The Comeback Cowboy. Cathy Mcdavid

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СКАЧАТЬ signed the form without reading it and slid the papers across the counter.

      “Let me make you a copy.” She went into the office, where she kept a desktop copier, and returned shortly. “Here you go.”

      “Thanks.” Ty folded the sheets in thirds and slipped them in his shirt pocket, again without reading them.

      Oh, well, she’d done all she could.

      Her grandfather appeared from the entryway leading to the kitchen, his chronic limp barely noticeable for once.

      “Hey there, young fellow.” He extended his right hand. “I’m mighty glad to make your acquaintance.”

      “Mr. Donnelly.” Ty’s glance fell for the briefest of seconds on Pop’s hand before clasping it in a firm shake. “It’s a real honor to meet you, sir.”

      Adele liked that Ty didn’t appear put off by her grandfather’s missing right thumb, a casualty of a roping accident that had happened long before she was born.

      “The honor’s mine,” Pop said. “I’ve been watching your career since you were competing in junior rodeo.”

      “And I’ve studied yours.”

      “You have to go back a lot of years for that.” Pop laughed, but it was filled with warmth.

      “I’m counting on you teaching me a thing or two while I’m here. It’s one of the reasons I came.”

      Pop stood a little taller. Most of their guests were recreationists and wannabe cowboys. Some were high-school students hoping to eventually compete on the professional rodeo circuit. Almost none of them knew about her grandfather’s once impressive and long-ago rodeo career. Not until they got here and saw the photos and framed buckles on the lobby wall.

      “I doubt there’s anything I can teach you.” Pop chortled. “Now Adele here, she’s likely to have a trick or two up her sleeve you can use.”

      “I saw her earlier at the arena,” Ty said. “She’s good.”

      “She’s the best in the state, man or woman.” Pop’s voice rang with pride.

      Adele loved her grandfather, but at the moment she wanted to cringe. “Mr. Boudeau is one of the best in the world, Pop.”

      “Doesn’t mean he can’t learn a thing or two from you.”

      “I agree.” Ty answered good-naturedly. “Getting help, from both of you, is the reason I’m here.”

      Adele wondered if he’d added the “from both of you” for her grandfather’s sake, considering how hesitantly the words had rolled off his tongue.

      “Pop, why don’t you show Mr. Boudeau to his cabin? You two can swap stories on the ride.”

      “Nothing I’d like better. Except I’m due to meet the boys in thirty minutes.”

      His regular Thursday-night poker game. She’d forgotten about that. “I’ll call Stick.”

      “Adele, maybe you can take me?” One corner of Ty’s mouth lifted in a grin. A very potent grin. “I’d be much obliged.”

      “Certainly.”

      “Good,” Pop said, with more satisfaction than the situation called for. “That’s settled, then.”

      As Adele left the lodge with Ty, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her grandfather had set her up. She should be mad at him, but when she hopped onto the truck seat next to Ty, being mad was the furthest thing from her mind.

      TY SLANTED A GLANCE AT Adele, wondering what she was thinking. They’d both been relatively quiet during the five-minute drive through the main part of the ranch, except for the occasional item of interest she pointed out.

      “Is this my home away from home?” he asked when she directed him to an attractive cabin atop a rise.

      “Yes.” She removed an old-fashioned hotel key from her pocket. No key cards for Cowboy College. “You’ll love the view from the back patio.”

      They climbed out of the truck, and Adele led him along a split-fence-lined walkway to the front porch. Unlocking the cabin door, she swung it wide, and went ahead only when he indicated for her to precede him inside.

      Ty took in the cabin’s spacious and charmingly appointed interior, which appeared to have every amenity he could possibly want. “Very nice.”

      “If you aren’t happy here, we can always move you to a different cabin.”

      “Are you kidding? This is great.”

      “It’s a little far from the barn and arena.” Adele walked over to the drapes on the other side of the living room and opened them, revealing a sliding glass door that looked out onto a calendar-perfect view of the nearby pond and distant mountains.

      He joined her at the door and scanned the horizon. A glorious red sun was starting to dip behind one of the mountain peaks.

      “It’s worth the extra distance just for this.”

      Adele eased away from him, piquing his interest. Women generally acted the opposite, hanging all over him if possible. It was either a hazard or a perk of his profession, depending on a guy’s perspective. Ty mostly found it wearisome. Except in Adele’s case. Sharing the same air space with her had definitely been enjoyable.

      Apparently not so much for her.

      “There are two bedrooms,” she said, walking past the fully equipped kitchenette. “The master and a small guest room. The couch also folds out into a bed. Your rental agreement allows for overnight guests up to three consecutive nights, but you have to report them.”

      “Dana will be glad to hear that.” Was it his imagination or did a glint of curiosity flash in Adele’s eyes? “My little sister’s been bugging me to come here and take lessons from you.”

      “Oh, really? We’d love to have her,” Adele said, so smoothly that Ty figured he’d been mistaken.

      Perhaps because she was so different from the women he usually met, or that she was a roper like himself, he found himself trusting her. Enough to reveal the real reason he’d come to Cowboy College.

      He hadn’t expected he would, the idea of enrolling in a roping school for amateurs being hard to swallow. Taking instructions from a woman made it worse. But she’d impressed him in the arena, demonstrating a core of steel.

      Like the one he had lost.

      “It’s not just my horse,” he said abruptly. “It’s me.”

      “What?” She turned to face him, her expression puzzled.

      He cleared his throat, freeing the words stuck in it. “The horse I’d been riding the past four years suffered a fractured metacarpal last December in a fall. Right before the National Finals Rodeo. I was ranked second at the time.”

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