Pamela Britton - A Cowboy's Pride

“Don’t expect much of a conversation from him,” said Tom. “He hasn’t said two words since I fetched him from the airport. Starting to think he lost his voice along with the use of his legs.”

That got a reaction.

“I can still walk,” Trent muttered.

Barely, from what she’d heard. Rana had filled her in based on internet accounts. Partial paralysis of both legs from midthigh down. He’d hurt his back. There’d been talk he’d never walk again. Or ride. The fact that he had some feeling in his upper legs was a miracle, she’d been told.

“I’ll show you to your cabin, Mr. Anderson,” Rana said, coming forward to take over for the driver.

“Don’t touch me.”

Both Tom and Rana leaned back.

“I can do it myself.” His hands grabbed the wheels, spinning the aluminum frame expertly around.

Alana took one look at Rana’s crushed face and jumped in front of the man.

“You have no idea where you’re going.” She placed her hands on her hips and dared him to try to run her down.

“I’ll find my way.”

He swerved around her. She jumped ahead again.

“You’ll stay right here while we fetch your bags.”

For the first time, steel-gray eyes met her own. “There’s only one. Put it in my lap.”

Put it in my lap.

As if she was some kind of lackey or something.

She met Cabe’s gaze, then looked over at the bus driver. They both stared at her with a mix of surprise and dismay. Tom held a small black duffel bag. She motioned for him to toss it in her direction, and when he did, immediately rebounded it into the cowboy’s lap.

“First cabin on the left.” She stepped to the side. “Don’t let the front door hit you in the ass.”

Three stunned faces gazed back at her, though she didn’t bother looking at Trent again. Yeah, she might have sounded harsh, but something about the man instantly drove her nuts.

Jerk.

Too bad she would have to put up with him for three weeks.

She heard him set off, the wheels of his chair crunching on the gravel. Using the main road, it was a long, long way to the cabins, through the parklike area that surrounded the old ranch house, down past the trees where they thickened up, then down a small hill to the left where the road opened up and the cabins sat—eight of them—the lodge-pine dwellings to the left and the Feather River to the right. That was why Rana had offered to show him the way. Using the road, one part was pretty steep. Sure, she’d probably hoped to talk to him about roping, too. Guess that wasn’t going to happen. With any luck maybe he’d make a wrong turn and end up on somebody else’s property.

Now, now, Alana. You need to be nice. Obviously, the guy has issues.

Yeah, and those issues were now their problem. Great.

“Thanks for bringing him out here,” she said to Tom, her mock smile indicating she felt anything but gratitude.

She turned back to Trent. “Hey,” she called out to the cowboy who, surprisingly enough, stopped, though he didn’t look back. “Welcome to New Horizons Ranch.”

She saw his fists clench and would bet her favorite bay gelding that he did so to keep from flipping her off.

She smiled.

He turned back just in time to catch it.

“Thanks” was all he said before setting off again.

“He’s never going to make it all the way down there without some help,” she heard Rana mutter.

“I know,” Alana said.

“He probably thinks the guest quarters are nearby,” the girl added.

“He’ll learn otherwise soon enough,” Alana muttered.

“Should I tell him about the footpath behind the barn?” Rana asked. “That’s a much safer route for someone in a wheelchair.”

Alana glanced at Cabe, and when she saw the small smile alight upon his face, said, “I think we’ll let him figure things out on his own.”

So it was that all three of them watched as the stubborn man moved farther and farther down the road, completely oblivious to the fact that there was a special trail for people with disabilities. But Alana figured if she mentioned the trail she’d probably upset him even more. She could tell he was the type of man who didn’t like the “disabled” label at all.

“You think he’ll stay the whole three weeks?” Rana asked, and Alana noticed she had tears in her eyes. Poor girl’s feelings were hurt.

Alana heard Cabe huff. “I think we’ll be lucky if he lasts three days.”

Alana gave him twenty-four hours.

Chapter Two

Welcome to New Horizons Ranch.

Trent jerked the chair forward with a thrust of his hand, knowing he hadn’t been exactly friendly to Cabe’s girlfriend, but little caring.

He didn’t want to be here.

Cabe had to know that. The man had been part of the scheme to get him to New Horizons Ranch, along with Trent’s mom and his best friend, Saedra.

It’s time to get your life back on track. Time to rejoin the land of the living. New Horizons Ranch will help you do that.

His mom was dead wrong.

Being a “guest” at a ranch owned by some guy he barely knew wasn’t going to accomplish anything. Scratch that. It would accomplish one thing. He’d end up humiliating himself in front of Cabe and that pretty little friend of his, never mind his daughter. The girl would get over the hero worship once she realized his glory days were over.

His stomach twisted.

He thrust down on his wheels harder, enjoying the exercise, not caring that the sweat beaded up on his brow. Pine trees dotted the roadside, the long trunks thin in some spots, thick in others. He’d glimpsed a riding arena and a barn back there, to the left of the road.

Where the hell were those cabins?

He paused for a moment, huffing as he looked around.

Had he missed a turnoff? He was far enough away from the old ranch house now that he couldn’t see it. A grove of thick trees blocked his view.

Should he go back?

“Need some help?”

Son of a—

“I’m fine,” he said, pushing off again.

“You don’t know where you’re going,” she called out after him.

“Obviously I can’t be too far away if you’re here.” He glanced back at her, observing that black tail of hair so thick it reminded him of a draft horse’s, which might not be very flattering, but the damn stuff was a thick mass. “What’d you do? Cut through the trees?”

And those eyes. Such a light blue he found himself wanting to look back just to get another peek at them. Instead he pushed on. Obviously, he hadn’t missed a road.

“Shortcut,” she called out after him. “Makes it easier to get to our guests.”

Damn it. He hated gravel roads. And dirt roads. The wheels of the chair would hook on a rock and pitch to the right or left. He constantly had to correct himself.

“Though I’m curious what you’re going to do when you reach the hill.”

He hands paused, but only for a second. “I’ll be fine.”

“We usually escort our guests to their cabins,” she added. “You know...for safety reasons.”

His hands would work as brakes.

“Or we have Tom drop them off.”

Whatever.

“We’ve only had one person attempt that hill in a wheelchair all by themselves. You should have seen it. Reminded me of sled racing in the Olympics—”

“Okay, fine.” He spun his chair to face her, nearly pitching his bag off his lap in the process. “You can help me down there, though I don’t know why Cabe sent his girlfriend along to do his dirty work.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.”

She wasn’t?

“And he sent me because he’s busy dealing with his daughter, who’s a tad upset right now because a man she’s worshipped for years just snapped at her.”

He looked into her eyes then, spotted the disappointment and disgust and, yes, the loathing that she felt for him.