Читать книгу The Long Road Home - Lynn Patrick - Страница 12
ОглавлениеWHY IN THE WORLD was Sam grinning like a fool? Remembering how the town boys used to make fun of her, Priscilla sat straighter in her saddle. She probably looked ridiculous, since she had never been a horseback rider. But Sam wasn’t like that. He’d never been, she reminded herself. He might have teased her some, but he’d never treated her with disrespect.
Before she could ask him what was so amusing, she realized Mia had hung back to join them. Uh-oh, her niece was frowning.
“Mia, is something wrong? Aren’t you having fun?”
“It’s okay...well, a little boring. I’d have more fun if we could gallop our horses.”
“We have no reason to gallop them,” Sam told her. “We’re not rounding up stray cattle.”
“Now that would be fun!” A hopeful-looking Mia looked over to the grazing cows. “Can we?”
“We might scare the milk out of ’em,” Sam said. “What do you think?”
The girl looked crestfallen. “I suppose not. Couldn’t we at least canter?”
“You mean lope. You’re riding with Western gear now. We jog and lope, not trot and canter,” Sam told her. “And we hold both reins in one hand. I assume you’re right-handed, so use your left hand to rein your horse.”
Mia immediately switched. “Like that?”
“Pretty much. Maybe a little higher and looser.”
“How do you control direction like this? I mean, if you want to turn the horse?”
“A simple rein on the horse’s neck and pressure from your opposite leg.”
Mia tried it and flashed them a big grin. “Awesome!”
Sam laughed. “I give Western lessons if you want to learn more.”
Mia jumped on that one. “Can I take them, Aunt Priscilla? Dad gave us enough money to do whatever we want this summer. Can we come back tomorrow?”
Her niece looked excited enough to burst, but Priscilla wasn’t ready to commit herself before they talked it through. After all, Alyssa would have a say in what they were going to do every day. Though she didn’t think the teenager would object to coming out here again, not the way she’d kept her horse practically glued to Logan’s.
“We’ll talk about it tonight. Maybe we can arrange a lesson for later in the week.”
“What’s wrong with tomorrow?”
Fighting to keep her cool despite the whiny tone Mia was now using, Priscilla repeated, “We’ll discuss it tonight.”
With an exaggerated huff, Mia moved her horse forward, away from her and Sam.
“Hmm, seems like she expects to get what she wants when she wants it,” Sam observed.
Right. It seemed as if Alyssa wasn’t the only spoiled one in the family. “My brother gives them no boundaries at times. I suppose it’s hard not to give your kids everything they want.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“You don’t have kids?” she asked.
“Not without a wife.”
Realizing they’d practically repeated their earlier conversation about her, Priscilla laughed with him.
Then Sam said, “The truth is, I never had time to think about starting a family.”
“Too busy working?”
“You could say that.”
Obviously Sam had gone a long way from being a farm boy used to dealing with dairy cows. Priscilla asked, “So how did you become such an expert on Western horsemanship?”
“When I left here, I headed west. Ended up in Wyoming. And Montana. And Idaho. And the Dakotas.”
“Doing...?”
“Working the rodeo circuit.”
“Rodeo!”
Though why she was so surprised, Priscilla didn’t know. Sam had always been a wild kid, a wilder teenager. He’d always taken chances with himself. And unfortunately with others. There had been a time that last winter that hadn’t ended too well. He’d given classmate Tim Berger a ride on his motorcycle, and he’d been hotdogging it on the highway despite the bitter cold. They’d hit a patch of black ice and the cycle had gone over. Sam had been bruised and cut, but Tim had been badly hurt. His leg had been broken in several places. He’d had a long recovery and even all these years later walked with a limp.
“Took to rodeo like a duck takes to water,” Sam was saying. His voice resigned, he added, “But rodeo is a young man’s game.”
“If I remember correctly, you’re thirty-two.”
“But you don’t rodeo without getting hurt at times. My body is a heck of a lot older than I like to consider.”
His body looked a heck of a lot better than most of the local young men, but she guessed he might have taken some bad falls. Old injuries weren’t always apparent, but they could be a continuing problem.
She said, “So you quit the circuit to start a ranch on your dad’s property.”
Sam looked away from her and cleared his throat. “Something like that. Pop had that accident falling off the roof, too. Broken leg or not, he’s staying put in his own place.”
“So you wanted to make sure he was okay.” Which only made sense. Priscilla had panicked when she’d heard Mom had taken a fall on the ice and had broken her arm the winter before she’d returned to Sparrow Lake.
“Since he’d given up dairy farming, Pop talked about selling the land. But I convinced him to let me have a go at a different kind of business first.”
“It seems like you’ve got a good start.”
Priscilla checked out the other riders. Everyone but Mia seemed to be pretty happy. Especially Alyssa, still glued to Logan’s side.
“Not really a good start,” Sam said. “A few lessons a week added to a daily trail ride with a half dozen customers won’t pay the bills.”
