Chapter Seventeen
Rachel
It was like Christmas morning in the middle of July, and I was apparently on Santa’s best of the best list. The young jockey Verica Blythe had a good chance of making a name for herself and for Lago Colina on the circuit. I was going to do my damndest to make sure it happened. My wrist jangled sweetly as I walked, the little charms of the beautiful bracelet Daniel had given me daintily banging together with each swing of my arm.
Even the ranch hands vibrated with excitement as they ate breakfast double-time and rushed about their morning chores with an almost reckless abandon. There were smiles all around and a curious lack of complaints when the roster was called out. I was so excited for Pete and Daniel to finally get to branch out their equestrian breeding to horses that were meant for more than casual riders or dude ranches.
Texas Tango was beautiful. He had a natural speed and easy gait that did his lineage proud. I had been in awe every morning I’d woken up on the ranch, shocked that I’d lucked into an internship with people who treated me like an expert and that I got to see their first racehorse, their first jockey, and be a part of it for even the few weeks that I had left before school started again. The experience I’d gained would have been worth doing the work for free, but instead, for my efforts, my last year of school would be paid for.
The thought of leaving in September made my breakfast leaden in my stomach, and I pushed the thought away as quickly as I could, wiping a few stray tears from the corners of my eyes before anyone could catch me. I knew that my time with Daniel was to be short-lived, but I planned to make the most of the time we had left. How was I going to walk away from the man who gave me a reason to believe in love again?
Tracy, Freddie, and even Ms. Green from school had all texted with congratulatory and good luck messages. Daniel kissed me goodbye before he and his father had gone to the airport to collect Miss. Blythe. They were due back any second. Hannah had asked for my help with the late lunch that we were having for Miss Blythe before taking her through the stables. While I peeled potatoes, I thought about my first day on the ranch and my amazement at how fine their stables were for a longstanding cattle ranch.
But, it was the mustangs they protected that made me think that they had a future in horses. The Hargraves were worthy of the deepest respect as people who would keep horses they would not profit from and use land that otherwise would be profitable, simply because it was the right thing to do and was good for the animals.
At Lago Colina, I wasn’t “out there” or a “winger” as I’d been called in the past. And, I wasn’t a failure, or a “wannabe,” as the Steed family had proclaimed. Here, I was valuable and responsible. Here, I was everything I needed to be – no more, no less.
I finished the last of the potatoes and looked around for other small jobs I could do to make lunch and dinner easier for Hannah and Patty, but they had the kitchen all squared away, so I started setting places at the eighteen-foot table out on the veranda. I was only to the silverware when a raucous wave of commotion fell on my ears. Dropping the forks and knives to the table with a clatter, I half-ran through the kitchen to the front of the house, just in time to see the men arrive with our guest of honor.
Verica was even smaller up close than she appeared the few times I’d seen her race. But, that was usually the case with jockeys. Their small stature and weight made it easier to coax more speed from their mounts, but up on their racers, confident and at ease, sometimes they seemed huge. Verica was no different. In heels, she was the same height as I was in my flat riding boots. It was a shock to the system to see her in “regular people” clothes, her long hair down her back instead of twisted and tucked away under her equestrian helmet, jeans instead of jodhpurs.
She was all smiles and Daniel stood towering over her like a proud papa. I did my best to stifle the jealousy that purred dangerously in my ear as she gazed up at him and schooled my features into as pleasant a face as I could manage. I reminded myself that she was here because I’d practically begged for her to come, so I couldn’t very well drop-kick her back to Kentucky as soon as she arrived.
Daniel could see something was off. When he questioned me with a look, I attempted a smile. He arched an eyebrow in response and excused himself to her. He strode over to me, a worried look on his face. He reached out tentatively, as though he wasn’t sure I’d accept him touching me. I let his arms slide around me and breathed him in.
“Are you okay, darlin’? I somehow thought you’d be a little more, you know, excited, to see a potential new jockey…” His voice trailed off as I heaved a loud sigh.
“I know. I feel like an ass, but I’d be a lot more excited if she wasn’t looking up at you like you were God’s answers to her bedside prayers,” I confessed. “I don’t like looking like the jealous girlfriend, God knows I may not even have that much of a claim on you. But I still want to punch her in the throat.” I buried my face in his chest and took a last deep breath.
