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She gazed at their joined hands for several seconds, then lifted her eyes to his. “I’ll do my best.”
“Good. Because the Buffalo Bill Cody Stampede Rodeo is less than four weeks away, and I have to win.”
Chapter Two
Adele stood with Pop on the fence beside the chute and watched Ty position his horse in the roping box. People who weren’t involved in rodeoing had no idea how many hours were spent training for the sport by studying others from the sidelines.
“What do you think?” Pop asked.
“Good-looking horse.”
“Real nice looking.”
So was the rider, but Adele kept that opinion to herself. Ty sat tall in the saddle, his Stetson angled low over his eyes, his Western cut shirt stretched taut across his broad shoulders. She wondered if he’d object to having his picture taken for their next website updates.
Almost immediately, she changed her mind. Ty had come to Cowboy College because of a problem, one he hoped to correct. It would be thoughtless and insensitive of her to take advantage of his misfortune in order to advance the ranch.
Ready at last, Ty signaled the wrangler, who pulled back the gate on the chute and released the calf. Ty’s run, over in the span of a few heartbeats, was a good one. Not, however, spectacular. And spectacular runs were needed to win World championships.
“What do you think his problem is?” Adele asked her grandfather as Ty exited the arena.
“Not saying yet.” Pop waved to Ty and pointed at the box, indicating for him to take another run.
Ty’s admiration of her grandfather yesterday afternoon wasn’t unfounded. Pop had been National tie-down roping champion for three years straight in the late 1950s, and again in 1963, before permanently retiring. Granted, things were done a little differently in those days, but the basic sport had remained the same.
One aspect not the same was the popularity of tie-down roping. That had grown tremendously in recent years, especially among amateurs. Not only did horse people with an interest in roping participate, so did thrill-seekers looking to try something new, urbanites wanting to experience the cowboy life, and even companies offering team-building retreats for their employees.
The increase in popularity was what had given Adele the idea to start Cowboy College. Her business savvy combined with her grandfather’s experience made a winning combination. Together they’d turned a run-down ranch into a thriving enterprise.
Seven Cedars hadn’t always been in trouble. For three decades after her grandparents bought the place, they’d run a modestly successful cattle business. Then, during Adele’s junior year at university, her grandmother had died unexpectedly from an aneurysm. Pop sank into grief, letting the ranch go. Adele’s father wasn’t able to leave his job and move his second family from Texas to tend the ranch. Until Adele arrived after graduation, no one realized how bad the situation at Seven Cedars, and Pop’s depression, had gotten.
Cowboy College not only breathed new life into the ranch, it gave her grandfather a purpose again. Within a year, they’d opened their doors, and had grown steadily in the six years since. Guests came from all over the country now, spending anywhere from a long weekend to weeks on end.
Ty Boudeau, however, was their first ever professional roper.
His horse, Hamm, lined up in the box with only the smallest amount of urging. “Go!” he shouted. As on the first run, the wrangler released the calf and Ty successfully roped it in a respectable time.
“He could do this all day and it wouldn’t be any different,” Adele commented.
“I’m afraid you’re right.” Pop rolled the toothpick stuck in his mouth from one side to the other. He was rarely without one since giving up chewing tobacco years earlier. Another of his doctor’s mandates.
“The horse isn’t taking one wrong step,” Adele commented, “and Ty’s doing exactly what he should be doing.”
“But the magic just isn’t happening.”
“Could his problem be lack of confidence?”
Pop shrugged. “Possibly. Losing a world championship when you’re as close as he was could set anyone back.”
“Except Ty doesn’t strike me as lacking confidence.” In or out of the arena, thought Adele.
But then, he’d lost much more than the championship. Sponsorship deals, good ones, didn’t grow on trees, and had launched more than one athlete on a successful post-competing career.
“You never know,” Pop mused out loud. “He could be putting on a good front. My guess is it’s the horse.”
Adele shot her grandfather a sideways look. “You just agreed Hamm’s a nice horse.”
“But he isn’t Ty’s other horse. Don’t get me wrong. The boy was always a good roper, one to watch since he began competing in junior rodeo. He didn’t come on strong until four years ago, when he got that horse. It was a perfect partnership. Now he’s lost that partner.”
“I think Hamm has the potential to be every bit as good as Ty’s other horse.”
“Maybe even better.”
Adele nodded in agreement. “He just has to realize that.”
“I’m thinking he already does.” Pop’s expression became pensive. “Recovering from a loss isn’t easy, be it someone you’ve loved or a dream you’ve held. Something inside dies. There’s no miracle cure and no set timetable for recovery. Ty will come back when he’s ready.” Pop turned a fond smile on Adele. “Or when someone shows him the way.”
She patted his hand in return, recalling their early days of Cowboy College. “You could be right.”
Stepping off the fence, she pushed a damp strand of hair off her face. The temperature might be only in the low seventies, but the bright morning sun beat down on them, warming her through and through. “If he were anyone else but Ty Boudeau, I’d recommend the beginners’ class. The best way to get to know your horse is by starting with the basics.”
Pop also stepped off the fence. “Why not Ty?”
“He’s…one of the best ropers out there. He doesn’t need a beginners’ class.”
“Are you sure? Could be just the ticket.”
“He’ll laugh in our faces, then pack his bags.”
“He won’t laugh if he’s committed.” Pop moved the toothpick to the other side of his mouth. “And Ty strikes me as a man with a mission.”
“Excuse me for disagreeing.”
“Relax, Dellie. You know it’s a good idea. Ty Boudeau has everything it takes to be the next World Champion. And when he is, he’s gonna be thanking you and me.”
