei-ei-gh-gh-gh-gh-bor.”

      Amy rolled her eyes. He had to be kidding. Did he really think that was funny?

      The kids laughed. Apparently it didn’t take much to entertain a child.

      “You people plumb wear me out,” Hank said.

      Watching the children’s faces, Amy noticed they fell for his shtick hook, line and sinker. They loved it. They loved Hank.

      He collapsed onto the grass in front of the house, with kids falling all over him. The solemn girl let go of Amy’s hand and joined the others.

      Amy stared at her empty hand, suddenly cool after losing the child’s warmth. Then she looked at Hank, covered by miniature candles of hope lighting the darkness of a harsh world, and she knew why he did this. He needed those children as much as they needed him.

      It didn’t seem to take much to make him happy—horses, cows, dust and kids.

      Watching him, Amy felt a pang of envy. What would it take to make her happy? Peace on earth? Certainly. No such thing as death? Yes many times over. To be happy and excited about her work again? Yes. Her husband back in her arms? Maybe not.

      That answer surprised her. A month ago, she would have answered with a resounding “yes.”

      Bemused, she headed for the house.

      AFTER LEAVING the children in the kitchen with Hannah, Hank walked toward the three-car garage across from the largest stable. Thinking about his son always left him melancholy, in spite of the fun he’d just had with the children. Lord, he missed Jamie.

      Willie lived in an apartment on the second floor, with blue window boxes that the man himself had filled with red geraniums and white alyssum.

      Hank needed to talk to Willie, to make sense of his conflicting feelings about that woman.

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