“But I’m okay now, and I’m not about to make a scene. This moment is about you, and the ranch, and even Miss Blythe,” I choked out her name. “It’s not about me, and I’m not going to make it so.” Daniel laughed and tipped my head back. He kissed me long and deep, until my knees went weak and I dug my fingers into his arms, clutching him to stay standing.
“Miss Blythe – Verica,” Daniel corrected himself at her admonishing look. “I want you to meet your champion, and the number one reason you are here today.” My blush deepened as he squeezed my shoulder. “I’m really excited to be the one to introduce you both. Miss Blythe, Miss Rachel Martinez, the woman you’ve been hearing about nonstop since you landed.”
I almost felt bad as I saw a little of the glimmer fade from Verica’s eyes, but not enough to keep me up at night. I strode forward, hand extended, and she side-stepped it to give me a hug, instead.
“Thank you for getting them to give me a chance to be their starter,” she whispered as she clutched me to her. I felt my eyes go wide as I stared at Mr. Hargrave, and he shrugged and pursed his lips together to hide his smile.
“Really, it was my pleasure,” I assured her, prying her off my body. “I’ve seen you race, and more importantly, I know you’re about to be black-balled for calling attention to the treatment of the horses at the Circle J facility. I figured we could get ahead of it and bring you in.” I smiled and patted her on the shoulder. “You really should thank Miss Vale, and make sure you tell the Hargraves about it. They’ll find out anyway, and being disliked for standing up for the right is sort of a badge of pride around here.”
She nodded and beamed at me, and at everyone standing around us.
Daniel stepped aside to let his parents be the gracious hosts, and they led the procession of jockey and ranch hands into the house. We lagged behind, and Daniel slung his arm over my shoulder. I saw Verica glance behind at us as she disappeared through the doorway.
“She’s disappointed,” I remarked.
“She’ll live,” he replied drily. “However, I’m not sure how mad I am at you for suggesting I haven’t been clear about my expectations of our relationship.” He cursed under his breath. “You think it’s dumb luck that not one guy on the ranch has even tried to ask you out?” I snorted and bumped him with my hip. “I didn’t work so damn hard to get you naked just because you’re short, you know.” I laughed out loud and hugged him around the waist.
“I know, I know. It’s new, and I don’t know, important,” I replied as we finally made it up the stairs trailing behind Jackson, who looked back and rolled his eyes at us, either because he heard us, or because it was taking so long to get to our waiting lunch. “I said I was trying not to be jealous,” I reminded him.
“You said you wanted to punch her in the throat,” he countered. Jackson snorted and tried to cover it up with a cough. Daniel shoved him forward and he laughed harder, staggering and falling against the doorframe. As we passed him, he winked at me.
“I’ve seen your handiwork. If it comes to that, my money’s on you,” he sniggered. Daniel shot him a look. Jackson flinched, but was still laughing when the guys made room for us to sit near the head of the table by their father and mother.
Mr. Hargrave made a speech for Verica’s benefit and quickly lined up the chores so that the men could eat and go, while those who remained would interview Verica as a panel made up of Daniel, his father, Pete, myself, and surprisingly, Jackson.
I hadn’t seen much of Daniel’s younger brother throughout my time on the ranch, and Daniel didn’t speak of him often. When he did, it was usually to comment on the vast array of video games he was always playing, or wondering if he’d ever grow up and do anything with his life. To me, Jackson was simply a typical, youngest child and seeing him take an interest piqued my own at what he might be thinking.
“Verica,” Mr. Hargrave began as his wife poured her fresh sweet tea into tall glasses for us. “I know you have a great deal on your plate right now, and we’re a small operation. What made you take an interest in coming down to speak to us?”
Verica shot me a look, and I nodded my encouragement to her. As she explained her predicament, I was shot looks of query by the Hargraves, oldest to youngest. I added my thoughts to her narrative and that my hope was that they would overlook the unpopularity of her decision for the correctness of it.
“Well, hell, girl, it seems that’s what we do here. It seems to work out just fine for us,” the senior Hargrave quipped.
