One Brave Cowboy. Kathleen Eagle

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      “Mustang Sally’s Wild Horse Makeover Competition. I’m not actually involved. We’re volunteers with the sanctuary. Aren’t we, Mark?” She touched the boy’s shoulder, and he looked up at her. “We help Sally with the horses, don’t we?” Then turning her attention back to Cougar, she shaded her eyes with her hand. “Sally and her husband had an appointment. Everyone else is working. I could get you an information packet from the office.” She glanced at the boy. “We need to go in and take care of your knee anyway, don’t we?”

      Mark was staring at Cougar, who felt obliged to honor the eye contact since the boy seemed to be a few senses short of a full house.

      “Where was he?” Celia asked. “He couldn’t’ve been far away. Right? He was right here with me, and then…”

      “He’s pretty quick on his feet.”

      “I know.” She sighed. “Boy, do I know.”

      “I’ll come back later.” Cougar stepped back, giving the woman plenty of space for worries that were no longer his business. The boy was unharmed.

      “If you’d like to leave Sally your number…”

      “I’ll call her later. Think I’ll head back over to Sinte and hang out for a while.”

      “I’ll let Sally know.” When he stepped back, she quickly added, “Where are you from?”

      “Wyoming. Wind River country.”

      “Did you make a special trip?”

      “Up until I met up with Mark it was pretty ordinary.”

      “I meant…” She reconsidered, and then she nodded, reached for the boy and drew him under her wing. “Next time…”

      “Yeah.” He gave a wink when he caught Mark’s eye. “We’ll be careful. We’ll watch out for each other.”

      Down the road, Cougar ran across the gray cat. She was sitting exactly where he’d last seen her, as though she was waiting to be picked up. He stopped and did exactly that. The cat didn’t object, not even when he slid his hand around her belly. He could feel her swollen teats. The gooseneck trailer he was towing complicated his U-turn, but he wasn’t about to back down the road. He knew a thing or two about blind spots.

      Celia appeared in the doorway, shaded her eyes and watched him warily. Probably thought he’d been casing the place and come back to cause mayhem. Couldn’t blame her.

      “I found the cat,” he called out as he alighted, holding the animal to his chest. “Thought it might be a comfort.”

      “Thank you.” She didn’t reach for the cat, and he didn’t offer it. She looked a little ashen. Delayed shock, maybe. They just looked at each other while he stood there like an overgrown kid, rubbing the cat behind her ears.

      “She would have come back,” Celia said as she led the way into the barn.

      The cat started purring. He liked the feel of it. “I’m like the boy. Don’t want her getting too far away from her litter.”

      “Mark’s playing with them. I don’t think he realizes. I haven’t done a good job of impressing it on him that he has to… he can’t just…”

      Cougar squatted beside the boy and released the cat into the newspaper-lined box, to the delight of her squirming, mewling kittens.

      “Oh, look how welcome Mama is,” Celia said.

      Cougar watched the kittens latch on to Mama for lunch. Mark was busy making sure all seven were hooked up. He didn’t seem to realize that disaster had zoomed in so close that its sickening taste still filled Cougar’s mouth. Maybe the boy had already filed the lesson away, and it would serve him down the road. Cougar wished he could do the same—a wish he probably shared with the kid’s mom. He turned, looking for confirmation, a little eye contact with her big, magnetic brown eyes, but she wasn’t there anymore. Not the hovering kind, apparently.

      But how did she know Cougar wasn’t some kind of a whack job? She’d already told him he had the two of them pretty much all to himself. He’d drop a word of caution if he were the interfering kind of a…

      He heard soft mewling—the human variety—coming though an open door to a dark room. He assured himself that the boy was thoroughly occupied before he stepped close to the door.

      “Celia?” Her name rolled off his tongue as though he’d been saying it for years.

      She drew a hiccough-y breath. “I’m… okay.”

      She’s okay. Walk away.

      “Doesn’t sound like it.”

      “I just don’t want him to see me,” she whispered desperately.

      Cougar stepped through the door. It was a tack room, and the woman stood tucked among the bridles. Small and slim as she was, she might have been one of them.

      “How close was it, really?” she asked, her voice reedy.

      “Close.”

      “You couldn’t see him, but you stopped?”

      “That’s right.” He didn’t quite know what to do with himself now that he’d crossed his own line. He’d just met the woman, and he felt like he was looking at her naked. He took a leather headstall in hand and hung on, steadying himself for a bumpy ride. “Some people have eyes in the back of their head. I have something inside my head. It picks up where the eyes and ears leave off. Sometimes. Not… not always.”

      “Whatever it is, I need some.”

      He gave a dry chuckle. “It doesn’t always turn out this good.”

      “It did this time. Mark’s in his own world, and I’m on the outside, trying to look in. I blink, and he gets away from me.” She drew a quavering breath. “But he’s not hurt. What am I blubbering about?”

      “I’ve still got the shakes, too. We know what could have happened. Mark doesn’t, so he doesn’t need to worry too much right now. We can do that for him.”

      “He does know what could have happened. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows better than we do.” She swallowed so loudly Cougar could taste her tears. “He had a terrible accident. Lost an eye.”

      “Car accident?”

      “No. It happened…” She shut herself down. He had all the details he was getting right now. “This isn’t the first time I blinked.”

      “Won’t be the last. You got another pair of eyes in your family?”

      “Mark’s father and I are divorced.” She paused, shifting gears. “I want what you have. A mother’s instincts aren’t enough with a child like Mark.”

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