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Cowboy Comes Home
Rachel Lee
She Couldn't Keep RunningNot when she had finally found a place to call home. So this time, when her past reared its ugly head, Anna Fleming dared to seek shelter in the last place she had ever thought possible…the arms of a man.Hugh Gallagher knew what haunting memories could do to the mind. He taught her to trust, to embrace the passion his gentle touch evoked…and to make a stand for their future.
Cowboy Comes Home
Rachel Lee
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
Chapter 1 (#u5ac1458c-a478-531b-af62-b7a8e7025ab1)
Anna Fleming was sure no one could see her.
She stood in the back of Good Shepherd Church in a dimly lit corner and watched the wedding ceremony. It was everything she had ever dreamed of for herself and the embodiment of all the dreams she had lost. A sad little sigh escaped her, but almost at once she lifted her chin and reminded herself not to wallow. It was always wiser to count one’s blessings.
She was a mousy woman, small and bland looking in a shapeless brown dress and sensible shoes. Her dark hair was drawn back severely, and her wide brown eyes peered at the world from behind gold-rimmed glasses. Those glasses were the most flamboyant part of her apparel, but they were nothing out of the ordinary.
And that was how she liked it, she told herself as she watched Sheriff Tate’s daughter marry the policeman from Los Angeles. No one noticed her, no one at all, and in her invisibility and anonymity, she found the only safety she had ever known.
Reverend Fromberg, a gentle man in his late forties, read the vows in a sonorous voice that reached the back of the church without difficulty.
Anna listened to the words and wondered what it would be like to trust someone enough to make those promises. She couldn’t imagine it. Trust, she had long ago learned, was more likely to be betrayed than fulfilled.
Stifling a weary sigh, she turned quietly and slipped out the side door into the vestibule, where she descended the stairs into the church basement. The room was brightly lighted and decorated for the reception and supper to follow the wedding. Anna walked swiftly around, checking to be sure that everything was in order. The caterers were putting last-minute touches on everything, and it wasn’t really her responsibility, but she checked anyway. This was her church, and she was secretary to Reverend Fromberg, as well as leader of the youth group. She couldn’t help but feel that whatever happened on church property reflected on her employer, and upon herself.
Satisfied, she darted back toward the stairway, planning to vanish back into the shadows in the church above, but found her way blocked by the looming bulk of the man known to everyone as Cowboy. He wasn’t a large man, but he was solidly built, with dark hair and dark eyes, and a face that looked as if it had seen a great deal of hardship and sorrow. Anna was scared of him for no other reason than that she didn’t know him, or anything about him, really.
Being caught by him like this, all alone—she completely forgot the caterers at the other end of the basement—startled and unnerved her. She jumped back and stumbled.
His arm shot out as swiftly as a striking snake and caught her elbow, steadying her.
Anna froze, looking up at him, uncertain what would happen next. Part of her realized he had just saved her from falling, but mostly she was aware that he was touching her. She hated to be touched. Suddenly, freed from her paralysis, she shook off his hand.
“Sorry,” he said, his voice slow, deep and steady. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“I…” Suddenly embarrassed by her reaction to him, she felt she needed to say something. But what?
He gave her a half smile. “It’s okay. I saw you come down here and wondered if maybe you were sick or something. People don’t usually run out in the middle of the wedding vows. I thought you might need help.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I didn’t know all these other folks were down here.”
Before she could think of a single thing to say, Cowboy turned and climbed the stairs. Anna stared after him, her eyes full of unspoken fears and wishes.
Hugh Gallagher, known far and wide as Cowboy for some damn reason he’d never been able to figure out, took his place at the back of the church and watched Janet and Abel Pierce pose for photographs with the wedding party. A steady stream of guests began to make their way to the rear of the church, toward the stairs that led down to the church basement.
There would be laughter and food and many more pictures taken before the day was over, but Cowboy turned toward the door, getting ready to leave.
