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The Bull Rider's Homecoming
Allie Pleiter
Healing The Cowboy’s HeartWhen Luke Buckton left Blue Thorn Ranch, he’d hoped to return in a blaze of rodeo glory—instead he’s limping home with a busted leg. To get back on the circuit he’ll need physical therapist Ruby Sheldon’s help. Six years ago, he left Ruby behind, convinced she was too innocent for such a public life. Now his high school sweetheart is stronger, tougher, and even more captivating. A high-profile success story like this could make Ruby’s career. All she has to do is rein in Luke’s bullheadedness, heal his injuries—and hope his reckless charm doesn’t trample her heart again…
Healing the Cowboy’s Heart
When Luke Buckton left Blue Thorn Ranch, he’d hoped to return in a blaze of rodeo glory; instead, he’s limping home with a busted leg. To get back on the circuit he’ll need physical therapist Ruby Sheldon’s help. Six years ago, he left Ruby behind, convinced she was too innocent for such a public life. Now his high school sweetheart is stronger, tougher and even more captivating. A high-profile success story like this could make Ruby’s career. All she has to do is rein in Luke’s bullheadedness, heal his injuries—and hope his reckless charm doesn’t trample her heart again…
“You’re punishing me,” he huffed.
“I’m treating you. You’re the one who set the ambitious goal on the tight time frame.”
“It’s not the exercises, darlin’, it’s the attitude. You want me to hurt.”
She took the bull by the horns. “I do not want to hurt you.”
He stopped again. “You should. I hurt you.”
It took Ruby a moment to decide how to respond.
“Yes, you did.” In for a penny, in for a pound. “You hurt me deeply, Luke Buckton.”
Luke stopped walking, holding her gaze for a moment. His blue eyes looked like their depths went on forever. “I know that.”
“Did you know it when you left? Did you think about it at all?”
“I wouldn’t let myself think about it at first. I let all the dreams and the money dangling in front of my face crowd it out.”
“You said such…hurtful things.”
She heard him sigh. “I needed to burn the bridges behind me. I figured we’d both be better off if you hated me.”
“It doesn’t work that way, Luke.”
Dear Reader (#u469d60a5-5bb2-5165-bc90-08a27085c2e4),
This novel represents our fourth visit to the Blue Thorn Ranch, a place and family I’ve come to know and love. God has taken each of the Buckton siblings (and their cousin) on journeys of faith and purpose, and it’s my prayer that your faith has been strengthened by their stories.
If you’ve not yet enjoyed the other three books in the series, The Texas Rancher’s Return, Coming Home to Texas, and The Texan’s Second Chance; please do! There will be one more book in the series coming out in September 2017, so keep watch for it.
As always, I love to hear from readers. You can reach my website at alliepleiter.com (http://www.alliepleiter.com), email me at allie@alliepleiter.com, like my Facebook page at facebook.com/alliepleiter (https://www.facebook.com/alliepleiter), or connect with me on Twitter at twitter.com/alliepleiter (https://twitter.com/alliepleiter) (@alliepleiter) or Pinterest at pinterest.com/alliepleiter (http://pinterest.com/alliepleiter). Of course, if good old mail is your thing, you can always reach me at P.O. Box 7026, Villa Park, IL 60181. I’m looking forward to hearing from you!
Blessings,
ALLIE PLEITER, an award-winning author and RITA® Award finalist, writes both fiction and nonfiction. Her passion for knitting shows up in many of her books and all over her life. Entirely too fond of French macarons and lemon meringue pie, Allie spends her days writing books and avoiding housework. Allie grew up in Connecticut, holds a BS in speech from Northwestern University and lives near Chicago, Illinois.
The Bull Rider’s Homecoming
Allie Pleiter
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.
—2 Corinthians 12:9
To physical therapists everywhere
who help so many to heal.
Acknowledgments (#u469d60a5-5bb2-5165-bc90-08a27085c2e4)
There was a heap of technical information to get right in this book, and I had lots of generous help. Dr. David Chen from the Rehabilitation Institute of Chicago always lends his expertise for injuries and their symptoms. Nancy A. Hughes, PT, ICCE, enthusiastically shared her insight and great scene ideas as a physical therapist. Ed Crowder was kind enough to read the manuscript for bull-riding accuracy. If there are mistakes or misrepresentations in this book, the fault is purely mine, and not in the excellent information they provided me.
