Rodeo Father
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Mary Sullivan
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HarlequinChapter One
Travis Read stood on the outskirts of Rodeo, Montana, and stared at the sorriest excuse for a midway he’d ever encountered.
He’d pulled his truck over for a closer look.
Old rides littered the prairie like a county fair graveyard. Rusty signs hung askew.
A hint he should hightail it out of town before he’d even arrived? Maybe, save for one ride. Front and center, a spit-shined carousel stood out from the other decaying machines as though risen fresh from the grave.
Merry-go-rounds weren’t usually on Travis’s radar, whimsy being a stranger in his life, but he had his nephews to think about now.
He’d bet both his old Stetson and broken-in cowboy boots the boys would be tickled by the carousel. He was.
Gleaming in the meager late-October sunshine, the merry-go-round seemed like a good omen.
No way, Travis.
Grimly, he straightened his spine. He didn’t believe in omens, good, bad or otherwise.
“You look like a man who could use a smile.”
A feminine voice drifted out of the early-morning mist that shrouded the hushed countryside, carried on the faint breeze like a melody.
A young woman stepped up behind one of the inanimate ponies on the ride, materializing with a playful smile and a smear of grease across her left cheek.
One fist gripped a wrench and the other a rag, which she used to burnish a gilded saddle on a white pony. The contrast of that wrench and the small hand charmed Travis. No mean feat. He didn’t charm easily.
She thought he could use a smile. Dead right.
The woman grinned and his heart stuttered. Good vibes shimmered from her like sunshine reflecting off clear water.
The corners of his mouth, rusty with disuse, twitched.
“Yes, ma’am, I sure could use one of those.” No sense denying the truth she’d picked up on. “You don’t see many of these around anymore.”
She crossed her arms on the elaborate saddle. “Bet you’ve seen better looking amusement parks.”
“Could use some work.”
She laughed. “That’s an understatement if I’ve ever heard one.” As she stared around the downcast place, her expression became subdued.
Her friendliness had lightened up the gray corners of his heart.
“Nothing a little elbow grease won’t cure,” he ventured, clumsy in his attempt to make her smile again.
She drew herself up and grinned. Aaah. Better.
“Yes,” she said. “You’re absolutely right.”
Unnaturally drawn to this attractive stranger, Travis leaned forward, his body pressing against a wood-slat fence that needed a hammer, a whole lot of nails and a few coats of paint.
“Someone’s done a good job on the carousel.” By the look of pride on her face, he’d found the culprit. “Looks great.”
She looked great. Her smile warmed the chill in his heart.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
He doffed his Stetson. His mom might not have taught him much, but she’d stressed the importance of good manners. “Travis Read.”
“Rachel McGuire.” Her voice rang like birdsong. “Haven’t seen you around town. Just passing through?”
She rested her chin on her crossed arms, her glance flickering toward his truck and horse trailer parked on the shoulder.
“Looks like you’ll be staying a while?”
He stiffened. He didn’t discuss his life with strangers, a habit ingrained years ago.
Yeah, he planned to stay, but only long enough to get his sister and nephews settled in, and then he’d be moving on.
No sense telling that to Rachel, no matter how attractive he found her humor-filled eyes.
It was none of her business.
“Got hired to work for the Webers,” was all he was inclined to share.
“On the Double U? You’re fortunate. Udall’s a good man. Uma mothers everyone for fifty miles around. As long as you’re a hard worker, they’ll treat you like gold.”
If there were a definition in the dictionary for hard worker it would be his name. He’d toiled since he was old enough to shovel shit and straw.
Enough about him.
He pointed to a sign dotted brown and green with rust and verdigris, which arched above the entrance to the park: Rodeo, Montana, Fairgrounds and Amusement Park, Home of Our World-Famous Rodeo.
“Heard a rumor the town’s planning on resurrecting that rodeo. Next summer?” Maybe he could earn a few extra bucks. He used to be good.
Damned if she didn’t perk right up.
“You rodeo?”
“Been known to ride a bull or two.”
The aurora borealis he’d once seen in northern Alberta had nothing on this woman’s smile.
