A Cowboy's Heart. Rebecca Winters

the best horses on the reservation that he met Jarod’s mother.”

      “That’s true.”

      “If you were to salvage a couple more stallions like Firebrand, you could start your own stud farm. The filly Jarod gave Sadie came from Chief, another feral. Think about it!”

      His brows furrowed. “Where did that idea come from?”

      “From you! Before your parents died, Sadie and I were over in your backyard throwing horseshoes with Ralph. We happened to overhear you tell Jarod you wanted to establish a stud farm to bring in more money. I thought it was a fabulous idea, but then your folks were killed. I could see you had your hands full with the regular ranch work and your grief.”

      “That was a terrible time,” he whispered.

      “I know, but I’ve thought about your idea ever since. Do you realize your stud farm would be unique if you advertised that you only used adopted feral stallions? There are horse lovers everywhere who’d be excited for a foal from a sire like Firebrand. You’d be preserving the bloodline of horses that have roamed these mountains for centuries. It gives me chills just to think about it.”

      “You’re not the only one.” He showed her his arms with raised bumps. She couldn’t believe it. “I had no idea you heard me,” he murmured, “let alone that you would still remember.”

      “We hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but both of us thought you should do it. You wouldn’t have any competition.”

      He cocked his dark blond head. “Where have you been all my life, Liz Henson?”

      “Right next door, working on my dream to be a barrel racer.”

      “You worship your dad, don’t you?”

      He could see right through her. She nodded. “He should have been able to realize his dream to be a pro bull rider, but it didn’t happen.”

      “So you’re doing this for him.”

      “Probably somewhere inside I am. He had to work so hard for everything all his life. Daniel Corkin was not an easy taskmaster.”

      “No.”

      “My parents couldn’t have more children. I was it, and I was a girl. He needed a son. All I could do was be the best at something and decided to try barrel racing. Mom encouraged me because she knew what it meant to him. Sadie raced with me.”

      “Don’t take me wrong, but your talent surpassed hers and everyone else’s at those early rodeos. All you needed was the right horse.”

      “Thank you.”

      “There was never any jealousy between the two of you, was there?”

      “Or between you and Jarod. If you must know, my mother suffered over not being able to have another baby. That’s why she was so happy when Sadie turned to her for everything after her parents’ divorce. With Sadie’s mom in California, there was no one else to love her except our family. Sadie was a sweetheart. Still is.”

      Connor’s eyes grew suspiciously bright. “I agree, but I have to say you’ve been blessed with exceptional parents, Liz. There’s nothing I’d like more than to see their little girl take the prize in Las Vegas. I’m here for you in any capacity you need.” His voice throbbed with emotion she could feel clear through to her insides. “Ask anything of me and I’ll do it if it’s within my ability.”