Contents
Cover (#ua1111cd8-bd38-5a5f-8e99-5a1be33d3b15)
Back Cover Text (#u3baa7765-984b-5999-942c-754940d865f6)
Introduction (#udef95c8c-f57e-5986-b05a-a530960c95ea)
About the Author (#u1981f8cf-b8d3-5da0-8989-ca6774f5a739)
Title Page (#udeb084eb-2193-5e2d-851c-45f7fd5a7444)
Bible Verse (#u98ba2a72-6533-5b9a-9f14-55824b0a2087)
Dedication (#u60fb5ebd-2f15-5cac-8833-e8e3f312f858)
Acknowledgments (#uaedf91fd-a8d3-5842-980a-e720d75db389)
Chapter One (#u5de115c6-f7c7-5e11-86ef-22e19c84db07)
Chapter Two (#ue5335c1d-451e-5989-90c5-ad079245cf35)
Chapter Three (#u402487cb-3cbf-5fa7-83b3-a4fbf88d84bb)
Chapter Four (#u39d73ab5-6b4a-576e-9d4d-b2d9ecd9e134)
Chapter Five (#ue32fe7d4-53c7-5bfe-bd32-95f008bde166)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Dear Reader (#u8e38b70b-b29d-5a7a-a7f3-22792716a5f3)
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Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#u469d60a5-5bb2-5165-bc90-08a27085c2e4)
Luke Buckton stood on the porch of the Blue Thorn Ranch, his childhood home, disgusted at how he needed to grip the handrail to keep his balance.
Pain came with a life spent trying to stay on top of 1,700 pounds of bucking bull. Every bull rider knew pain went with the territory. Bull riding was dangerous—that’s what made it exciting. And profitable, if done right. Sure, you got hurt—everyone got hurt—but you “cowboyed up” after an injury and got back in there, period. Luke hadn’t come close to winning the Touring Pro Series championship by paying attention to pain. He ignored it.
The numbness he fought now? That was a whole other kind of enemy. It messed with his mind and defied submission. Luke could ride in pain, could win in pain—he had, in fact, on dozens of occasions. Now, he couldn’t always tell where his leg ended and the ground began. He could think “stand” but couldn’t feel it, even when he was standing. That threatened his career worse than the largest, meanest bull on earth.
It made him mad. And the anger and frustration made him mean to just about everyone, including his grandmother who’d just come up behind him.
“How are you feeling?” Gran asked as she approached him with a cup of coffee. He’d left six years ago in such a fury of pride and defiance—and had returned home so full of bitterness and dissatisfaction—that he couldn’t quite understand how Gran found it possible to be nice to him.
Luke took the coffee and gave Gran the answer he gave everyone: “Better.” Most days it wasn’t true. It wasn’t true today.
His hometown of Martins Gap was as gossipy as a small Texas town could get. In the days and weeks since he’d returned, he’d heard the whispers, caught the rumors and ignored the stares. Isn’t that Luke Buckton, home on the Blue Thorn? Did you see he limps now?
Luke had always envisioned his eventual return to Martins Gap as the grandest of victory laps—a homecoming for the local golden boy whose future had always been too big for this place. He’d planned to come home a national champion.
If Dad was still alive, wouldn’t he have had a field day with how those plans turned out?
Gran sipped her tea. “The new therapist is due about now, isn’t she?”
Luke didn’t buy his grandmother’s sugar-sweet tone. He knew full well Gran wanted to take a switch to him for the way he’d treated the last two therapists they’d sent. It was so clear to Luke they weren’t up to the challenge that he’d groused them away in a single session each. He didn’t have time or patience to pussyfoot around with careful exercises or gentle treatments. Luke needed to hit this fast and hard so that he could recover and get back to work. Anyone who wasn’t on board with that strategy was useless.
Which meant he had a pretty good idea of who was about to come up the drive. Had planned for it, in fact.
He shifted his foot, reaching to feel the give of the porch boards underneath his boot. Nothing. It was beyond infuriating. “At ten.”