Rachel brushed a lock of thick hair from her face. He thought the color might be called tawny. It glowed like liquid honey and looked as soft as a calf’s ear.
Her smile dazzled him and sent him off-kilter. She had some powerful mojo that had him falling like a load of bricks. Images tempted him, of cozy nights in his new home with a wood fire burning and a thick blanket on the floor beside the hearth, firelight dancing over golden skin, the two of them naked and indulging in the sweetest exercise known to man—
“Care for a ride?” she asked, eyes wide.
A ride? Was his face that transparent? His cheeks heated like coals in a grill.
His shock must have shown because she frowned and tapped the ornamental saddle. “I won’t make it go too fast if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Ohhhh, that kind of ride.
Well, hell, that was obvious, wasn’t it? She was standing on a carousel in a fairground.
Cripes, Travis, get your mind out of the gutter.
Where the heck had that daydream come from? His dreams had been beaten out of him early on in life.
Even so... A ride on a carousel... He yearned, an ache in his chest for a boyhood that had never existed.
Dusty stirred in the trailer. Travis shouldn’t leave him so long, but temptation swayed him.
He’d never been on an amusement park ride in his life. They’d never had money as kids. Later, he’d been busy keeping himself and Sammy fed and clothed, body and soul patched together with spit and determination.
With the likelihood of him still being here next summer paper-thin, this could be his one chance for a carousel ride.
Take it, that inner little boy who’d missed all of this in childhood urged.
Why not? How long would it take? Five minutes? He could spare that.
A laugh burst out of him. “You bet! I sure would like a ride, and you can make it go as fast as you want.”
As frisky as a young boy, he put a hand on the top rail and hopped over. The structure creaked under his weight.
“You need to shore up that fence.”
A waterfall of feminine laughter cascaded over him. “Ya think?” she asked. “Everything in this park needs work. It’s a never-ending job.”
Travis stepped up onto the carousel.
Up close, Rachel looked even better. His breath backed up in his throat, his world rocked by this one short woman.
She still stood behind the white pony. What he could see of her above its body sure looked fine.
Freckles dotted a pert nose and strong cheekbones. Flecks of gold flashed in eyes lit with an inner glow.
That her hazel eyes and some of the streaks in her hair matched was about the most striking feature he’d ever seen on a woman.
One small freckle dotted her bottom lip.
The tiniest pair of silver cowboy boots hung from stars in her earlobes.
He wondered what the rest of her looked like. With her arms crossed on top of the pony, the too-long sleeves of a plaid flannel jacket covered most of her hands. Her right hand still gripped the wrench.
Inside the collar of her jacket was a prettier shirt collar, Western, pink with white piping and small white flowers embroidered on the tips.
She caught him studying the flowers. “Bitterroot,” she said. “Montana’s state flower.”
A straw cowboy hat with a pink band embroidered with more bitterroot flowers hung behind her on the center column of the ride.
She flung an arm wide to encompass the characters on the old ride. The pungent scent of fresh paint and turpentine wafted from the structure. “Take your pick. I’ve been fine-tuning the engine and oiling her parts to put her to bed for the winter. I need to test her. Might as well have a passenger on board while I do.”
She smiled again. “Waste of energy otherwise, running her with no one on her. This lovely old lady was made to be enjoyed.” In her voice, he heard a world of affection.
“Choose your animal and climb on,” she said.
Travis walked around the carousel and rubbed his hand across the backs of the odd animals—odd for an amusement park ride, that was. Along with the usual horses were a pair of bighorn sheep, a bison, a cow, a white-tailed deer and an elk, all wearing ornate saddles. Strangest darned ride he’d ever seen.
He chose a big black bull.
“Predictable,” Rachel muttered, tempering it with a humorous tone.
“Sorry to disappoint, ma’am, but I’ve never seen a bull on a carousel ride before. It’s big and sturdy.”
In her quick glance down his big body, he saw admiration, but her eyes shifted away too quickly. So was she attracted to him? Or not?
“The bull should hold your weight,” was all she said.
He mounted. It did. He held on to a pair of long hard horns.
“Ready when you are,” he called back over his shoulder when he heard her walk away behind him.
From somewhere near the center column of the big old thing, she called, “Here you go.”