Verica continued, producing verifiable references, which Jackson took and began typing on his laptop, glancing from time to time at Verica’s resume. When the men had asked their questions, Daniel, Pete, and I walked her over to the stables. Daniel slid his hand in mine and let Pete and Verica walk ahead of us a few paces.
“I see why you like her. The girl has spunk and good, solid morals.” He spoke in a low voice, and squeezed my hand. “I can’t just hire her without speaking to anyone else, though. Dad refuses to believe we could get that lucky twice in a row.”
I chuckled and squeezed him back. My stomach was tight, nervous that I’d made a wrong choice and pushed too hard for this slip of a girl who chose her horse’s safety over fame and fortune.
She was as taken with the stables as I was, and we could see she and Pete speaking animatedly while they walked toward the birthing suite, remnants of his tour spiel floating back to us. We turned to follow them when a strange sound caught my ear. I grabbed Daniel’s arm and listened again.
“Do you hear that?” I listened again for the strange, wheezing cough of air, moving past each stall and watching the horses inside for any off behavior. I made it almost halfway down the row when I saw something that made my blood curdle in my veins. Pete’s favorite mare Dancer was on her side in her stall, blood foaming out of her mouth as she labored for breath. I threw the door open with a gasp, and there in the corner was the crushed body of a rattler.
Daniel shouted for Pete while I wiped the blood from her muzzle, revealing a bite on her nose, which had swollen and was preventing her from breathing properly. I shouted for anti-venom and continued to search her for bite marks. The only other bite was on her hind ankle, a much less dangerous place to be bitten.
From the look of the stall, they had accidentally come upon one another in the hay that Dancer had been eating and the snake had bitten her to get away. Trapped in the stall, he had taken another stab at getting her away from him, but instead, had gotten stepped on as she panicked. It had been so long, obviously while we’d all been at lunch, that her sheer size was the only reason she was still alive.
Pete skidded to a stop with the anti-venom in a medical caddy, with Daniel and Verica hot on his heels.
“What kind?” Pete panted, pulling vials out of the caddy. I pointed to the back of the stall, too afraid to name the species in case I was wrong. The caddy was thrust into Daniel’s hands and Pete joined me on the dirty, hay-strewn floor. He whispered to Dancer, and I saw her ear twitch in response. Through tears, I watched him gently stroke her swollen muzzle and in a swift motion, inject the first syringe of anti-venom in his hand. He dropped it with a clatter and immediately sank the second hypodermic into her quivering hide with a steady hand that belied the sweat beaded up on his forehead where he had shoved his hat off.
“Get her on her feet! Get her to the suite so we can put her in the sling,” Daniel ordered. Verica sidled in next to me, and by the time other men had reached us, including Mr. Hargrave, we had almost lifted Dancer from the floor. With the aid of the additional muscle, we were able to get Dancer into the sling and Daniel adjusted it to the correct level to hold her, but leave her hooves touching the floor.
At that point, I was given the floor, and while Pete paced and tried to comfort his mare, I intubated her to allow oxygen to her lungs. Once I saw that her lungs were filling and her chest was moving accordingly, I turned my attention to a full examination, looking for signs of other bites. When none were found, I rejoined Pete, who had not stopped murmuring to her and stroking her fetlock throughout my intubation and examination.
Her heart was arrhythmic, but continuing to get stronger by the time Dr. Pallace, the ranch veterinarian, arrived. He brought with him more anti-venom and re-examined Dancer, to no new diagnosis. She was calmer than before, and her heart had given up its hitch for a steadier, if not quite healthy, pace. Dr. Pallace hemmed and hawed and scratched his head, but in the end, he agreed that he could no better for the old girl than we were already accomplishing, and she was better off not being moved.
Cheered that he would be able to watch over her himself, Pete promised not to leave her side until she could breathe easily on her own, and knowing him, I understood that he’d be by her side much longer than needed. What did surprise me was the speed with which Verica offered to stay by his side and help. I watched as the light of admiration in her eyes dimmed for my handsome lover and lit firmly on the compassionate horseman, still red-nosed and bleary-eyed as he whispered foolish nothings into Dancer’s ear.
“Well, that was exciting and unexpected,” I babbled to Daniel, who was watching the two with a funny look on his face. “Missing the adoration already?” I teased under my breath. He flinched and scowled at me.