“So...you think it’ll be her?” Gran asked, as if it were an innocent question.
Two could play at that game. “Who?” he asked in equally innocent tones.
Gran swatted him. Hard. For eighty-five, that woman could still hold her own. “You know who. Don’t think I can’t see exactly what you’re doing. If you wanted Ruby Sheldon to be your therapist—and I certainly can’t imagine why she’d ever agree to such a notion—you should have just asked for her.”
As if it were that simple. Luke didn’t truly know if he wanted Ruby to be his therapist. He’d hoped there was another way. It’d be much simpler with someone else, that was sure. Only the two others his doctor had sent clearly weren’t up to the job, at least not by his estimation. And that left going all the way to Austin to get treatment, or putting up with Ruby.
Putting up with Ruby. As if she was a nagging itch or an uncomfortable chair instead of the biggest regret and saddest chapter of his life. He’d never quite forgiven himself for how he’d broken Ruby’s heart, despite six years of steady effort to keep all thoughts of her firmly out of his head. It stuck in his craw to need her help now, and he wasn’t sure he could choke that down even if she might be the only person in twenty miles who knew him well enough to get him where he needed to go. “I was hoping to avoid this.” He grumbled. “I think I’d rather cut off my leg than give Ruby the chance to order me around.”
Gran’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t you ever talk like that.” He knew Gran loved him, but she’d never minced words about what she thought of his choice to leave home to join the bull riding circuit. It didn’t matter how good he was at it, or how he rose in the rankings, Gran still thought it “dangerous nonsense that took him away from family” and told him so. Of course, that was only when he bothered to call her, which had been woefully rare until the gut-wrenchingly humble call of “can I come home?” three weeks ago. Had there been any other way...
Had there been any other way, he wouldn’t be standing on the Blue Thorn Ranch waiting to see if Ruby Sheldon dared to show up back in his life. Suddenly, he wanted to do this moment on his own terms, not under Gran’s scrutiny. “I’ll be waiting in the guesthouse.” With that, he took his coffee and his cane and made his way across the clearing to the closest thing he had to “his own turf” on Blue Thorn land.
* * *
The Blue Thorn Ranch.
Ruby couldn’t quite believe she was back here, about to see Luke Buckton. Funny and sad how life worked in circles.
The physical buildings and layout of the ranch hadn’t changed. The big house still boasted the front porch swing where she and Luke had plotted his dazzling rodeo career. The horse barn where he’d first kissed her—a stunning surprise of a kiss she hadn’t ever dreamed could really happen—still stood facing west across the pastures. The ranch had come back to life since her high school days dating Luke. Back then it had had a desperate sort of taint, like fabric fraying around the edges. A once-prosperous ranch sliding down in decline despite the desperate efforts of Luke’s father to hold it together.
Now, the ranch gave off the air of new life, of the fresh start Luke’s brother, Gunner, had launched after taking over a few years earlier. The place struck her as both familiar and different.
And soaked in too many memories.
This guy’s meaner than the bulls he used to ride, one note from the therapist at the other agency had said. I’m not going back there. Let someone in Austin have at him.
I can’t handle him, another note complained. I say let this cowboy recover on someone else’s watch.
It had been such a huge blessing when Ruby’s clinical instructor and mentor, Lana Donmeyer, chose to make Ruby a partner in her practice and allow Ruby to open a satellite facility here in Martins Gap. Even if Lana called Ruby “bright and gifted,” to land this type of semi-partnership setup fresh out of school was practically unheard of. Dad’s life insurance money was supposed to be for Mama, not funding a fledgling practice. She’d pay Mama back, even if Mama said her staying close in Martins Gap to help with Grandpa was payment enough.
Luke Buckton could be a landmark patient for her. As a high profile rider, with a high profile injury, getting Luke back on his feet could really launch her career. Even Lana said so. Yes, there was so much history between them. But today was her chance to show that cowboy what she was made of now that six years had gone by.
She’d been full of resolve...until she pulled up to the big house. The sight of the place quickly dissolved into a blur of memories that overthrew her control.
She’d been so happy here.
She’d been so miserable here.
