The cowgirl that she’d come back to Mule Hollow to find.
And to do that, she’d better get her head on straight, concentrate and stop letting this forgiveness issue wage war on her.
Because forgiveness just wasn’t in her heart right now.
“The cowgirl can ride.” Luke Holden propped a boot on the bottom rung of the arena fence, as he watched the horse and rider practically fly at the speed of light from one barrel to the next. The horse and rider seemed to move as one. The woman, who looked to be in her mid-twenties, was pretty in a girl-next-door sort of way. She had dark hair the color of a bay horse’s mane that glistened in the overhead lights of the arena, and it hung in a short braid from beneath her straw cowboy hat. She was focused and intent as she urged her horse on.
“Yes, she can. That’s Lacy’s cousin, Montana Brown,” Clint Matlock said without looking up from the clipboard. He was studying the list of livestock Luke would be providing for the upcoming Mule Hollow Rodeo. “She’s staying with us for a while and plans on competing in the barrels at the rodeo. Lacy says she hasn’t been riding for a few years, but ever since she got here a week ago, she’s spent hours on her horse.”
“It shows. She’s good.”
“Evidently, she was well on her way to the national level when she quit to concentrate on college a few years back. She could still be great.”
Watching her as she crossed the time line, Luke saw her frown at the digital reading—which he couldn’t see from his vantage, but knew had to be good. “No doubt about that. I’d never have known she hasn’t been riding.” He shot a grin at Clint. “The other competitors better be on their game.”
“No kidding,” Clint agreed, glancing up, then back to the list.
Luke decided it’d be a good thing to get his mind back on business and not the cowgirl. “Do you think that’ll do it?”
“It looks great.” Clint handed the clipboard back to him. “You have first-rate stock. These rodeos are going to be a big draw to everyone around. Including bringing back some hometown folks. It’ll be good for everyone, including helping you build a solid reputation with your rodeo stock.”
It was true. Mule Hollow was sponsoring three different rodeos over the summer to promote the town, calling them the homecoming rodeos, and he was supplying the stock for them. “I appreciate you putting in a good word for me, so I could get the contracts on all three events. I owe you.”
Clint shot him a frank look. “You don’t owe me anything. I’m glad to do it. Even after all the years you worked on the ranch with me, I’m doing this because you deserve it.”
“I learned from the best.”
Clint nodded, looking thoughtful. “Yeah, my dad knew his stuff.”
Luke had learned much from Mac Matlock, but he’d learned a lot from Clint, too. Though Clint was only a few years older than Luke, the guy had been working beside his dad since he was barely old enough to ride. He had a relationship with his dad that Luke envied. “Don’t sell yourself short. You know a few things yourself. That’s why this ranch is what it is today. Mac taught you well.”
The Matlock Ranch was one of the biggest, most successful ranches in the region. It was his legacy, something he would pass on to his son someday. Luke was aiming at building something similar, if all went as planned. These rodeos were going to help his finances and his reputation grow.
“It’s going to be a busy summer, with all of the town involved in these homecoming rodeos.”
Clint gave him a don’t-I-know-it look. “The gals are gonna drive us all crazy.”
“No doubt about that. I saw Esther Mae yesterday, and she was buzzing at a hummingbird’s pace with her plans.” Esther Mae was in her sixties and fairly excitable when it came to … well, pretty much everything.
“Lacy’s pretty excited, too. But you know her, she loves to plan all these festivals. And I have never been able to keep up with the woman.”
Luke agreed. Mule Hollow had been hosting all manner of festivals, dinner theaters—you name it, they had it. The place had been alive with activity ever since Esther Mae and her two friends came up with a plan to save their beloved town from dying. A few years ago, they’d advertised for ladies to come to town and marry all the lonesome cowboys. Lacy had arrived and supercharged their idea with her own kind of energy—falling in love with Clint in the process. To the men’s surprise, the ladies’ idea had worked above and beyond what any of them had anticipated, totally astounding all the men in town.
These rodeos were their latest idea. But this was a little different. These three rodeos, one a month stretching out across the summer, were geared to bringing home “the runaways” as Clint called them.
The good folks of Mule Hollow wanted family and friends who had moved away to come home and see how much the town had changed. They wanted some familiar faces to move back to town and, like Esther Mae, everyone seemed extra excited about the summer events. Esther Mae, Norma Sue and Adela, known as the matchmaking posse, had zeroed in on anybody they could “help out” where love was concerned. They’d tinkered with him a time or two, but probably decided he was a lost cause. Luke just wasn’t ready to look for love, and no one could change his mind about that until he was good and ready.
He wondered if Montana Brown was here looking for love. Looking to find a lonesome cowboy and make the posse’s matchmaking dreams come true. If she wasn’t, she’d sure better watch out.
“Speaking of all of this, Luke, you’ve been around from the beginning and you’re still single. What’s up with that?” Clint asked.
“Determination, that’s what.” Luke laughed.
“Maybe so,” Clint said, grinning. “Hey, I’ve got to get to Ranger and a bull show at the stock barn. Thanks for coming by with this. We’ll talk more, but in the meantime, you set up in here however you think is right. And …” He’d started to head out but paused, grinning again. “I’m wondering how much longer that determination of yours is going to hold out. The way I see it, you and those brothers of yours have been holdouts way too long. Your time is running out, my friend. Love’s a beautiful thing, you might want to try it someday.”
Luke looked over to watch Montana make another run. He had to admit that just driving into town did tend to lift his spirits. But make him want to jump on the bandwagon and find a wife?
No way.
He had a new ranch to build and grow, and a new livestock business to get up and running. He was driven to make something out of himself, and wasn’t slowing down until he did it. He’d scrimped and saved like many of his friends, and on a cowboy’s pay, that wasn’t easy. A wife and family … maybe later. And maybe not.
Right now, he had a good life. He dated some when he felt like it, but it was never ever serious.
He was focused, happy and determined to be better than his dad expected him to be. And nobody, not even the matchmaking posse, could change that.
Watching Montana round the last barrel again, he saw grit and determination in her expression. He found himself curious about what motivated her. What put that fire in her eyes that flashed as she leaned in low and thundered toward her mark?
“Great run.”
The Texas drawl startled Montana as she walked around the corner of the arena’s fence, heading toward the stall with Murdock in tow. She recognized the cowboy as one she’d seen watching her from the stock pen. She’d ignored him up till now. He’d been talking with Clint earlier, but hadn’t left when Clint did. Too bad. She’d been determined not to let him break her concentration. She’d had a horrible morning run, but then she’d found her focus and made some decent runs.
“Thanks,” she