“You’ve got to give the business some time to build.”
“Like you did.”
“Not to mention figuring out ways to promote it to get new customers.”
Looking thoughtful, Sam said, “I’d like to talk to you about what it takes to make a new business successful.”
“Sure. I can do a little brainstorming with you.”
“I’m booked up getting this place in order the next couple of days, but after that, I’ll give you a call.”
“Anytime,” Priscilla said.
The idea of spending time with Sam, even if it was just business, sent such warmth shooting through her that nothing could spoil her good mood.
* * *
PRISCILLA’S MOOD WAS soon tested on the ride back to town.
“Alyssa and Logan, sittin’ in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g...” Mia sing-songed from the backseat.
“Shut up, Mia! That’s dumb!”
“Make me!”
Alyssa unsnapped her seat belt and turned toward her little sister so fast that a startled Priscilla swerved the car.
“Sit down!” she yelled, her heart pounding. “Now! And put that seat belt back on!”
Alyssa huffed but did as she said, while Mia snickered from the backseat.
“And you, Mia, stop instigating trouble if you want to come back out here to ride!”
“Well, it’s true!”
“I didn’t kiss him,” grumbled Alyssa. She tossed her head. “But maybe I will.”
“No, you won’t,” Priscilla said.
Her niece gave her a dirty look. “Why not? I can kiss him. He’s really cute.”
“And too old for you.”
“I’m not a baby!”
“You’re sixteen, Alyssa. A teenager. Logan is a young man. Probably twenty, maybe older.”
“So what? Back in New York, I date older men.”
Mia snorted and widened her eyes. “Oh, yeah? When? Who? Where?”
“Shut up!”
“I’m gonna tell Dad!”
When Alyssa started to turn toward the backseat again, Priscilla raised her voice, “All right, enough, both of you!”
Thankful that they both went silent for the moment, Priscilla took a big breath. Surely they wouldn’t snipe at each other the whole time they stayed with her. More than anything, she hated confrontation. Hated the fact that she’d yelled at the nieces she loved. She’d avoided mean-spirited sniping since she was a kid. As unbelievable as it seemed, she wished one of Alyssa’s friends would text her so the girls would leave each other alone. Checking the rearview mirror, she realized that Mia had pulled out her cell phone and was already involved in playing some game.
“So what is it with you and that guy?” Alyssa suddenly asked.
“That guy...Sam? What do you mean?”
“You were into him on the whole ride.”
Priscilla squirmed a bit. That might be true, but how had Alyssa even noticed when she’d been so into Logan?
“Sam and I went to high school together. We were just catching up.”
“On what?”
“On what we’ve been doing with our lives.”
“You live in the same town.”
“We do now, but Sam was gone for a lot of years. He just moved back recently. I didn’t even know he was here.”
“But you’re glad to see him, right?”
“Well, sure. It’s always nice to see old friends.”
“Looked like he was more than a friend, Aunt Priscilla. Was he your boyfriend?”
Priscilla felt her face grow warm. How ridiculous. “No...well, we had one date, but that was fifteen years ago.” And she didn’t have to explain it to a sixteen-year old.
Though she couldn’t help but remember that toe-tingling kiss they’d shared after the prom. And Sam’s declaration that he wanted her to be his girl.
“Then you broke up?” Alyssa probed.
“Uh, we weren’t exactly...together. He left town.”
“Just like that?”
“Uh-huh.” The day after the date, Sam had been gone. Hadn’t even said goodbye. Worse, she’d learned that the only reason Sam had asked her was because a couple of his football player friends bet he couldn’t get her to venture out from behind her thick glasses and give him a good time.
“I wouldn’t let some guy like that get away,” Alyssa said.
“I didn’t exactly have a choice.”
“He’s pretty cool,” Mia said, leaning forward. “A real cowboy. You are going to let me take those lessons with him, aren’t you?”
“I said we would talk about it. I want to make sure we do things that both of you enjoy. And your grandmother may have some ideas about your activities. She wants to see a lot of you while you’re here.”
“I want to go back to the ranch, too,” Alyssa said. “I love riding.”
Mia snorted. “Since when? You said it was boring.”
“I was bored doing the same thing all the time. But going out to the ranch is different.”
Right, Priscilla thought. The ranch had Logan. That fact, as well as going back into Sam’s territory made her more than a little nervous. Logan had been friendly, but not too friendly. Surely he realized Alyssa was too young for him. She couldn’t fault him for her niece’s new crush. She could still fault Sam...but she could handle anything, including him.
She hoped.
“Well, Grams and Gramps will want to spend all day tomorrow with the two of you,” Priscilla said. “But I’ll see about making arrangements for later in the week.”
“Yay!” Mia said.
Alyssa simply grinned.
Making Priscilla want to roll her eyes. Whatever made her think having a teenager as her responsibility for half the summer was going to be a piece of cake?
