Vivian Arend: Rocky Mountain Rebel

The horse made a break for the main road, which put him on a direct path past where Vicki stood against the railing. The lead rope hung loose from the horse’s halter. His tail was up, nostrils flaring. He tossed his head and snorted out his fears.

Robbie darted from under the fence in hot pursuit of his rolling ball, and Vicki’s stomach fell.

The world flipped into slow motion, it really did. There was no time to think, only do. She was the closest person by far, with the men gathered by the trailer and Jaxi burdened with the baby. Out of the corner of her eye she saw one of the guys sprinting toward them, but she knew he’d never make it in time. Instinct kicked in, born of all those lessons Joel had made her repeat again and again.

There was a sickening taste of fear at the back of her throat, her limbs gone numb. In spite of her rising nausea, she rushed forward. There was nothing else she could do.

The fact a far more experienced horsewoman had just been thrown didn’t change the urgency. All she saw were dangerous front hooves slamming into the ground, and Robbie in the way.

He finally heard the shouting. He lifted his head as he twisted, face gone white as the horse bore down on him.

Vicki dashed between the horse and the boy, waved her arms and shouted. With macabre fascination she watched the beast rush toward her, waiting for the pain of impact to arrive, fully expecting to be trampled.

Only he jerked to a stop and sniffed hard. Her heart might have stopped as well. She had gone stone cold, and everything around them faded away until it was just her and the horse in a tiny corner of the world.

Terror of a different sort rocked her, images of the beast lifting his forequarters then slamming down on Robbie. To stop him from rearing she clutched the lead rope, snatching at his mane with the other. “Easy now. Whoa.”

Her feet were firmly on the ground, anchoring the horse in position. Her ploy seemed to have worked, at least until he lifted his head. With her hands gripping the lead rope and his mane, she rose into the air. Dangling from his head she might have been a fly for all the attention he paid her.

He took off without lunging, though. Moving down the lane at a slower speed, Robbie left behind.

The demon-possessed horse had calmed, but still seemed intent on fleeing from the ranch with Vicki stuck like a burr to his neck. She hung on for dear life while being jolted as he trotted out the main gate. She couldn’t get her fingers to release.

“Come on, it’s okay. Easy. Easy .”

Like she’d learned to imitate the Coleman cowboy stroll, she did her best to copy how Joel always talked around the animals. Smooth and calm. A total lie from what she felt inside, but she got the words out. Somehow? They sounded as if she was taking a stroll in the park.

“Easy, boy.”

Then a miracle happened. The hell horse slowed to a walk.

Hope rose. Her heart still pounded enough to make the blood roar in her ears, but the beast was settling. His head dropped low enough her feet touched the ground.

“That’s it. Good boy.”

She glanced back toward the ranch. She thought she’d heard another horse, and sure enough, there was Joel, riding bareback, a coil of rope in his hand. He approached slowly, but the wild beastie in front of her twitched.

“He’s scared of you,” she warned.

“Easy, boy. Easy.” Joel glanced at Vicki. “Hold him steady. You’re doing great.”

He slipped off Trigger and paced forward cautiously. He shh ed the horse a few times as he got closer, wrapping his hand over hers on the rope. “You can let go now.”

No. No, she didn’t think she could. Her fingers were locked in that position for the rest of her life. Vicki nodded, though, and slowly stepped away, the smooth fibers pulling from her crooked fingers as she increased the distance between them.

Joel’s attention remained fixed on the runaway as he spoke soft and slow. “Lead Trigger back to the barn,” he ordered.

After the hundreds of times she’d crawled on his back, after dealing with the panicked new beast, it didn’t seem nearly as scary anymore to grasp hold of the sedate Trigger’s mane and tug him toward the barn. “Come on, big guy.”

Her stomach tightened as they moved, but now it had nothing to do with the horse at her side. Whatever had caused her phobia in the first place had been replaced with confidence she knew what to do.

No, the agony twisting her had less to do with the stinky beast and everything to do with having to say goodbye in a few days. Goodbye to Robbie, who she spotted ahead, wrapped in his dad’s arms. Dirt streaked his face from his little hands rubbing his teary eyes.

She’d be leaving the Colemans, most of whom had opened their homes and their hearts.

And leaving…

God , she couldn’t even think it without choking up.

Mike Coleman met her near the corral. He surrounded her with an arm and pressed his lips to her forehead. “You done good. You done real good.”

Blake gave her a hug of his own before taking Trigger and guiding him back inside the railings.

Vicki swallowed hard and set her resolve. It had been the most incredible experience of her life, being with the Colemans. They’d shown her how family was supposed to act. Well, Jesse’s actions proved even in the best of families, nothing was perfect. But she’d only been invited in for a short while, and as much as she wanted this to be real—it wasn’t.

Somewhere down the road, in a better location, after a fresh start, she hoped she’d find this again, and when she did? She’d do everything in her power to make it last forever.

She took in the slowly settling chaos. Karen was laid out on the ramp, her face tight with pain, one leg bent at an awkward angle. Hope, Matt and Travis were all there, supporting her. Marion, Beth and Jaxi had most of the children rounded up and were guiding them inside. Robbie remained in Daniel’s arms, the two of them talking seriously as Daniel carried him toward the barn.

Joel soothed the wary beast back into the yard even as an ambulance siren drew nearer.

It was like trying to memorize a sunset, every moment precious yet vanishing quickly. Watching him made all kinds of memories pop to mind, bringing both joy and tears of frustration.

He led the horse past her, and Mike took over, Blake at his side to ensure the animal went where he belonged this time.

Joel folded her against his body and kissed the top of her head. “Darling, that was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. I’m so proud of you.”

“I’ll start shaking once I go home. Oh my God, Joel, what did I do?”

“What had to be done.” He kissed her again then walked her toward the barn, his arm still draped around her shoulders. “What you were trained to do.”

She didn’t believe it when he brought her into the corral, to Trigger’s side and offered a leg up. “You want me to ride him bareback? Now?”

She glanced around at the turmoil-filled yard.

Joel nodded. “Trust me. Mount up.”

Heart and mind still a whirl, she followed his orders and found herself on Trigger’s broad back, fingers twisted in the stiff hair of his mane. A moment later Joel joined her, settling his hand around her waist and snuggling their torsos tight as he nudged Trigger forward. “First rule of horses. Get right back in the saddle.”

Swaying together as Trigger circled the yard, Vicki found it hard to argue with Joel, if only for the fact she got to be nestled in his arms once more.

And when Daniel appeared, leading Robbie on another horse, Vicki had to smile.

Joel rested his chin over her shoulder, their cheeks touching. “Be proud of yourself. This proves nothing’s going to stop you from doing your job this summer. You did it. Your dreams are coming true.”