Susan Hornick.

More Than a Cowboy

Hi, Im Sarah.

The little girl held Jareds gaze with gray-green eyes. A wave of pain ripped through him; pain so intense it stole his breath. This child was a feminine replica of his brother. She had to be Mitchs daughter. Sarah was the secret Haley was hiding, the secret that may have cost his brother his life.

He watched the color drain from Haleys face. Like a bear protecting her young, she moved between him and Sarah, then Sarah skipped off to the barn.

Shes my brothers daughter, isnt she? he asked when Sarah was out of earshot. The question nearly choked him. What really happened the night Mitch died?


Susan Hornick lives in Colorado with her husband, two horses and a cat. As a child on her grandparents farm, she loved creating stories in her head, which later translated into journals, short stories and finally novels. Her writing won numerous awards before finally finding a home in the inspirational market.

When not writing or spending time with her family, her biggest passion is visiting historical placesespecially old cemeteriesand wilderness camping with her husband and friends, where she explores old ghost towns and wide open spaces from the back of her horse. Visit her on the Web at

More Than A Cowboy
Susan Hornick

Remember ye not the former things, neither consider the things of old.

Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.

Isaiah 43:1819

Deepest gratitude to Sharon, Pam, Janet, Kay, Robin, Peggy, Teresa, Alice and Heidi for their input. Also my husband, who relinquished our time so I could pound on the computer keys. And always, my children, Megan and Jon, who are as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside, and my momwho said FINISH THE BOOK.


Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve



Chapter One

The rodeo announcers voice blared over the loudspeaker signaling the days final events for Cheyenne Frontier Days rodeo competition. Haley Clayton wiped her sweaty brow and pushed through the crowd toward the bull pens lined up behind the arena.

A whistle from a nearby cowboy quickened her step. She ignored his slow perusal and moved on. The circuit consisted of mostly good, hardworking people with just a few rotten eggs. Today, the latter surfaced like bad pennies, stirring memories shed locked away for eight years.

The chutes came into view. Haley dismissed her thoughts and focused on the pens.

Several bulls bawled from a communal corral, but one stood alone, housed in a corner by thick steel panels.


The bull that nearly killed her two years before. Haleys heart skipped, jarring a multitude of locked-up emotions. Fear rose from her core, reaching out to suffocate her like a boa squeezing the life from its next meal. The two thousand pound black Brahma fastened his eyes on her. He lifted his powerful head and sniffed the air, tossing his shorn horns as though they weighed a pittance, as though defying her to face him again. She edged closer.

I remember you.

Her eyes closed briefly, trying to blot out the image of Resurrections muscled fury battering her into the dirt, his foul breath blowing in her face as his massive head picked her up and tossed her across the arena.

He looks impressive.

Haley jumped and spun around. The man towered over her like a lodgepole pine. Jet-black hair surrounded a face bronzed by wind and sun. Muscles rippled beneath the western shirt tucked neatly into a pair of Levis. Dark brown eyes scrutinized her with gentle humor and concern. Feminine appreciation stirred; then caution swamped her heart. He exuded power, and power was dangerous.

He is, she said, stepping back. You riding today?

The man shook his head. No. But my stepbrother is. He leaned against the rail. Resurrection snorted. Hes been away from the circuit for a few years putting his life back together. Sure would hate to see him make a comeback on that one.

Haley relaxed a little but kept a safe distance. She knew all about pulling her life back together. Maybe he wont. There are a lot of bulls to draw from. Chances are pretty slim to get this one. Besides, some of the best bullfighters in the country are in that arena to watch his back. The mans gaze shifted to rest on her. Haley shivered and broke eye contact.

I hope youre right.

Tell him to look fear in the eye and not let it defeat him.

Curiosity and interest lit his eyes. You talk like you know something about the subject.

She did. In more ways than in the arena, but he couldnt know. She wanted to reach out and reassure him. Fear made her keep her distance. He glanced at his watch and smiled, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. Haleys chest squeezed.

Id better get back, he said. Thanks for talking with me.

Youre welcome. Tell your brother well be watching out for him. The man disappeared around the corner.

Haley looked into Resurrections eyes. You wont win. I wont let you. Ill see you soon.

She forced her fear into the abyss from where it had risen. This bull was dangerous, unpredictable and as unreadable as a blank page. She would never underestimate him again.

She hurried to her camper parked beyond the grandstands, unlatched the door and flung it open. Her trailer held the July heat like a slow cooker. She opened the window and flipped the switch on the fan above the sink. The scents of popcorn, caramel and hot dogs oscillated in the breeze. Her stomach rumbled. If she hurried, she could make her costume change and still have time to see her daughter compete in the mutton busting competition.