He was invited to the reception—hell, the sheriff had invited damn near everyone in the county to one or another of the parties he was throwing to celebrate this event—but he wasn’t a party person. Crowds still made him uneasy, and the basement itself was too confined a space to make him comfortable, even when it was empty.
He hesitated, though, thinking of mousy Miss Fleming, the church secretary, and how startled she’d been to run into him on the stairs. He didn’t like it when people reacted to him that way. It reminded him of things better left forgotten.
If he made himself go down there, maybe he could talk to her a bit, get her over her fear. He didn’t want her reacting that way when she saw him again. On the other hand, if he went down there he was going to have to deal with his damn claustrophobia and all the other phobias that he preferred to leave undisturbed as much as possible.
Hell.
He hesitated a few moments longer, then decided to head outside and smoke a cigarette. Forcing the issue wasn’t going to make Anna Fleming any more comfortable with him. He would just have to bide his time until a better opportunity came along.
Outside, the October twilight was already fading into night. The air was chilly but still, not too uncomfortable. Besides, he was used to far worse after wintering in the mountains in lean-tos and tents. He stepped off the walk onto the grass and lit a cigarette, inhaling with real pleasure. He ought to quit, and knew he was going to have to if he ever got his dream of a youth ranch off the ground, but for now, he savored every puff.
He wasn’t the only one who sneaked out for a smoke. A couple of minutes later the double doors opened to disgorge a group of laughing men. He recognized them all—with only five thousand people in this county, it was hard not to learn to recognize most of them—but he stepped around the corner so that he was out of sight. People tended to regard him uneasily, as if he were a time bomb, and while he didn’t exactly blame them, he resented the hell out of it.
Besides, he didn’t much feel like being sociable. The only reason he was here was that he didn’t want to offend the sheriff and his family. They’d been too good to him.
The group out front stayed where they were, and Hugh let the deepening night wrap comfortably around him. Unlike most people, he always felt safer at night. At night he could be invisible. At night he could vanish.
The basement was a madhouse. Everyone was drinking, laughing, talking. The noise level was almost deafening in the confined space, and the temperature was soaring, even with all the windows open to let in the fresh air.
Anna was beginning to feel claustrophobic, as well as far too hot in her wool dress. She had always hated large crowds and was able to tolerate Sunday worship only because everyone was so orderly. They were not at all orderly right now, and the champagne was making everyone a little bit raucous.
She was, she realized, afraid of being grabbed. It wasn’t so much the crowding as the smell of champagne that was affecting her. The scent of alcohol had preceded some of the worst experiences of her life. As soon as she felt she decently could, she grabbed her jacket and slipped out the side door.
She was hurrying, not wanting to be stopped by anyone, and had her head bowed as usual. She didn’t see Hugh Gallagher until she plowed right into him.
He reached out swiftly to keep her from falling to the cold, hard ground. She felt his arms close around her and heard him say laughingly, “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”
In an instant, panic flared in her. She flailed against his restraining arms, and as soon as he released her, she backed up quickly, nearly falling again in her haste to escape him.
Some portion of her mind was screaming, “No! No!” even while another part was recognizing that he wasn’t coming after her. That in fact he had stepped back, as if recognizing her terror and wanting to soothe it.
She stood there staring at him with huge eyes, breathing in helpless gulps, and sanity hit her as suddenly as panic had, filling her with miserable humiliation.
The man called Cowboy stared at her, his mouth opening as if he wanted to ask but thought better of it. Finally he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his nylon jacket and took another backward step. “I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he said.
“It’s not you,” she managed to say shakily but honestly. “Not you…” Her voice trailed away, a forlorn sound like the whisper of the wind on a frigid night. “I was just startled,” she added, afraid that he might ask her what had scared her so.
After a moment, he nodded. “You’re running away, too?”
Her heart slammed. How had he known? “Running away?”
