Cowboy Strong. Kelli Ireland

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      “Don’t worry, I have a vested interest in ensuring the horse survives.”

      Cade’s fiancée narrowed her eyes. “Ty didn’t mention anyone else having a vested interest in Gizmo.”

      “Have you talked to Ty about his business dealings since he’s been here?” Kenzie asked with feigned arrogance.

      Cade arched a single brow. “No.”

      “Then, I don’t expect you to know that I bought into the horse here or that I’m funding part of your brother’s breeding program.” Any other time it would have bothered her how easily she lied. Not right now, though. Too much was at stake. “I won’t let my investment fall apart.”

      “Gotta go, folks,” the EMT called.

      “Do what you can,” the short-haired woman said, grabbing Cade’s hand and hauling him toward the ambulance. They hopped inside, the ambulance driver slamming the door closed behind them before racing for the driver’s seat. The ambulanced chirped and, with lights flashing, took off.

      Kenzie turned to the rodeo vet. “What’s the prognosis?”

      “Unless you own the horse—”

      “I have a vested interest, yes.” How many lies would a cowgirl issue if a cowgirl could issue lies? The answer was simple: as many as it took. “Let’s consider the broken parts mine, so tell me what I’m facing here.”

      “He’s torn ligaments and tendons in his fetlock, and I’m going to wager he’s also fractured his cannon. We’ve got a Kimzey leg saver on its way, but the damage...” He shrugged. “He’ll require serious surgical intervention. If he’s worth anything at all, get him to Ohio State University.”

      Eli’s wife paled. “You’re talking thousands just in transport.”

      “Make it happen,” Kenzie said, crossing her arms and widening her stance.

      The vet arched a brow. “You realize that between emergency transport and initial treatment you’re looking at fifty to eighty thousand dollars?”

      “You signing the checks?” she asked quietly.

      “No.”

      “Then, don’t worry about the costs.”

      “We have to, though,” Eli murmured.

      Kenzie shook her head. “No, you don’t.” Facing the vet again, she tucked her hands into her jeans pockets and did the one thing she hated doing. She threw her name at the doctor with the force of a major league pitcher’s fastball. “I’m Mackenzie Malone, Jack Malone’s daughter.” The vet’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something, but Kenzie shook her head. “There are only two things I want to hear from you. First, I want this horse’s flight number to the airport nearest Ohio State University. Charter a plane if necessary. Second, I want the in-flight pain management plans for him so I can clear that plan with my own vet.”

      The rodeo vet stiffened. “I assure you—”

      “I listed the two things I need, Doc, and your assurances weren’t on the short list.” Dismissing him to do his job as she’d seen her father do a thousand times, she faced the Covingtons. “Ty’s being lifted to Baylor. You two go there. I’ll stay with Gizmo.”

      “Don’t let them put him down. Please, Ms. Malone.” Eli choked on the words and looked away, but not fast enough to hide the sheen of tears in his eyes.

      “Just Kenzie, and I give you my word I’ll do my best to avoid that very thing, Mr. Covington.”

      The woman pulled out her admission ticket and grabbed a pen from a vet tech. She scribbled on the back, then handed the card to Kenzie. “I’m Reagan Covington, large-animal vet and Eli’s wife. Call me with the drug names and I can explain what they’re giving him.”

      “Will do. Now you two go on. Ty needs you, and frankly, I can make things happen faster if I have a little room to play the bitchy heiress.”

      Both Covington and his wife issued their thanks before jogging toward the nearest arena exit.

      Kenzie went to her knees by Gizmo’s head. She stroked his jaw and murmured soft words of encouragement. It took her several moments to summon the courage to meet his gaze. When she did, her heart broke for him. His nostrils blew hard, froth decorated his lips and neck, and the whites of his eyes showed clearly. He hurt. Worse than the pain, though, was his obvious fear. It was as if he had some inkling of just how bad off he was, and he was terrified.

      That made two of them.

4

      KENZIE KNEW THE exact moment her dad entered the fray. Things started to happen at twice their normal speed. The vet became respectful versus argumentative, and that—that—pissed Kenzie off more than anything. As a petite woman dominating the leaderboards in a man’s sport, she had to earn every iota of respect she received. Carrying the Malone name only made it more difficult. There were always the behind-the-back allegations that she’d never have made it this far if it hadn’t been for her father. For all that it was bull, the quiet whispers stung. The song “Should’ve Been a Cowboy” by Toby Keith rang true. Neither the title nor the lyrics said it was a blessing to be a cowgirl. She wouldn’t allow them to push her aside because she was female.

      Shoving her way through to the vet, she stepped up beside her father and shot him a hard glance through dark lashes. “I’ll manage this, Dad.”

      “Seemed to me you could use a little help.”

      “Nope. He—” she jabbed a finger in the vet’s direction “—will do better when he learns a little respect for women and a hell of a lot more respect for animals.”

      “There’re better ways to get what you want, Mackenzie.”

      “Well, right now Gizmo’s down, so tossing the last name around will have to do.” Rounding on the very man under discussion, she ignored the people milling about, the weight of the crowd’s collective stare and, above all, she fought to keep her attention off the pain poor Gizmo was suffering. He had to come first. She focused on the one man who could truly help him. “Dose him with dermorphin so we can get him in a hoist and moved.”

      “I need proof you have authority over the animal, ma’am, because he’s registered under Tyson Covington’s name.”

      “I already explained this. I bought into him prior to the accident.” She didn’t think twice about uttering the lie again. Not until she realized her father had overheard.

      “Excuse us for a second.” He took her by the arm and led her a few steps away. Jack Malone’s eyes were bright, glittering with a type of predatory anticipation she’d never seen outside competition. “I’ve been trying to get Covington to sell me half rights to Gizmo for over three years. How did you manage it?”

      “Feminine wiles?” A question and not a declarative statement. Guilt tightened her throat, the sensation spreading to her chest. She’d always been honest with her dad. She’d been his shadow as long as she could remember. СКАЧАТЬ