A Cowboy's Pride. Pamela Britton

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      Chapter Two

      Welcome to New Horizons Ranch.

      Trent jerked the chair forward with a thrust of his hand, knowing he hadn’t been exactly friendly to Cabe’s girlfriend, but little caring.

      He didn’t want to be here.

      Cabe had to know that. The man had been part of the scheme to get him to New Horizons Ranch, along with Trent’s mom and his best friend, Saedra.

      It’s time to get your life back on track. Time to rejoin the land of the living. New Horizons Ranch will help you do that.

      His mom was dead wrong.

      Being a “guest” at a ranch owned by some guy he barely knew wasn’t going to accomplish anything. Scratch that. It would accomplish one thing. He’d end up humiliating himself in front of Cabe and that pretty little friend of his, never mind his daughter. The girl would get over the hero worship once she realized his glory days were over.

      His stomach twisted.

      He thrust down on his wheels harder, enjoying the exercise, not caring that the sweat beaded up on his brow. Pine trees dotted the roadside, the long trunks thin in some spots, thick in others. He’d glimpsed a riding arena and a barn back there, to the left of the road.

      Where the hell were those cabins?

      He paused for a moment, huffing as he looked around.

      Had he missed a turnoff? He was far enough away from the old ranch house now that he couldn’t see it. A grove of thick trees blocked his view.

      Should he go back?

      “Need some help?”

      Son of a—

      “I’m fine,” he said, pushing off again.

      “You don’t know where you’re going,” she called out after him.

      “Obviously I can’t be too far away if you’re here.” He glanced back at her, observing that black tail of hair so thick it reminded him of a draft horse’s, which might not be very flattering, but the damn stuff was a thick mass. “What’d you do? Cut through the trees?”

      And those eyes. Such a light blue he found himself wanting to look back just to get another peek at them. Instead he pushed on. Obviously, he hadn’t missed a road.

      “Shortcut,” she called out after him. “Makes it easier to get to our guests.”

      Damn it. He hated gravel roads. And dirt roads. The wheels of the chair would hook on a rock and pitch to the right or left. He constantly had to correct himself.

      “Though I’m curious what you’re going to do when you reach the hill.”

      He hands paused, but only for a second. “I’ll be fine.”

      “We usually escort our guests to their cabins,” she added. “You know...for safety reasons.”

      His hands would work as brakes.

      “Or we have Tom drop them off.”

      Whatever.

      “We’ve only had one person attempt that hill in a wheelchair all by themselves. You should have seen it. Reminded me of sled racing in the Olympics—”

      “Okay, fine.” He spun his chair to face her, nearly pitching his bag off his lap in the process. “You can help me down there, though I don’t know why Cabe sent his girlfriend along to do his dirty work.”

      “I’m not his girlfriend.”

      She wasn’t?

      “And he sent me because he’s busy dealing with his daughter, who’s a tad upset right now because a man she’s worshipped for years just snapped at her.”

      He looked into her eyes then, spotted the disappointment and disgust and, yes, the loathing that she felt for him.

      “So I offered to come and help you out, although I was tempted to let you navigate that hill all on your own. With any luck you’d have kept right on going and landed in the river, maybe even been carried downstream where you’d become someone else’s problem.”

      She really didn’t like him. If he were honest with himself, he didn’t blame her. He didn’t like himself much these days, either.

      “I don’t want to be here,” he heard himself admit. Funny, he’d СКАЧАТЬ