Haley squeezed into the tiny bedroom she shared with Sarah and donned her clown outfitragged jeans, purple suspenders, a patched oversized shirt, and a red-and-blue wig topped with a round-rimmed polka dot hat.

Her fathers picture rested in a wooden frame beside the bed. An identical costume covered his stocky body. His huge smile sported even white teeth surrounded by wide, painted red lips that stood out against the white face paint. A single black tear was painted near the corner of his eye.

Haley ran her finger over the glass, feeling his loss. Other pictures lined the wall. Pop holding Sarah in the hospital. Pop and Sarah blowing out birthday candles at two years and four. Then the last oneall of them together on Sarahs fifth birthday two years ago, a month before her crash with Resurrection that triggered his fatal heart attack. A soft knock outside drew her attention.

Haley? You in there? Hap Jenkins popped his head through the screen door.

Im here.

Haley set the picture aside and opened a jar of face paint, then glanced up. Her fathers old sidekick leaned against the door jamb, resting his bum knee on the metal step. His gnarled hand gripped the bent aluminum frame that had seen better days.

Sarah Rose sent me to fetch you, he said, staying in the doorway while Haley applied the face paint. Mutton bustin, he growled. Kids ridin sheep. Lot of foolishness if you ask me.

I seem to remember you cheering me on when I was seven.

Huh. Thought it was foolish then, too.

She met Haps gaze in the mirror and slathered the white paint on her forehead. Would Hap and Pop have been so proud of her if theyd known the truth?

Howd you fare in the competitions today? Hap asked.

Im in the money. Top three for barrels. Should bring in a decent payback.

How much more you need to buy that land?

Haley tucked her hair under the wig, rose and stepped into the sunlight with Hap, closing the trailer door behind them. A few more rodeos worth. We cant keep traipsing around the country in this portable shack forever. Besides, Sarah wants to go to a real school this year.

She grabbed his arm and headed toward the sheep pens.

His feet shuffled in the dirt. Resurrections back.

She pulled her arm from Haps, hoping he hadnt felt the tremor in her hand. I know. Ive seen him.

Aint too late to get someone else to take your place tonight.

Haley slowed her pace, letting Hap catch his breath. The pain, the months of recovery came back in a rush. She concealed her fear behind a forced shrug. I figured Id have to face him again someday or at least another like him.

Aint another bull like Resurrection.

She brushed her fingers across the costume fabric and felt the raised scars hidden beneath the shirt, constant reminders of her brush with death. You blame Resurrection for Pops heart attack, she murmured. But he wasnt responsible.

Mebbe not. But yer pops old heart couldnt take seein what that critter did to you. I couldnt take it either if

The sheep pens came into view. Haps words trailed into a whisper. Haley stopped mid-stride and faced him, taking his rough hand in hers. Hed been like a second father to her. His feelings mattered.

You always tell me to face what scares you most, stare it down and use it as a stepping stone. She smiled, hiding her fear under the surface. Pop called it minimizing the monster without losing sight of the danger. No one thought Id ever enter the arena again, Hap. But I did. Ill be fine.

Them cowboys are depending on you to watch their backs.

Keeping them out of the bulls line of fire is my job. Ill do it. Haley spotted Sarah straddling the sheep pen fence and waved.

Sarah motioned them to hurry. Her gray-green eyes sparkled with excitement. Come on. Hurry. Im next. She spun around and headed for the chute, her black braids slapping against her shoulders.

Haley leaned against the fence, gripping the rail. Her gut twisted every time Sarah rode. A few moments later a gate opened, releasing a black-faced sheep with a jean-clad seven-year-old clinging to its back like a monkey. The animal jumped forward, hunched its back, then sprinted. Haley held her breath as Sarah held on, then slid beneath the sheeps belly. Sarah picked herself out of the dirt. A smile hid her disappointment. Haley released the rail and wiped a bead of sweat from her cheek.

Tough break, Hap called.

Sarah unpinned the number from her shirt and ran to the fence. That was wild. Guess Ill be too old next year to compete. Im going to miss it.

Haley hugged her daughter. You did your best. That makes you a winner. She ruffled Sarahs bangs and flipped a braid. Just think of all the new stuff youll be eligible for next year, because youll be old.

Oh, Mom. The disappointment left Sarahs face.

Haley spotted Sarahs friends pulling their father through the gate. She handed Sarah the backpack stashed beside the fence. The girls are here. Have fun at the sleepover. Ill see you tomorrow.

