Luke’s Ride. Helen DePrima

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      “Did you have your own place before the accident?”

      “Darlin’, it’s a family ranch—we don’t commute to work. I live at the main house, and my brother built a cabin half a mile up the creek when he got married. Maybe that’s what I’ll do once I figure out what kind of modifications I’ll need.”

      He dreaded being dependent on his folks. Even more, he hated the thought of being useless—dead weight, like his legs.

      He pivoted his wheelchair and headed toward the door. “You can help me pack. If I know Dad, he’ll be ready to roll as soon as I get my final briefing from Doc Barnett.” He propelled his chair down the hall with Betsy following but offering no help.

      Sure enough, Jake Cameron, Shelby and Dr. Barnett were waiting for him when he returned from breakfast.

      “Vacation’s over,” Doc said, peering at Luke over his gold-rimmed half-glasses. “I’m kicking you out.”

      Luke snorted. “Some vacation—I trained harder here than I ever did for dodging bulls.” Images flashed through his mind of himself and his fellow bullfighters performing their split-second choreography to lure away a ton and a half of bucking bull from the cowboy rolling in the dirt. Even with a couple serious injuries, he’d stayed ahead of the game almost fifteen years until the odds finally caught up with him.

      “Any last-minute instructions?” Jake asked. “Anything we shouldn’t let him do?”

      “He can do whatever he wants,” Doc said. “He’ll take some falls, but he knows how to take care of himself. The bull stepped on his back, not on his head.”

      He turned to Luke. “I’ve faxed outpatient orders to the PT department in Durango—you can set up appointments once you get home.”

      “A visiting nurse came out to the ranch,” Jake said. “She said Luke should be fine with the changes we made downstairs for Tom that time the bull fell with him.”

      Dr. Barnet nodded. “I figured you folks would be able to manage.” He turned to Luke. “I’m sending your records to the University of Colorado School of Medicine. I know Denver’s a haul from your corner of the state, but they’re doing some great research on spinal injuries—I hope you’ll get in touch with them.” He handed him a card. “Here’s the contact number.”

      “Maybe.” Luke stuffed the card in his shirt pocket. Or maybe not. He’d had all privacy stripped from him in the hospital; he didn’t much feel like becoming a case number in a research study.

      As if he could read minds, Doc said, “I can’t promise you’d get any personal benefit, but you could add to their data, maybe help other patients in the future.”

      Luke flushed. “Sure, I get that.”

      He switched gears. “Okay if I ride?” If he could get a horse between his knees, he could be of some use on the ranch. After all the years he’d complained about mending fences and clearing irrigation ditches, now he’d give up years of his life to stand knee-deep in icy snowmelt.

      “Okay with me—riding would be good for your balance and core strength. But can you?” Doc shrugged. “You’ll have to figure that out for yourself.”

      Luke couldn’t imagine hanging on to his own cutting horse. Jigsaw had great cow sense but was so quick he’d left Luke sitting in the dirt more than once. Old Sadie, maybe, but she stood over sixteen hands and had gaits like a truck with square wheels.

      “We’re on it,” Shelby said.

      Count on Shelby to put him on horseback. She’d find him the right mount and train the crap out of it.

      “Sure you don’t want to go home by plane?” Jake asked. “It’ll be two long days on the road. I can fly with you and let Shelby drive the van home.”

      “I can’t,” Luke said. He’d flown all over the US and Canada, to Australia and Brazil as well for bull-riding events, but the thought of being wheeled through the airport made his throat close up in near panic. Even worse would be the ordeal of security screening. Old ladies and kids in wheelchairs got hassled—they’d take a guy his age apart from his bones out. He’d never backed down from a challenge, but he wasn’t ready for this one.

      “I’ll be fine,” he said.

      “I’ll miss you,” Betsy said and planted a kiss on his mouth, something he’d been angling for ever since he landed here three months ago.

      “You could come with me,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist.

      “I am so tempted, but my husband wouldn’t care for the idea.” She shook hands with Jake and Shelby. “Take care of this boy—he’s one of the good ones.”

      Luke grabbed his gear bag off the floor and settled it on his lap. “Let’s hit the trail.”

       CHAPTER TWO

      KATHRYN GARRISON SHIVERED, chilled to the bone in her navy wool suit, the only outfit in her closet appropriate for a funeral. The calendar might say spring, but the March wind off Long Island Sound still held the bite of winter. She leaned closer to her husband, wishing Brad might think to put his arm around her shoulders, but he was staring toward the mourners amassed on the far side of her mother’s grave.

      She dragged her attention back to Reverend Blackburn’s words—no more suffering, gone to a better place, together again someday—breathing past the hollow ache in her chest. She didn’t begrudge a single moment of caring for her mother, but her release from twenty-four-hour nursing duties left her unsteady, as if she had entered a sudden calm after trudging forever against a pitiless gale.

      Maybe some sense of normalcy would return tonight when she slept in her own bed instead of napping on the foldout sofa in her mother’s room. She had stayed in her mother’s house two extra nights caring for Blondie, Mama’s old spaniel. Brad didn’t like dogs and Blondie didn’t like Brad, growling every time she saw him. After the funeral Blondie would live out her days with Aunt Joan, who had given Mama the puppy twelve years ago.

      Another cold gust buffeted the canopy over the grave. A few more hours and Kathryn could return to her own home where a long, hot soak in the jetted tub would drive the chill from her bones. Maybe Brad would join her and they would lie together in each other’s arms for the first time in months. Tomorrow she would start gathering the threads of her life as it had been before her mother’s diagnosis of advanced ovarian cancer only four months ago.

      Brad nudged her and she realized Reverend Blackburn had stopped speaking.

      Kathryn stood and took the first yellow rose from the florist’s box to lay on her mother’s casket. After the rest of the roses had been placed by the other mourners, she was free to return to the limousine with its soft seats and comforting warmth.

      Later, she would come back alone to bid farewell, although she and Mama had said their goodbyes over the past months. Elizabeth Gabriel had endured the roller coaster of crisis and remission with lupus for nearly twenty years before the cancer had taken her down quickly. Kathryn had loved her mother dearly, but she was glad the ordeal was over for both of them.

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