Cowboy For Keeps. Brenda Mott

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      Automatically, she found herself thinking of Cade, who’d also once been a deputy sheriff. Now there was a man who could turn heads, with his sun-streaked brown hair and blue-green eyes. But hell would freeze over before she’d let him back in her heart. “Did you know Cade Lantana is in town?”

      Wynonna nearly missed the table edge as she set down her mug. “No, I didn’t. Where did you hear that?”

      “I ran into him tonight.” Reno told her about the poachers and Cade, leaving out the part about being shot at. Wy tended to worry.

      “I wondered if he would come back to help his mother,” Wynonna said, “with his dad being so sick.”

      Matthew Lantana’s emphysema had deteriorated to the point where he needed oxygen on a regular basis. That was a virtual death sentence to a rough-and-tumble cowboy. Estelle Lantana was having a hard time running their cattle operation, since the mounting medical expenses had forced her and Matt to let go most of their ranch hands.

      “Cade’s a man of honor,” Wynonna added.

      “Don’t start.” Reno knew the other woman had hoped, years ago, that Reno and Cade would someday have a future together. But things had never been that way between them. At twenty-five, Cade had still viewed eighteen-year-old Reno as a kid, even though she could tell by the way he sometimes looked at her that he thought she was pretty. His own looks hadn’t escaped her, and she’d had a crush on him, for sure. But she’d longed so much for a big brother that she’d tried hard to impress him every chance she got. She’d wanted him to be proud of her.

      Wynonna had read more into it. The seven-year age difference between Reno and Cade hadn’t bothered her the way it had Grandpa Mel. Or maybe it was just that Reno’s grandfather had deemed no man good enough for his granddaughter, least of all Cade, the deputy sheriff who had tucked tail and run after Sonny’s violent death.

      “You should be careful,” Wynonna said now, and for a minute Reno thought she meant in regards to Cade. “Those poachers mean business. I didn’t say anything earlier because it would’ve been no use trying to stop you. I understand what the mustangs mean to you, but I also understand what they mean to the poachers. Money. And greed makes men do rash, crazy things.”

      “I know.” Reno nodded. Riding out alone at night wasn’t the smartest thing she’d ever done. And shooting out the ATV headlights? Plain stupid. At the time she’d been too angry to care if she ended up hitting the poachers, who’d had no qualms about shooting at her. Really, really stupid. She could’ve killed someone. Her passion for the horses had overridden everything else.

      Reno sighed. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed.”

      “Aren’t you going to call Austin and tell him what you saw?”

      “It’s late, and the poachers are gone for now. I’ll call him tomorrow.”

      “Okay,” Wynonna said, resigned. “Then I will see you in the morning.”

      “Good night.” Reno turned toward the hall.

      “Reno?”

      She looked back over her shoulder.

      “Don’t lose sleep over Cade.”

      “Not to worry,” she replied. “I’ve got a dream catcher hanging over my bed.”

      She left hearing Wynonna’s soft chuckle, and wondering if the webs of the dream catcher would be strong enough to trap the nightmare of Cade Lantana being back in her life.

      CHAPTER TWO

      CADE SHOOK OFF the remnants of a nightmare he hadn’t had in quite some time. Chalk it up to coming home to Eagle’s Nest. Throwing back the covers, he stood, taking in the familiar room.

      Home. In Colorado.

      It felt strange yet comforting to be on the Diamond L after nine years of living on the outskirts of New Meadows, Idaho. He hadn’t expected to feel comforted, plagued as he still was by the events that had led to his departure. He only wished he’d come here under more pleasant circumstances. It killed him to see his father so sick.

      After a quick shower, Cade dressed and yanked on his boots—still damp from last night’s downpour—and clomped down the stairs. The aroma of coffee and hot, buttered pancakes wafted from the kitchen, drawing him in. His father sat at the table, dressed in his usual Western shirt, jeans and cowboy boots. But the light was gone from his blue eyes. His tan had faded, and he looked as ill as he was. The oxygen tube clipped to his nostrils called attention to his labored breathing.

      Cade forced a smile. “Morning, Dad. Mom.”

      Estelle stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. Her short, silver-blond hair smelled like strawberries. “It sure is good to see you in my kitchen, son. Sit down, I’ve got pancakes ready.”

      She scowled and pointed a finger at her husband, who’d pulled a cigarette from his shirt pocket and stuck it between his lips. “Light that, Matthew Lantana, and I’ll kick your butt—if your oxygen tank doesn’t blow you to kingdom come first!”

      “Don’t get your britches in a knot, woman.” Clutching the unfiltered cigarette between two fingers, Matt waved it in the air. “I just wanna suck on the damn thing. Is that all right with you?” He glared at her. “Wasn’t gonna light it.”

      Estelle gave him a dark look. “You’re playing with fire either way,” she said. “Just tempting and tormenting yourself, is all you’re doing.” She slammed down a plate with a single pancake in front of him. Refilled his cup. “You shouldn’t even have those cancer sticks in the house.”

      “Can we please not argue on my first morning here?” Cade interjected. “Dad, put the cigarette away.”

      “Fine.” Matthew stuck it back in his shirt pocket. “A man can’t do a blasted thing in his own home,” he grumbled.

      “You can die in your own home, that’s what you can do, if you don’t stop it!” Estelle blinked, tears rimming her red eyes. She dropped into a chair across from her husband and dug viciously into her own stack of pancakes with the side of her fork.

      Purposely and with relish, Matthew put a huge dollop of butter on his single flapjack, then poured enough syrup over it to drown a mule. He narrowed his eyes at Estelle as if daring her to object.

      Cade sighed. “Do you feel like taking a ride with me today, Dad?”

      “I can’t manage horseback anymore—you know that.” Without looking at him, Matt shoved a forkful of dripping pancake into his mouth. Though he owned a portable oxygen tank small enough to fit behind a saddle, the limited air supply kept him from riding, since anything less than two hours in the saddle was, in his mind, a waste of time. Not to mention that pride wouldn’t allow him to do something with difficulty that had once been second nature.

      “I meant a ride in the truck,” Cade said. “I’m driving out to Wild Horse Ranch to see what those poachers СКАЧАТЬ