Luke’s Ride. Helen DePrima

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      A confusion of voices erupted outside the back door. He heard his dad say, “They’ll be here pretty soon. Get in there, woman, and start cooking.”

      “Calm down, Jake,” Shelby said. “There’s extra stew in the freezer—”

      And then JJ’s piping voice said, “Will we have ice cream and cake?”

      Luke frowned. Meeting new people still set him on edge—the pity in their eyes, the questions they were too polite to ask. Maybe he should print up cards like deaf people sometimes handed out to explain their disability: I can’t walk because a bull stomped on my back. I don’t know if I’ll ever walk again.

      Mike gathered the folders into their box. “I’d better get going if you guys are expecting company.”

      Luke wanted him to stay as a buffer against the unknown, but he knew he needed to cowboy up. He wheeled himself into the kitchen, where Shelby was taking the makings for salad from the fridge for JJ to carry to the table.

      “Who’s coming?”

      “You remember all those letters your mom got from that lady back East?” Jake said. “Her daughter, Katie, found them after her mom died recently and came all the way from Connecticut to bring them.”

      The unexpected thoughtfulness of the gesture sparked his interest. Driving two-thirds of the way across the country took planning and spunk; he wouldn’t mind meeting a woman who would do that. At the same time, the prospect rattled his nerves. He hadn’t spoken with any women not involved with his rehab since his wreck, a special sadness to him. His greatest pleasure, along with pitting his quickness against the bulls, had been the company of the female fans who swarmed bull-riding events.

      Luke liked women, genuinely liked them—all ages, shapes and sizes, both in and out of bed. Strong, smart women like Shelby didn’t scare him—neither did sassy, willful ones like his sister. He’d been in and out of love a dozen times but had dodged marriage until finally—probably because he saw his younger brother heading down the bridal path—he’d gotten hitched on impulse in Las Vegas five years ago.

      Cherie hadn’t been a bad kid, but she’d bailed after two weeks of wedded bliss when a bull had sent him to the hospital with a broken neck and ruptured spleen. Maybe she would have hung in if they’d had more time to build a relationship. Instead she’d disappeared from his life while he was still on the operating table.

      He should have started looking for a real wife the minute the divorce was final, but after Cherie he’d been gun-shy. He’d figured there’d always be plenty of time to find the right girl. Uh-huh.

      “You mind putting the salad together?” Shelby asked. “I want to whip up some biscuits to go with the stew.”

      “You got it.” He set to work tearing lettuce and slicing cucumbers the way his mom had taught him when she was too ill to cook. He finished chopping the green peppers as he heard one vehicle and then a second rattle across the cattle guard and pull up behind the house. Jitters struck again, but he could always plead fatigue and excuse himself right after dinner.

      Doors slammed and a woman’s voice, soft and low, answered his sister’s bright chatter.

      Curiosity overcame caution; he wheeled to the big window to check out the newcomer. He couldn’t see her face, but he admired her trim figure in pants and a sweater the color of aspen leaves in autumn. Her glossy russet hair in a neat bun reminded him of his tenth-grade English teacher, on whom he’d had a hopeless crush.

      He turned away. The doubts and fears constantly hovering since his injury swooped down like vultures. He saw himself ten, twenty years in the future, a burden first to his dad and Shelby, and later to Tom and Jo.

      He spun his chair and headed toward his room, but Missy burst through the door and flung herself into his lap.

      “Uncle Luke, I helped Aunt Lucy serve lunch,” she said, hugging him hard. “And Katie said I did a good job.”

      “Of course you did, Shortcake. You’ll be working the grill before you know it.” He heard footsteps behind him and pivoted toward the door.

      “Dad, Shelby, this is Katie Gabriel,” Lucy said. “Katie, this is my brother Luke.”

      With reluctance Luke took the hand Katie extended.

      “This is a first for me,” she said. Her gray eyes met his with no hint of pity. “I never met a bullfighter before.”

      “Ex-bullfighter,” he said, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice.

      JJ erupted from under the table, his favorite place to stash his toys. “We’re having a party, with ice cream and cake.”

      “No, with ice cream and peach pie,” Lucy said, setting a pastry box on the counter.

      JJ’s face fell.

      “I may have some cake in the freezer,” Shelby said, and his face brightened again.

      Luke turned loose of Katie’s hand and returned to making the salad.

      “I’m going back to Durango after supper,” Lucy said, “but I thought Katie could stay here. She came over Wolf Creek Pass today in that snow squall—she should be done driving for the day. And maybe someone can show her around the ranch tomorrow.”

      Like who? Luke wondered. In the past, he’d enjoyed giving visitors, especially female guests, the guided tour, but now he felt self-conscious about the restrictions his injury laid on him. Still, Katie Gabriel might be okay—she had greeted him as if she saw a man, not a man in a wheelchair.

      “If you’re sure it’s no imposition,” Katie said, picking up the box she had set on a chair to shake hands with Luke. “Here’s what I came to bring you.”

      Lucy took it as if it were a holy relic. “This means so much to us. Mom died when I was just fourteen.” Tears filled her eyes. “I missed her so much I made myself and everyone else miserable.”

      “You were entitled, Red.” Jake entered the kitchen. “I wasn’t much help to you back then.”

      “You did the best you could, Dad.” She rolled her eyes. “And don’t call me Red.”

      He held out his hand to Katie. “Jake Cameron, and mighty glad to meet you. We feel like we know you from your mom’s letters.”

      “I don’t suppose...”

      “Of course we saved them. I reckon you’ll be happy to have them, just losing her so recent. She sounded like a special lady.”

      “She was,” Katie said. “We were more like best friends, especially after my dad died.”

      Missy set the table with great concentration while Shelby pulled a pan of biscuits from the oven. Lucy took an enameled pot of beef stew from the stove to put on a trivet made of horseshoes. They all took their seats around the big oak table.

      Shelby waited until everyone was settled before bowing her head. “Lord,” she said, “our family’s been through some rough times, but we’ve always come through together. We thank You for Your help and for bringing СКАЧАТЬ