“Of course not, but he’s so much older than her. Is this even allowed?” he asked under his breath. I snorted and hid my grin behind my hand.
“The assumption is that he’ll notice. He didn’t notice when my friend Tracy returned his attention, and he’s definitely preoccupied now.” I nudged Daniel and he draped his arm around me like he’d been doing it for years.
“Well, after all is said and done, I guess we can’t give the position to anyone else, so she’ll have time to sort him out,” he suggested with a chuckle so soft I could only feel it through his ribcage. I leaned into his embrace and watched the steady rise and fall of Dancer’s chest through the thick webbing that embraced her and kept her upright and stationary while she was being monitored.
“I had a surprise for you, but it seems like now isn’t the best time,” he continued. “I was going to take you to my favorite place on the ranch. Maybe we should wait.”
Startled, I looked around the room at the ranch hands and Dr. Pallace, at this point, most of them just standing around, waiting for instructions on what to do next. Mr. Hargrave met my eyes and tipped his hat, then approached us, as though he already knew what we were talking about.
“Son, I think everything here is as good as it’s gonna get, for now,” he intoned in his gravelly bass. “I’ve had the men do a sweep of the stable, but they didn’t find anything. God, I’m sorry it happened to Pretty Dancer, but at the same time, I’m more worried that we’re going to lose Texas Tango after this.”
“I don’t think so,” I chimed in. “After all, Dancer is most likely going to pull through just fine. I don’t think a big deal needs to be made of a snake in the state of Texas. It just happens, well, how often does it happen?” I inquired, my thoughts on Peacemaker.
“I heard a story from my grandad that he saw one in the barn as a kid,” Daniel offered. “So at best, every fifty years or so.” He set his hat firmly on his head and pursed his lips. “You know, Dad, I have a picnic basket with my name on it sitting in the kitchen waiting since just before supper. It would be a shame to waste it.” He made the remark so casually that it sounded insincere. Without knowing why, my heart hitched and my pulse sped up.
“Well, y’all gotta eat supper, son. You and Rachel did a hell of a thing here today. You should both take a break. Just maybe don’t take too long,” Mr. Hargrave suggested. I looked up at Daniel in askance, but he avoided my gaze, even when I poked him in the side trying to get his attention.
“Why don’t you go take a shower and relax for a minute, and I’ll bring dinner to you?” he asked. “Whichever guesthouse you prefer is fine with me.” He smiled, but it faded quickly, replaced by a furrowed brow and a faraway look aimed toward the sick horse behind us.
“Sure,” I answered lightly. “I’ll go back to my quarters, and if you don’t make it, I’ll throw a little something together before coming back here to relieve Pete. If he’ll let me,” I added the last without optimism. Pete was already giving the men around him orders to bring him a cot and bedding. He was definitely not going anywhere tonight.
“Oh, I’ll be there shortly,” Daniel replied in a distant voice. “You just get comfortable. I’ll take care of the rest.” Feeling as though I’d been dismissed, I nodded my head numbly and left them, stopping only to hug Pete and tell Verica my quarters would be open for her whenever she needed to go to sleep. She turned me down gently, and Pete added a cot for her to his own quarters without hesitation.
I made it about three steps out the door before strong arms grabbed me from behind and Pete enfolded me in a huge hug before I could even cry out in alarm.
“Thanks, sis,” he managed to say past new tears. “I can’t repay you, but I got your back, no matter what, from now on.” He released me and I patted his arm, my heart still racing and my hands shaking from the start he’d given me.
“You always had my back, Pete; that’s how I was here to help.” He hugged me one last, awkward time and disappeared back into the suite with Pretty Dancer.
With a deep breath that sounded suspiciously like a sigh, even to me, I made my way to the blessed heat and pounding pressure of a long, relaxing shower, where I tried to calm my suspicions about Daniel’s strange behavior. I reassured myself that his interest in Verica was both professional and in no way threatening, even as my hands shook just enough to make me cut my leg while shaving.
I practiced breathing and counting until my thoughts were my own again. I tried to simply enjoy the remainder of my steamy escape and stayed under the water until it cooled enough to force me to retreat, a bath sheet tucked tightly around my breasts and Skipper licking the excess water from my feet.