A Rancher for their Mom. Leann Harris

I understand how the rodeo can wear out a man.”

      “I wanted to see if rodeo life was as much fun as it had been at eighteen.”

      “And?”

      “I’m still checking it out. But the longer I go and the more points I get, the ache becomes secondary.”

      Hank chuckled and walked back into the kitchen.

      After cleaning up his dinner plate, Joel visited Helo and Sadie. He wanted to be prepared in case April’s boys asked about their horses. The new horses recognized him and came to the edge of the corral. Sadie bumped him with her nuzzle.

      “Sorry, girl, I didn’t bring you anything. I just wanted to check on you so I can answer the questions I know I’ll get.”

      Smiling, Joel thought about those little boys who’d barged into his life and thrown him a curve he hadn’t seen coming. It was just supposed to have been a run-of-the-mill rodeo run to pick up horses. Instead, he’d run headlong into a situation that laid him out flat. As ridiculous as it sounded, he welcomed the job offer. For the balance of the week, he’d be ranching and helping April, a woman who managed to yank his heart in a way it hadn’t been yanked before.

      It was the Western thing to do to help someone in distress. It was also the Christian thing to do.

      He could help her this week, but...

      Sadie poked her muzzle in his face again.

      He held up his hands. “I promise you, I don’t have a thing.” He stroked her neck. The horse nuzzled his hands, then dipped her head toward his pockets. Discovering no apples or carrots, she turned and joined the other horses in the corral.

      “Not interested in me. Just wanted a treat?”

      Jack stopped beside him.

      “It looks like I’m losing my touch with the females,” Joel grumbled, nodding to Sadie.

      “I doubt it.”

      “Don’t see any ladies lining up beside my trailer.”

      “That’s ’cause you have a not-interested sign written all over you that even the other cowboys can read.”

      Joel opened his mouth to argue, then swallowed his words.

      “Good, you’re not going to deny it.”

      “I’m here to compete.” What Joel wanted was a championship belt buckle and to finish out a dream. Nothing more.

      Jack rubbed his chin. “You sure it was the boys who hired you and you just didn’t volunteer?”

      The question took Joel by surprise. “No, I didn’t volunteer. Why would you ask that?”

      Jack shook his head. “You’ve been restless lately.”

      “What are you talking about? I’ve been doing great in my events and gaining points.”

      “True, but there’s something—”

      “You sound like my sister, trying to look into my head and tell me what I’m thinking, and she’s going through training to become a counselor.”

      Jack raised his hands in surrender. “Forget it. I didn’t mean to step in that snake pit.”

      What on earth was Jack talking about? He was on course for winning that championship belt buckle.

      “How old are those boys?”

      “Six and eight.”

      “I’d like to meet those entrepreneurs. If you have time, bring them by the rodeo this week.” Jack started toward his trailer.

      “Not a problem. Once I mention it to them, wild horses wouldn’t keep them away.”

      The question was, would their mother go for it? He didn’t know, but he hoped she would. Maybe it would help April relax and open up. He found he wanted to know more about this woman.

       Chapter Three

      Joel felt as awkward as a high-school freshman with his first crush as he drove to the Landers ranch. Before he could get out of his vehicle, the boys scrambled down the porch stairs and raced toward him.

      The screen door slammed. April, along with Cora, stood on the porch. “Have you eaten yet?”

      “No, just grabbed a cup of coffee before I did chores.”

      “Well, I’ve got eggs, bacon, hash browns and biscuits. And lots of coffee.”

      His mouth watered. “Your stock fed?”

      “I got it.”

      “I helped,” Todd proudly announced.

      Joel smiled at the boy. “And I know your help made things easier for your mom.”

      Wes didn’t speak up, but Joel knew he wasn’t going to let his younger brother outdo him. Joel winked at Wes, acknowledging him.

      The smell of bacon and eggs drifted out the screen door, making Joel’s stomach rumble, which was heard by all. “Then let’s feed the workers so we can get this day rolling.”

      Laughing, Todd raced inside, Joel following.

      Wes and Cora were already seated. Todd pulled out a chair.

      “Wash your hands, young man.”

      “Aw, Mom.”

      “I need to wash my hands, too.” Joel held out his hands.

      “’Kay. Follow me.”

      Todd led Joel through the living room to the hall beyond. The first door stood open and Todd walked in. He stepped up onto the stool and turned on the water.

      “Mom’s strict about washing our hands.” He grabbed the soap, lathered up and passed the bar to Joel.

      “I know. My mom was the same,” Joel whispered, bending close. “And I had to have an inspection. But you know what was worse?”

      Todd’s eyes widened. “What?”

      “My grandmother. She wouldn’t allow a speck of dirt. I’ve been sent back to the bathroom many times. One time I had dirt here—” he pointed to a spot on the back of his hand close to the wrist bone “—and she made me go back and wash again. I got a second inspection.”

      Todd thought about it. “Mom’s not that hard.”

      Once finished, they joined the others at the table.

      “Wes, would you like to pray?” April asked.

      During the prayer, Joel heard a noise and opened one eye to see Cora grab a piece of bacon. April frowned. She noticed him, and they traded smiles. Adults holding down the fort.

      “Amen.”

      April dished eggs for Cora and Todd. Wes helped himself to a biscuit and hash browns. After serving himself a generous helping of eggs and hash browns, Joel dug into the meal. Watching the children eat, Joel flashed back to the scenes of his youth around the dinner table. Seeing April interact with her children made him keenly aware of how alone he was. One day in the future, he’d like to have a family of his own, which oddly resembled the people at this table.

      Todd put down his knife. The biscuit on his plate sported a layer of butter, topped with peach preserves. “Why are you smiling, Mr. Joel?”

      “I was remembering when I was your age and eating with my parents and grandparents.”

      “Wow, you can remember that long ago?” Todd murmured in awe.

      April choked on her coffee. Wes snickered.

      “Of course I do even if my sister has her doubts.”

      “I