Okay. I love you, Mom.

Haley gathered Sarah close. I love you, too, Rosie girl. She planted a kiss on Sarahs head, leaving a streak of white face paint in the dark hair. Sarah sprinted across the arena and disappeared. I love you more than you know.

She misses not having a father, Hap said, the old unasked questions sparking his eyes.

Haley clenched her fists. I wont argue with you about this again, Hap. Especially not today. Im going back to the pens.

I take that as you dont want company.

Maybe later, she said. I need to concentrate on Resurrection.

Ya might ask God for some help in that direction, Hap said.

Praying never helped in the past.

Haps sad smile added a few more wrinkles to his face. Guess I still got enough prayers for us both. Ill check on the horses and see you later.

He limped toward the stables. Guilt replaced Haleys anger. Hap believed she was keeping Sarah from her father. But Hap didnt know the truth. No one knew. Except God. And the man whod shattered her dreams. She wasnt faithless. She believed in God, just not in His ability to protect her or deliver the justice she felt she deserved.

The gift of Sarah didnt erase the violence of that one night or ease her sense of lost security and fear when a man showed too much interest. The handsome features of the man shed met earlier popped into her mind. She quickly banished it. What she wanted she would never have. God had stolen her chance for a normal life. She couldnt rely on Him.

The truth will set you free. The phrase echoed in her mind, inviting confidences she neither asked for nor wanted. Spinning on her heels, she crossed the arena and hurried toward the bull pens. In a nearby booth, a radio played a familiar hymn. She hurried by before the music stirred memories of happier times, before the world had left its mark on her.

God could have changed the events leading to Sarahs conception. But He hadnt. It was she who had held the choice of life and death in her hands and had chosen life, and she would protect that life with her own, no matter what the cost. Sarah may not have been a product of love, but she was loved. And if God wouldnt protect the innocent, she would, even if it meant forever concealing the truth of Sarahs conception. Nothingand no onewould ever hurt her daughter.

Jared Sinclair placed the last chair in the circle, then glanced at his watch. The small booth allotted to the Christian Cowboys Fellowship didnt hold more than twenty people. That hadnt been a problem so far. Volunteering usually didnt take him away from his South Dakota ranch, but this trip was an exception. His stepbrother, Mitch Jessup, had asked him to come, and Jared arranged his schedule to combine business with spending some much needed time with Mitch.

Mitchs newfound faith was forged in the fires of trials, and Jared wasnt sure it was strong enough yet to handle a comeback into the life that had contributed so much to his downfall. He had to look out for Mitch, keep him centered and on track.

As if on cue, Mitch entered with a handful of old chorus books.

I wish they hadnt rescheduled my ride. Do you think youll be back from your business meeting in time to watch me?

Hope so, Jared said. Whod you draw?

Mitchs square jaw tightened. Resurrection. Great way to make a comeback, huh?

Jared swallowed hard. A vision rose in his mind of the massive bull hed seen earlier. Fear for Mitch closed his throat. Maybe you should wait on this one.

No. Im ready. Besides, if I win, just think of the extra money I can donate to some worthy cause. I just wish

Jared waited.

I just wish I hadnt wasted so many years.

They arent wasted if you allow God to use you with what youve learned, Jared said.

He helped Mitch arrange the music, an uneasy feeling dogging each movement. Hed hated what Mitchs hard drinking and womanizing had done not only to Mitchs body and soul, but to Jareds mother and Mitchs father.

But Jared had faithfully prayed for Mitch, and when his prayer was answered, Mitch was changed so completely that there was no doubt in anyones mind that God did indeed answer prayer and transform lives. Still Jared sensed a hidden needan unshared burden that weighed like a millstone around Mitchs neck.

You made it back from the edge, Mitch. You can make a difference.

What about the things I cant take back? Mitchs voice filled with anguish. His gray-green eyes misted. How do I make those right?

Mitchs plea gnawed at Jareds gut. Is there something you need to talk about?

Mitch stared at the gravel floor. I need to fix something, but I dont know how.

Mitchs remorse was so tangible, Jared shuddered. Sometimes you cant fix whats broken, Mitch, he said. Those are the things you have to let God fix.

Mitch dropped his gaze. Ive done some awful things, Jared. Can you find someone if?

Jared waited, but Mitch grew reflective. Is there someone you want me to find? Mitch trembled. What had Mitch done to cause such anguish in his soul? Fear tightened Jareds chest. Hed always been able to smooth things over for his stepbrother. What if this time he couldnt?

