Leann Harris - Second Chance Ranch

“Hmm, I thought it would ease him into the situation. It certainly gave him something to think about besides his discomfort.”

It had done that. “I think we have Andy to thank for our success. And your prayers.”

“Will you let me know how the session goes tomorrow?” Beth asked.

“You’re not coming with Zach?”

“No. I’ll let Ethan do it instead of me. He’ll be more help than I could be.”

“Okay. I’ll give you a call.”

After hanging up, Sophie took her dinner out of the microwave. Settling at the kitchen table, she pulled her Bible toward her and opened it up to the book of Psalms. The twenty-third Psalm was her favorite. The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

In high school, her best friend’s family were shepherds. She’d had some wonderful insight as to how the author of the Psalm felt. Her friend explained how they were responsible to move the sheep from one pasture to the next where there was abundant grass. The sheep didn’t move until the shepherd led them to another place.

“Okay, Lord, You’ve led me here. Help tomorrow to meet Zach’s needs.”

At seven the next morning Sophie walked out to the stable, heading for the office.

“Want some coffee?” she called out to Ollie who was inspecting all the horses’ tack.

“Sure. Bring it black, none of that fancy stuff,” Ollie answered.

“Fancy stuff?”

“Cream and sugar.”

“And do you eat your steak still mooing?” she retorted.

“Is there any other way?”

Sophie grinned. She walked into the office and poured two mugs of coffee. Ollie always started a pot of coffee when he arrived at the ranch. She opened the mini-fridge, pulled out her favorite French vanilla creamer and poured it in her mug. When she carried the mugs outside and gave Ollie his coffee, he glanced at the brown coffee in her mug and shook his head.

“Sissy.”

She shrugged her shoulder. Looking out over the rings, and hearing the morning sounds, Sophie knew this was where she belonged.

“You’re going to miss this when you retire, Ollie.” She took a sip of her coffee.

“Nope. I’m going to sleep in until seven and get up and spend hours reading the newspaper.”

“Fibber.”

He simply grinned.

“Will you help me this morning with the rider who’s coming?”

“Sure. Who’s comin’?”

“Zach McClure.”

“Ah, the guy with the fake foot.”

She winced. Ollie didn’t pull any punches, but there was not a mean bone in his body. “He was a wonderful rider. Watching him ride…” She could still remember how awed she’d been watching him practice calf roping. “It’s like he was born on a horse.” She heard the wistfulness in her voice.

Ollie’s mug stopped inches from his mouth.

Sophie realized her feelings colored her comments. “Zach’s sister was my roommate in college,” she hurried to explain. “I went home with her several times. She was with him yesterday.”

Ollie took a swallow of his coffee. “I saw him when he was a teenager. He had a talent.”

“Really?”

“Best I’d seen up ’til that time.”

Then Ollie would understand. “He lost his foot when a roadside bomb caught his patrol in Baghdad.” She looked down into her coffee. “I think that talent awoke yesterday. He’s willing to work to get stronger.”

Ollie nodded. “My son was in the First Gulf War. He needed help when he came home. I’ll do it.”

Those were the most words that Ollie had spoken since she knew him. And she never knew he had a son. Maybe Zach’s rehab would touch more than Zach himself.

She heard a car pull into the parking lot. It was seven-thirty.

“Looks like your client is here,” he murmured, looking down at his watch. “And I think he’s eager.”

She prayed Ollie was right.

Ethan pulled the key out of the ignition. “You ready to do this?”

Zach had tossed and turned all night and finally gave up trying to sleep at five this morning. He spent the time praying and reading his Bible. For the first time in a long time he felt like himself. “I am.”

They got out of the truck and walked toward the office. Some of the horses were in a corral on the other side of the stable.

“There’s some good-looking horse flesh out there,” Ethan commented.

From what Zach saw he had to agree with his brother. “I’ll have to ask where they get their stock.”

They emerged from the tunnel and saw Sophie and Ollie resting up against the hitching rail. The sun kissed Sophie’s skin and her brown hair danced with red tones in the sunlight. The braided tresses nearly came to her waist. She’d been beautiful at eighteen, but now there was a maturity about this woman. That coltish girl had become a stunning woman.

“Good morning,” Ethan called out, touching the brim of his cowboy hat.

“Good to see you this morning,” Sophie replied, pushing off the rail. She introduced Ollie.

“We’ve met,” Zach said, meeting Ollie’s gaze.

Sophie looked from Zach to Ollie. Apparently the old guy hadn’t told Sophie of their little chat. His opinion of the ranch foreman went up.

“You ready?”

“I am. And Ethan’s up for the session.”

“He couldn’t keep me away,” Ethan added.

Zach didn’t know whether to be encouraged by his big brother’s eagerness or insulted.

“Let me go get Prince Charming, and we’ll start.” Sophie put her mug on the apple barrel and turned to Ollie. “You want to go get the tack?”

Ethan straightened up, then glanced at his brother. He grinned. “Prince Charming?”

Ollie nodded. “He’s the right size for a man of Zach’s stature—sixteen hands.” He nodded at Sophie. “She calls him Prince Charming.” He shook his head. “What kind of name…” He headed for the tack room.

A whirlwind of feeling churned in Zach’s stomach. He lifted his hat and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He wanted to ride so much he could taste it. He watched as Sophie pulled a halter out of one of the stalls, grabbed a lead rope and carrot from the pail on a bench in front of the stalls and walked to the corral beside the stable.

At the gate, she called out. A handsome black horse with a star on his nose and his left hind foot with a “white stocking” trotted up to her. She crooned to the magnificent gelding and offered the carrot.

The man in Zach reacted to her tender treatment of the horse. He glanced at his brother and saw Ethan smiling at him.

As Prince Charming ate the carrot, Sophie rubbed his nose. When he finished the carrot, he nudged her hand. “No, I don’t have another one. It’s time to work, big boy.”

The horse nodded and allowed Sophie to put the halter over his head and attach the lead rope. She opened the gate and led him to where Zach stood.

Ollie quickly put the saddle blanket and pad on Prince Charming’s back. He handed Ethan one of the stirrups to attach to the pad.

“No saddle?” Ethan asked.

She shook her head. “I’ve been in constant contact with the folks running the rehab program outside of D.C. For the first few times, we want to have Zach ride without the saddle. It will exercise his muscles.”

Doubt colored Zach’s eyes. “I could’ve jumped up on his back in my rodeo days, but now—”

“That’s why you should try the mounting block. You’re going to be asking your body to do a lot of work today, Zach, which it hasn’t done in a while. You’ve got to focus on the final goal.”

His pride fought with his common sense. Lord, this is hard to swallow.

His gaze touched each person’s face. He saw only support, but in Sophie’s eyes, he saw something else. A promise. He reached out and stroked the horse’s nose. “You going to be nice to a rusty cowpoke?”