He heard a lever being moved. The ride took a few arthritic strides. Then the engine kicked in and picked up speed.
His breath caught. There was something to be said for taking your first ride as an adult.
“Hang on to your hat, mister. You’re going for the ride of your life.”
On this old thing? Not likely.
He liked her sense of humor. Together, they could have a lot of fu-u-u-u-u-n-n—
The carousel picked up more speed than a machine this large and heavy should. Travis gripped the horns. A breeze rushed past his ears, filling them with whispered sighs and longings he’d thought he’d given up on years ago.
“You want music?” she called.
“Yeah!”
The toots and whistles of a calliope filled the air with the old Beatles song “All You Need Is Love.”
Stress, responsibility and apprehension fell away, lifting his spirits. When had he ever been free?
Unadulterated joy filled him, the kind kids never question, but that had never had a place in Travis’s childhood.
There’d been tangled bits of hope hidden in miserly corners of his world, but there had never been joy.
He let go of the horns and spread his arms wide. The cool wind worked its way through his jacket and shirt, filling him with vitality and refreshing his tired mind. The sun, having finally burned off the morning fog, melted the permafrost of his heart.
His cowboy hat, part of his head for nearly twenty years, flew off.
A huge laugh startled out of him, snatched immediately by the wind and caught by Rachel. He heard her laugh in response.
After a time, the ride slowed and he wiped rivers of tears from his cheeks. He wasn’t crying. No. It was just the wind.
He smiled harder than he had in a long, long time.
“That’s more like it,” Rachel said as she waddled over, satisfaction tinting her tone. “That’s the kind of smile I like to see on a man’s face.”
Whoa. Back up. Waddled?
Her pregnant belly stuck out a mile. His dreams of warm winter nights, a fire in the hearth and a willing partner deflated like a weather balloon in a snowstorm.
The woman was about to pop. What was she having? Triplets?
When other people saw pregnant women, they got warm fuzzies. Not Travis.
Pregnant women made him think about being trapped, about expectations and responsibilities. He’d had his fill of those. Still did. Big time.
He had one big responsibility to handle in this town before hitching a ride on the next good breeze and heading back out.
Reluctantly, he dismounted, his dreams slow to die. But die they did. As always.
Oh, Lord, mischief lurked in Rachel’s hazel eyes. Damn the woman. She’d known exactly how attracted he’d been to her and how shocked he was now.
“Nice meeting you, Travis. I’m sure we’ll see each other around town.” She handed him his hat.
He settled it onto his head slowly, tamping it down with a hard tug, the grown man firmly back in place.
“Thank you, ma’am.” He might be disappointed in her pregnancy, but she’d given him a gift. His gratitude was sincere. He adjusted his expectations and left the carousel, his stride long and fierce.
He couldn’t get away fast enough, driving without a backward glance.
He didn’t believe in new beginnings. No matter where he went, he always ended up in the same old place.
Not so for his nephews. Travis wouldn’t let that happen to Jason and Colt. Damned if he would let them down. They deserved a good home, and he would create one for them here in Rodeo. They would get more out of childhood than he ever had.
Screw your head on right, Travis. Disappointment never killed a man. Get on with it.
With purpose compelling him forward, he put Rachel out of his mind and drove straight to the Double U, where he pulled up in front of a sprawling ranch house with cedar siding and red shutters framing wide windows.
No one answered the front door when he knocked.
He’d been here once before, the day he’d been hired, put in touch with the Webers by an acquaintance, a cowboy he respected and trusted.
That day, he’d taken a tour of the town and had known immediately it would work for Samantha and the boys.
He’d chosen a house for them, one that had been put on the market just a half hour before he stepped into the real estate office. The down payment had been a result of years of having nothing to spend his paycheck on but himself...and he didn’t need much.
A good, solid house. Needed some work, but it had been built well. A safe town. Meant to be.
Travis might not believe in good omens for himself, but he did for his only remaining family.
He ran his new boss, Udall Weber, to ground in the stable.
Udall shook hands with a firm grip. “Good to see you again. You get settled in all right?” A big man with a ruddy complexion, his skin had been ruined by years of hard work in the unforgiving elements.