Mitch stared at the tent opening, then shook his head.

Jared sensed Mitchs frustration. Ill reschedule my meeting and stay.

No. Absolutely not. You go.

Youre more important to me than this meeting, Jared said.

I know that and love you for it, bro. But I can do this on my own.

Jared hated leaving Mitch like this, but he was right. If he wasnt given a chance to test his new faith, hed never grow. Jared picked up his jacket, then hesitated. Ill try to wrap up my meeting fast and see you back here. You sure youll be okay?

Mitch nodded, then smiled, relaxing the worry lines along his mouth. Ill be okay. Promise.

Apprehension gnawed at Jareds confidence, but he headed for the booth entrance, then turned. One of the bull fighters I ran into gave me a piece of good advice. She said to not let fear defeat you. Its good advice, Mitch. Look it in the eye in your personal life and in the arena. And trust God for the rest.

Mitch slid into a chair and thumbed through Jareds worn Bible. Say a prayer for me, Jared. Im a little uneasy about tonight.

Youre in Gods hands, Mitch. Theres no better place to be.

Jared hurried out of the booth, anxious to conclude his business and return to the rodeo grounds. He was his brothers keeper and Mitch needed him. He should be here. The breath of a prayer whispered on his lips. He lifted his gaze and instantly collided with a clown-clad whirlwind.

The impact knocked the red and blue wig to the ground, loosening a pile of blond hair held up with pins. Soft brown lashes lifted to reveal eyes almost too big for such delicate features. Her feet tottered.

Clarabelle. He clasped both of her arms firmly. Earlier, hed been so wrapped up worrying about Mitch that he hadnt appreciated the womans classical beauty now hidden behind clowns makeup. Her violet eyes locked with his, stealing his breath. We meet again. Are you all right?

A startled gasp escaped her over-painted mouth. She pulled away and stepped back. Picking up the wig, she clutched it between her fingers. Clarabelle? she said.

Seemed appropriate for a lady clown. Youre sure youre all right?

Im fine. Did I hurt you?

He took a deep breath, but his pulse continued to race. No, he said, offering a smile.

Haley swallowed and stepped back, frightened by the strength in his hands and warmth in his eyes.

Maybe I should try again, she said, hoping the bite in her voice would deter further interest.

She skirted around him and rushed off. Rounding the corner, she glanced back. He stood where shed left him, staring after her with a puzzled, almost comical expression on his face. Haley broke contact and entered the arena through a side entrance, but the memory of his eyes stayed.

Someone touched her shoulder. She sucked in a breath and spun around, expecting to see the stranger, but Chester Rawlins, the other clown working the arena, grinned back.

Girl, youre jumpier than a flea on a dog, he said.

Nervous energy. Ill work it off.

Hope so, he said, plopping a baseball cap on his head. Rodeos about to start. Lets go.

Tension heightened her anticipation. She reset the wig and purged the stranger from her mind. Her job began when the chute opened, not after the eight-second count.

The announcer introduced the first rider, and Haley waited. Every performance, she put her life on the line for these riders. She mustnt fail. She moved to the side as the first bull leaped from the gate, making short work of the rider. Haley drew the animals attention while the cowboy dusted the dirt from his chaps and reached for his hat.

The next few hours passed in a blur. She and Chester worked the bulls like a valve and piston. She paused a moment to wipe her damp face, leaving a good portion of the face paint on the towel tucked into her suspenders. Resurrections name blared over the speaker.

Haley choked back a cry. Fear swirled in the arena dust, settling at her feet, gnawing at her confidence. Sitting behind the barrier protecting the spectators, Hap nodded encouragement. She reset the rubber barrel and waited.

Resurrection stood quietly in the chute, submitting to his handlers as the rider checked the rigging and centered himself, his face hidden behind his hat brim. Haley knew the minute the gate opened the whole arena would be filled with two thousand pounds of raging fury bent on unseating and maiming the man, and her as well.

The cowboy nodded. The gate opened. Resurrection shot out of the chute. Haley kept the bull in her sights. The rider tossed like a doll and but kept his balance. Resurrection bellowed, arched his back and spun around, his leg buckling as he landed.

Haley held her breath as the man tipped sideways and fought to stay upright. The seconds seemed suspended, stretching her nerves to the snapping point. Resurrection ducked his head and twisted.

The buzzer sounded. Moving in front of the crazed bull, Haley and Chester tried to draw Resurrections attention so the cowboy could dismount, but the bull ignored them and began a series of spins. He twisted hard right, then left.

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