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.She also couldn’t explain why the horse in his corral mattered so much to her.But the skinny Appaloosa, black with a smattering of white on its rump, mattered.Possibly more than anything had ever mattered in her whole life.She needed this horse.She needed something to pour her heart into, something that would love her in return and maybe, just maybe, help her find a way back to the person she used to be.“I don’t know why you think I’m not taking care of that animal.” The old farmer, with a gray grizzled beard and sunken, hazy brown eyes, scratched his chin, as if he really didn’t get it.“I just rode him in the rodeo last night.”“No, you didn’t,” Harmony countered, nearly smiling, yet not.“I’ll give you double what the animal is worth.”“I’m not selling that horse.He’s a national champion.”Harmony glanced at the skin-and-bones animal.“No, he isn’t.I’ve been driving by here for a week, and every day that horse is reaching across the fence trying to get one blade of grass.He’s starving.”He pointed a finger at her that trembled.“I don’t care if you are Gibson Cross’s kid.You aren’t going to talk to me that way, missy.”So, he knew who she was.Even though she’d tried to keep a low profile since she showed up in Dawson, Oklahoma, a week ago there would always be talk.There would always be people wanting to help.There would always be people who thought they knew where her life had gone wrong and what she needed to do to get back on track.She’d come here looking for a place to hide, to get her life together because no one knew how much she hurt inside.The physical pain was nothing compared to the heartache of losing her best friend, the guilt that plagued her daily, and the nightmares.At twenty-six, finding herself didn’t come easy.At twenty-six, she had a list.Not a bucket list, but a list for moving forward.First, stay clean.Second, be physically whole again.Third, find a place to be herself, without everyone trying to help.Fourth, stay clean.And fifth—somehow come to terms with the fact that Amy would never call her again.The horse had been an impulsive thing; it didn’t really fit into her plans.Each time she drove by the farm, she saw the animal.And each time her heart got a little more involved.This time she’d stopped.She looked from the horse to Mr.Tanner.“Look, the horse is just in that corral doing nothing but grazing rocks and dirt.” She softened her voice to one of sympathy.Because she did feel bad for the farmer who lived in the tiny square of a house, the front porch sagging on one end.He looked as hungry as his horse.Selling the animal to her could mean money he didn’t have, maybe buying groceries he needed.So why was he being so stubborn? She wanted to ask, but knew the question would set him off again.“I know what that horse is doing.He’s waiting for my grandson to come home to work with him.I’m not selling.”“Maybe your grandson has outgrown the animal.It happens.They start looking at girls, driving cars, and horses lose their importance.” It had happened to her.She tried not to let the memories slide back into her mind, memories of losing herself.Somewhere along the way, she’d lost the horse-crazy girl who loved to run barrels, build a bonfire and sing in church.The girl who knew herself.That girl had lost herself in a life far from Dawson.The old man, Mr.Tanner, shook his head and moisture filled the hazy brown eyes.“Get out of here.”“Mr.Tanner, I just want.”He moved toward her, taking a quick step, grabbing her arm with a hand that shook.“Get back in that shiny car of yours and go.The horse isn’t for sale.”Time for a new tactic.“Then I won’t buy him.I’ll take him to my place and feed him.Your grandson can come and see him if he decides he likes horses again.”Mr.Tanner brushed at his eyes and shook his head.“Terry died in Afghanistan.”Harmony closed her eyes briefly as a wave of grief slid through her heart.“I’m so sorry.”A truck pulled up the drive.A dinged and dented extended-cab truck that she didn’t recognize.It rolled to a stop.The man inside sat there a minute, his hat pulled low over his eyes.“Just what we need is a Cooper showing up and butting into my business,” Mr.Tanner growled, giving her a narrow-eyed look.“I didn’t invite him,” she tossed back.Harmony turned toward the truck and the cowboy getting out.She was suddenly tired, and her body was starting to react to standing for so long.She hadn’t thought this would be so difficult, buying a skin-and-bones horse.Nothing had been easy since the accident a little less than a year ago [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]