“Not yet. Got an appointment in an hour to pick up the keys. Meantime, where can I put Dusty?”
“Last stall on the right. First, let’s saddle up for a quick tour of the ranch.”
“Glad to have one.”
“Take the weekend to get yourself organized. Monday will be soon enough to start work. We got fences that need mending before winter.”
Travis backed his horse out of the trailer. Dusty, a solid gray gelding he’d owned for a dozen years, had covered a lot of miles with him. His brief visits to get Sammy and the boys out of Vegas and settled in San Francisco seemed like a bad dream here on the stunning Montana prairie.
“Park your trailer behind the barn beside mine.” Udall pointed to a spot. “Don’t mind if you store it there for the winter till you get your place set up.”
“Thanks. Appreciate it.” His place never would be set up, not for permanently holding cattle.
His clothes were in a bag on the backseat of his pickup truck. His motorcycle rested in the bed. What else did he need?
Sammy’s voice rang in his head. You need a home, Travis. Put roots down somewhere and stay for longer than a year.
Nope.
“You meet anyone in town yet?” Udall asked, breaking into his thoughts.
A picture of whiskey-colored eyes and tawny hair flashed across his memory. “I stopped at the amusement park outside of town. Met a woman named Rachel.”
The corners of Udall’s mouth turned down. “Rachel McGuire.”
Travis frowned. “You don’t like her?”
“I like her fine. Lovely young woman. She’s got a rough road ahead, though. Husband’s dead and she’s pregnant, with another little one already at home.”
“Jeez, that’s tough.”
Wind knocked out of him, Travis had to admit he was one of the lucky ones. Sure, he had his problems, but that poor woman...what a future she had facing her.
His admiration grew. How she’d kept her good humor boggled his mind. Another kid at home as well as one on the way? Warning bells clanged. No matter how much he admired the woman, he’d be keeping his distance.
“What’s with the carousel? It’s great, but the rest of the place looks abandoned.”
“We got us a committee that’s reviving the park. They’ve set their sights on getting it up and running by next summer.”
“Think they can?” Considering what he’d seen today, Travis had his doubts.
“If anyone can, it would be Rachel and her gang.”
With a rough laugh, Udall strode away to saddle up, his denim jeans and shirt emphasizing his lean, hard frame.
Travis saddled Dusty, a chore he’d done thousands of times before. This was where he belonged, with horses and ranchers. Running his hand along the horse’s neck, he murmured, “You survive the trip okay, boy?”
He rode out with his new boss onto land as pretty as any he’d ever seen. He’d been raised in Arizona, a state with its own brand of stark beauty, but often arid. He liked the colors of Montana.
“Monday morning, we’ll get you out trailing,” Udall said. “One of the hands spotted a dozen cattle holed up in the gully at the south edge of the property.”
Travis followed him out onto the range.
“In his reference letter, Lester Green said you’re one of the best he’s ever seen at flushing cattle out of tough spots and bringing them home. Said you did real good up in Wyoming last fall.”
“Yeah. Lester was a good boss.” Travis loved trailing, one of his favorite jobs. “It’s late to be finishing up gathering cattle for the winter, isn’t it?”
“Yep. Had a couple of the hands out sick. Some kind of flu goin’ ’round.”
They spotted a sheep caught on a piece of damaged fence on the far side of a field of dormant alfalfa.
“You keep sheep?” Travis asked.
“My neighbor raises them and spins her own yarn.”
Together, they got the distressed animal off the fence, but not before it kicked Travis in his ribs.
He hissed.
“That hurt, I bet.” Udall said.
Travis rubbed the injury. “Part of the job.”
Udall set the animal loose on its own side of the fence. “I’ll come back with tools tomorrow and fix this.”
“Let me.”
Udall shot him a surprised look. “You sure? You only just got here.”
“I’m sure. Just spent too many days on the road. I’m itchy to get out on the land.”
Udall smiled approvingly. They mounted and rode on.
So darned glad to be back in the country, Travis breathed deeply of fresh air purer than anything he’d ever found in any city.
His worries fell away, leaving only the wind in his ears, the sun on the prairie and the warmth of the animal beneath him.