“Okay,” she grumbled. “But I’m not going to be the one to tell him he has to take the beginners’ class. You are.”
“ISN’T THIS PLACE great? My husband and I arrived just a few days ago. We’ve never been here before. Have you?”
The woman astride the horse standing beside Ty had been rambling nonstop for five minutes solid, not caring if he answered her question or not before going on to the next one.
It was different being around people who didn’t recognize him. Different and unsettling. When had he become so accustomed to the attention?
“How’d you get into roping? My husband rodeoed some when he was growing up. We saw a show on cable TV about couples roping, and decided to give it a try. And now we’re hooked. Me, not so much.”
The woman paused to take a breath. Ty used the lull to observe Adele.
She stood on the ground giving instructions to the group, which was comprised of about a dozen beginner ropers. Ty only half listened. He was quite familiar with the training technique she described—a fake calf head attached to a bale of hay and pulled by a wrangler driving an ATV. The group had assembled in one of the smaller arenas beside the barn, away from the ropers practicing in the main arena, in case the ATV spooked their horses.
“I can’t believe I’m actually taking a roping class.” The woman untangled her reins for the third time.
“Me, either.”
When Pop had proposed the idea that Ty participate in the afternoon beginners’ class, he’d balked. Then he learned Adele would be teaching it. That, and the arguments Pop had presented about getting back to basics, convinced Ty to give one—and only one—class a try. He told himself it wasn’t because he found Adele attractive. Rather, he wanted to see if she could teach as well as she roped. His decision to remain at Cowboy College depended on the outcome.
She continued explaining how the wrangler would take off on the ATV, and that the riders should allow their horses to follow the calf head and bale of hay, rather than attempt to direct them. Yeah, yeah. Ty suppressed a yawn.
His cell phone rang a minute later, coming just when he thought he’d reached his boredom threshold. Unclipping the phone from his belt, he checked the screen. A photo of his younger sister appeared with her name above it.
“Sorry, I need to take this call,” he told the students nearest him, and nudged Hamm into a fast walk away from the group. Stopping about twenty feet away, he answered the call. “Hey, Dana.”
From his chosen spot, he could see Adele frowning at him. Too late, Ty realized there was probably something in the rules and regulations he hadn’t yet read about no cell-phone calls during class. Oh, well, he’d already screwed up.
“How’s it going, bro?”
“Not so great.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m sitting here in a beginners’ class.”
“Really! Doing what? Showing the students how it’s done?”
“No, attending. Actually, attending as little as possible.”
“I guess a refresher course never hurts.”
He should have figured Dana would agree with Pop’s suggestion, being it was her idea to come to Cowboy College.
“Right. I could be doing this in my sleep.”
“So prove it.”
“You’re not serious.” He laughed.
“I am, Ty. You need to figure out what’s not working, and fix it. Taking a beginner class might seem ridiculous, but you need a new perspective, and I’m all for trying anything. You should be, too, if you want to win that championship.”
Ty tamped down his rising annoyance. It had been a long time since anyone had lectured him. A long time since he’d felt he deserved a lecture.
A quick glance at Adele confirmed yet another talking-to might be in store for him. She looked about as happy with him as his sister sounded.
“This isn’t easy for me, Dana.” The admission came with an uncomfortable tightening in his gut.
“I know, honey. But I’m one of the people who has your back, remember?”
“And I appreciate it.”
“You couldn’t have two better experts there.”
“I agree with you about Pop Donnelly. And I wouldn’t mind half so much if he was teaching the class.”
“What’s wrong with Adele Donnelly?”
There was nothing wrong with her that Ty could see. It was his ego having the problem. Granted, he’d asked for her help yesterday, but that was in a weak moment. This morning, when he’d faced himself in the bathroom mirror, he wished he’d asked Pop for help instead.
It wasn’t too late. He’d get through this one class and seek out the older man. Maybe then he wouldn’t feel like so much of a loser. Or have an entire group of people witnessing his shame.
“You practice with a woman roper,” Dana prompted.
“It’s different with you.”
“Because I’m not competing against you in the same sport?”
“Yikes.” Ty grimaced. “That smarts.”
“Give Adele a chance before you hightail it out of there.”
How did his sister know he’d been contemplating leaving? “Fine. I promise to stay another couple days.”
“You said a month.” Her tone dared him to defy her.
“Okay, okay. You win.”
“Call me if you need anything.”
“I will.” They disconnected after saying goodbye.
Ty silenced his cell phone and walked Hamm over to the group, smiling apologetically to his classmates and Adele, who blatantly ignored him. All right, he deserved that. Leaning forward and propping a forearm on the saddle horn, he made an effort to really listen to her. After several minutes passed, he had to agree she knew her stuff. She certainly had the attention of all the students.
“Are we ready to try? Who wants to go first?”
Hands shot into the air, none of them Ty’s.
“All right, how about you, Mike?” She picked the husband of the woman Ty’d been talking to earlier.
He sat quietly on Hamm, watching Mike and the others take their turns one by one. He easily and quickly spotted the errors with each student. Adele did, too, and patiently explained it to them in laymen’s terms the students could comprehend. When everyone had done it, Adele’s gaze landed on him.
“You’re up next, Ty.”
He moved into position behind the bale of hay. Hamm pawed the ground, far more eager to get started than his owner.
“Wait. We’re going to do this a little differently with you. Put up your rope.”
“My rope?”
“Then drop your reins and kick your feet out of the stirrups.”
“You’re kidding.”
