Leann Harris - Redemption Ranch

Dogger looked from her to Tyler as if trying to understand what was happening.

Tyler studied his dog. “Dogger doesn’t easily make friends.”

She ignored her embarrassment. “I know. I’ve tried to befriend him before, but he’s been very wary around me. What he normally does is give me the eye, turn around and walk off.” The words could’ve applied to Tyler himself. She glanced at him.

Tyler didn’t flinch, and Beth breathed a sigh of relief. Instead, he squatted down and ruffled the dog’s ears. “Dogger’s a survivor and cautious in all he does. Streets of Baghdad do that to a soul.”

Looking down at Tyler’s brown, wavy hair, Beth had a feeling that Dogger wasn’t the only one Tyler was talking about. “Well, I’m glad he’s feeling at home enough to invite me to pet him.”

Tyler stood and looked at her stocking feet.

“When Dogger sat down in front of Charming, the horse danced a bit, and I wasn’t looking and lost my shoes.” She ended her explanation in a whisper.

He leaned in to hear the last. Her eyes locked with his and her stomach did a jig. Tyler Lynch was one of the few men she’d known who could see eye to eye with her oldest brother, Ethan, who stood six-foot-three.

Dogger stood and walked closer to Charming, breaking the intimate moment between them. Dogger didn’t move while Charming inspected him. Beth knew the two animals were taking stock of each other, much like the man standing next to her. Charming lifted his head and nodded. The dog had passed the test.

Beth stroked Charming’s side. “Dogger’s on a roll today. Two friends.”

The dog glanced over his shoulder as if to say, c’mon, human owner, join me.

Tyler didn’t move. Dogger sent him another look.

Beth laughed. “I don’t think he’s going to give up until you do.”

“Okay, okay,” Tyler said, holding up his hands. He walked to Charming and rubbed the horse’s nose. “I feel kinda funny having the dog introduce us.”

Grinning at Tyler’s surrender, Beth added, “Sometimes animals have better sense than humans.”

Tyler’s brow shot up.

She didn’t mean it as an insult and wanted to apologize, but decided the best way to correct the situation was to plow on. “How long have you had Dogger?”

His face closed down and his gaze dropped to his hand on Charming’s neck. He stroked the gelding’s black coat.

Had she gone too far? The man had been as stand-offish as his dog until today and now he was opening up.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“I found Dogger under the fender of a car used in a roadside bomb outside of Mosul. I think the poor pup was in the wrong place at the wrong time. We don’t know if he was hit by the fender or was in the street and crawled under the fender after it landed close to him.

“I heard the whimper and investigated. There was Dogger, a cute little shaver. He seemed okay except for the cut on the back of his head.” He pointed to the scar. “That was where the medic thinks the fender hit him. We adopted him and he became our company’s mascot.” Tyler glanced down at the dog. “I didn’t want to leave him in the country when I came home and none of the other guys at the base wanted to adopt him, so I made arrangements for him to come home with me.”

It explained a lot about the two of them. Dogger was never far from Tyler’s side.

“Well, I’m glad that he’s decided to make friends.” Beth leaned down and scratched the dog’s head. “I hope he’ll want to work with the kids we have coming here, or the other veterans who’ll be coming. I think those guys will identify with the dog. He’s another survivor.”

Tyler continued to stroke Charming. “I’m glad the Army decided to use you all. Anyone say when you’ll get your first patient?”

“Next week is when I think we’ll get a couple of soldiers. My older brother, Ethan, is training more horses at our parents’ ranch to work with adult males.”

A spark of interest flared in Tyler’s eyes. “Because?”

“Well, you’ve seen the horses here. Some are taller than others. Brownie is only fourteen hands tall, perfect for the kids who ride. But an adult male will be much too heavy for that little mare. Charming here is right for someone like you.”

He jerked. “What?”

“An adult male,” she quickly added.

He looked a little less offended.

“You could ride him, but if we have more than one adult male riding at the same time, we’ll have to have another horse for them to use.”

“Makes sense. It’s been a while since I’ve worked around the barn. When Ollie’s here, he’s good at directing me.”

Oh, goodness, Beth thought, he’d revealed another part of himself. They were on a roll. “Ollie’s good at giving orders.”

The ranch foreman had been taking chemo for his stomach cancer. Combined with her brother’s recent marriage to her college roommate, things had been crazy around the ranch. Beth had also been traveling a great deal as a clothing buyer for the largest independent department store in the state of New Mexico. “I’ve been praying for him.”

Tyler tensed up. It wasn’t a big move, just a tightening of his shoulders and expression.

Before she could question him about it, Sophie entered the stables. “Beth, Beth, what are you doing out here?” She looked from Beth to Tyler. “Oh, am I interrupting something?”

Beth flushed to the roots of her hair. Tyler’s expression looked like it was carved out of stone.

“Dogger decided to let me pet him. We were just marveling at it.”

Sophie took in the scene. “I came out here because I wanted to introduce you to one of the new military riders who’s going to start next week.”

“I’d love to meet him.”

Sophie grinned. “It’s a her.”

“You’re kidding, aren’t you?”

“Nope. C’mon and I’ll introduce you to Captain Brenda Kaye.”

Beth started toward the door but realized she had no shoes on. Sophie looked at her feet.

“You can thank Charming for that,” Beth explained. “He kept knocking me into the stall wall and I lost both of my shoes.” She hurried back into the stall, found her shoes and slipped them on. Closing the stall door behind her, Beth said, “Okay, I’m ready.”

At the stable door, Beth glanced over her shoulder and smiled at Tyler and Dogger.

With her heart light, she walked back to the house with Sophie.

Sophie linked arms with Beth. “What happened back there?”

“He offered his friendship.”

Sophie stopped. “Who—the dog or Tyler?”

Beth grinned. “Both.”

* * *

Tyler watched Beth and Sophie stroll up the curved walkway to the main house. From their body language, he could tell the women knew each other and were friends. Sophie’s dark head leaned close to Beth’s light brown curls and they laughed.

Sophie stopped, looked at her friend, then at the stables. Tyler resisted the urge to step back. What had Beth said? They resumed their stroll to the house.

Tyler turned around and walked to Charming’s stall where his dog sat. “So, bud, what’s going on?”

The dog looked at him, but didn’t move from his spot in front of the stall door. The horse stuck his head out and nodded. Tyler didn’t know how he felt, but the shock of seeing Dogger allowing Beth to pet him had rocked him back on his heels. Since Tyler had found the wounded pup on that rutted road outside Mosul, there had been a special bond between man and dog. They were both survivors. He’d survived the tornado that killed his parents, and Dogger survived the car explosion. Dogger befriended all the men of his unit, but when the chips were down, Dogger always settled in with Tyler. His best friend and fellow bomb tech, Paul Carter, teased Tyler about what his fiancée was going to think when he showed up in Oklahoma with the mutt who’d want to sleep in the bed between them. They found Dogger a few weeks before Paul died disarming a bomb.