“From the party. Stupid as it is, that basement gives me claustrophobia, and with all those people in there, I’d probably lose it.” He shrugged as if it were an unimportant thing, but Anna felt something inside her respond to his honesty.
“I know what you mean,” she managed to say, and wondered why she suddenly felt as if some little patch of ice inside her had thawed.
“You, too, huh?” He waited, but when she failed to respond he continued. “Are you leaving?”
“I thought I’d just go home. No one will miss me.” The words admitted more than she wanted to, but it was too late to take them back.
He nodded as if he understood. “No one will miss me, either. I’ll walk you to your car.”
Another flare of panic. “I didn’t bring a car.”
“Then I’ll walk you home.” He hesitated.
“You’re safe with me, but with most of the sheriff’s deputies at this shindig, I’m not sure you’d be safe on the streets.”
She hadn’t thought of that, and the night suddenly looked so big and empty. Frightening. Bad things happened at night. Weighing her options, she finally said, “Thank you.”
They headed east down Front Street, past some of the town’s most elegant homes. Anna’s little house, rented from the church, was farther out, in a less prosperous neighborhood–although it was far better than some of the neighborhoods she had lived in.
“Do you always walk to the church?” Hugh asked her.
“When it’s warm enough. It saves wear and tear on the car.” She kept her head down, studying the sidewalk ahead of them. Some dried leaves stirred on a breath of breeze and for a moment danced ahead of them.
“I hear you,” he said. “I walked myself.”
“Oh. Where do you live?” She wished she hadn’t asked. She didn’t want to sound interested. But surely he would take it as a polite question.
“The other way, over toward Snider’s Crossing.”
Near the railroad tracks, she thought. One of the least pleasant neighborhoods in Conard City. But Sheriff Tate and Reverend Fromberg both liked this man, she reminded herself. They wouldn’t feel that way if he was a bad person.
“Not a very good neighborhood,” he said as if reading her mind. “But it’s cheap. I’m saving every dime I can make to put into the ranch.”
“The ranch?” She felt him glance down at her, but she didn’t look up. It had been a very long time since she had felt comfortable meeting a man’s gaze.
“I bought a piece of land out by Conard Creek, up near the Morrison spread. It’s not much for raising cattle for profit, but it’s good for what I want.”
“And what’s that?”
“Well, I really haven’t discussed it all that much with anybody except Nate and Dan.” Nate and Dan being the sheriff and the minister respectively. “But I’m hoping to open a ranch for troubled kids. A place where they can get out of their lousy homes and neighborhoods and start getting it together.”
“That would be really nice.” She meant it sincerely. It was not at all what she would have expected from this rough-looking man with his uncertain background. “Did you grow up in a bad neighborhood?”
“Oh, yeah.” He gave a little laugh. “I just moved from one war zone to another when I joined the army.”
“I never thought of joining the army.” Once again she had spoken without thinking, and wished she could snatch the words back. They revealed far too much.
“You, too, huh?” He let it go. “Well, with all the work you do with kids, you probably see how much trouble at home affects them.”
“I certainly do.”
“So…well, I kinda figure that if I can give them a place away from those problems and influences, most of ’em would straighten themselves out.”
“A lot of them just need an opportunity.”
“Exactly.”
“Would you take only children from around here?”
“Maybe at first. At first I wouldn’t expect to be able to take too many. I mean, there’d just be me, basically, and maybe a couple of other people. Gotta start slow.”
Anna nodded, her gaze still firmly fixed on the sidewalk. “I know of a few who could sure use a place like that.”
A car beeped cheerfully as it drove by, and they both looked, waving when they recognized Emma and Gage Dalton.
“They’re leaving early, too,” Hugh remarked.
“Gage’s back is giving him fits lately,” Anna explained. “He says it’s the change in the weather.”
“Most likely. And boy, did it change fast. Here we were having this incredible Indian summer, and now it almost feels like winter is coming.”
“It is.”
He laughed quietly. “That it is, Miss Anna. That it is.”
