Once Upon a Cowboy. Pamela Tracy
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he look the same? Or cuter? Did he say anything about what he’s been doing? I wonder if that means Jared’s letting him stay?”
Beth thought back to the Ice Cream Shack and how tense a conversation she’d interrupted. They’d been talking about the RC money. “He was out of it while I drove him to the hospital. The only thing he said was that his head hurt. And I’m pretty sure he’s staying, but last night he was sure leaving in a hurry. So, I doubt this visit is getting off to the best of beginnings.”
“Is that all it is, a visit? Do you suppose he ran off the road because he and Jared had a fight?”
Beth had already considered that scenario, and it seemed plausible enough.
“Guess you’ll know more tomorrow,” Susan said. “Aren’t you going to Caleb’s birthday party?”
Beth had been there for all of Ryan, Matt and Caleb’s special moments. As Mandy’s best friend, she was a quasi aunt. A few minutes later, she headed for her car, grateful that Susan had failed to notice that Beth hadn’t answered one of her previous questions.
Does he look the same? Or cuter?
Beth could never admit to her sisters that she thought Joel McCreedy looked even better than he had eight years ago. They’d known about her crush and had teased her without mercy. Susan might be seven months pregnant, Linda might own her own beauty salon, but that didn’t stop them from ganging up on their baby sister, especially when it came to matters of the heart.
Especially when the matter of the heart had an arrow aimed at it, but not from Cupid’s bow. Patsy Armstrong, aka Mom, was the sharpshooter in question.
The McCreedy men, all six of them if you counted stepfather Billy Staples, were having hot dogs for dinner. The kitchen hadn’t changed all that much, except that Joel didn’t know where he belonged. The table, from his childhood, was a six-seater, and Joel was pretty sure that the only vacant chair had at one time belonged to Mandy.
His sister-in-law had suffered with a long illness, was six months gone, and Joel hadn’t made it to the funeral. He hesitated, and Billy came to the rescue. He got up, moved around the table and took the empty seat. Joel took Billy’s place feeling like he kept winding up with the losing hand in a game with rules he didn’t understand. Jared’s and Matt’s faces bore identical scowls when Joel sat down.
“So, what happened in school today?” Billy asked, unable to hide a look of resignation.
Matt didn’t answer; he seemed to be contemplating.
“Were dere birfdays?” Caleb wanted to know.
Matt shook his head, but Ryan said, “There were no birthdays, but Trey took the bracelet that Mary got for her birthday and Mary had to chase him all around the playground.”
Joel thought he saw a slight smile hit Jared’s face, even though Jared didn’t seem willing to add to the conversation.
“How about you?” Billy encouraged. “Did you see Trey chasing Mary?”
“No,” Matt admitted, “but I saw him get in trouble. Miss Armstrong made him sit out the rest of recess.”
Ryan and Caleb finished their food within minutes. Ryan took out a homework paper. Caleb went into the living room to admire the two giant bags of birthday decorations that he promised not to touch. After a moment, Ryan shouted, “Done!” and headed for the living room to tease his little brother about the birthday present bandit.
Billy looked at Matt, who’d taken two tiny bites of his hot dog and totally ignored the fries. “You don’t need to clean your plate tonight.”
Joel couldn’t tell who was more surprised: Matt or Jared.
Maybe Matt. He looked at his grandpa without moving.
“Go ahead,” Jared urged, adding to the conversation for the first time.
Still, Matt dragged his feet. Finally, Jared held up a finger. “One.” Then up went another finger. “Two.” Matt’s plate made it to the sink on four; he made it out the kitchen door on five.
Without the boys, the room took on an uncomfortable quiet.
Billy didn’t waste a minute. In a serious tone, he began, “Joel and I were talking after I picked up the boys. We didn’t get a chance to finish.”
Jared didn’t even question about what, just gave Joel a suspicious and unwelcoming look.
“First,” Billy said, “why don’t you tell us what brought you home.”
The expression on Billy’s face didn’t change. He’d been a principal for more than forty years and told anybody willing to listen that “he’d seen it all.” He’d been a successful principal because while he’d seen it all, he was still willing to listen.
Jared didn’t say anything. His lips were puckered in a straight line that Joel recognized. He didn’t really care what Joel had to say, just wanted Joel out of here and for things to go back to normal. Listening to his little brother was so low on his list of priorities that it wasn’t a priority at all.
“I should have stayed in New Mexico.” Joel didn’t mean it, though. Something about being in his childhood kitchen, seeing the school papers held by magnets on the fridge, and sitting at the table where he’d helped his mom make cookies and in turn his mom had helped him with homework, something about it all made him catch his breath and consider what he’d given up.
“You keep up with my career?” Joel asked.
Jared shook his head, but Billy said, “You’ve been a midlister for quite a while.”
A midlister, not a rodeo term but definitely a retired teacher term, felt like a grade of C. “I’m only eight years in,” Joel said. “I still have at least ten years of competition ahead of me.”
Jared gave a half snort.
“The highest standing you’ve managed to reach is fifty,” Billy said.
“And that kind of standing has earned me enough money to stay in the show even after the seed money was spent.”
Jared tensed. The seed money might have been Joel’s half of the farm, but in Jared’s mind, the farm needed it more than Joel.
Billy held up his hand, halting the dialogue. “This is not the conversation I meant to have. What exactly brought you home? I read that you were injured, but I don’t recall which rodeo or what happened.”
“I was in Lovington, New Mexico, just over a month ago. I did fine, came in third and took home a purse of just under two thousand dollars. I was supposed to meet up with some friends in Missouri after that, but the morning I was to leave, the Monday after the rodeo, I had a hard time getting out of bed. I was as stiff as I’d ever been.”
“You came in third, so you kept your seat,” Billy remembered.
“That I did. The only thing I can figure is I must have landed wrong, hurt myself and not even realized it.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I went to bed fine, woke up stiff that morning and by evening, a buddy literally carried me to the truck and drove me to the emergency room. I’ve never hurt so much. I couldn’t move to the left or right without nauseating pain. Doctor there said acute lumbar strain and vertebrae damage. For a solid week, I was in bed, in a lonely motel room. After that, I started physical therapy, and everything seemed to be going great. I could bend, jump and even lift. Then, after about two weeks of that, I was walking toward the motel room and I can’t even describe what it felt like, except that my back did a little break-dance of its own without my permission. Just like that, I was back in bed and on pain pills. After a week, I realized I couldn’t do it on my own.”
“And that’s when you decided to come home,” Billy figured.
Joel looked