want to think about how easy it was for him to read her feelings. It always had been for him.
Aching at all the things that had changed between them, he leaned over the hitching post to peer down the alley. Robert Worthington in his fancy tailored suit stood out in the crowd of cowboys and ranchers. âHeâs right ahead, but heâs looking at a half-crazed mare. Doesnât he have any horse know-how at all?â
âMy poor uncle means well, but heâs city born and bred. Heâs spent his life reading books on wranglers and cowboys, so he has a lot of fictitious notions in his head.â Fondness shaped her soft face. âItâs been a lifelong dream of his to be a great horse trainer. The poor man has no notion of ranching or real experience handling horses.â
âWhere does he hail from?â
âSt. Louis.â
âYour parents came from here,â he remembered.
âYes. When they passed away and I was so injured, Henrietta came straightaway. She took charge of everything until Robert could settle things enough at his work to come help. He took over Papaâs interest in the bank, started managing my investments, which I had inherited, and finally sold my family home.â
Her family home? It had been a mansion and not a home, but he didnât comment on that. To her, it must have been jammed full of memories. âWas it too painful to live there, afterward?â
âYes. You would know that about me.â There was no mistaking the sorrow shadowing her face. âRobert moved his whole family to Montana Territory. He didnât want to take me away from this country where I grew up.â
âYou had to have been gravely injured.â
âYes, at first, but then I began to recover. God spared me my life, and I am thankful. I have to believe He has some purpose for my life yet.â
âIâm sure of that, Noelle.â He sounded so sincere, it was impossible not to believe him, impossible not to be touched by that. He shook his head once and cleared his throat. âWell, now, this mare looks much more suitable for a ladyâs driving horse.â
âYes, thatâs Miss Bradshaw. Sheâs very sensible.â
âSo I see.â His step drummed closer. âMiss Bradshaw?â
âHenrietta doesnât believe in calling a horse by his or her first name. She prefers a more formal relationship.â
âBest not tell her all the nights I slept beside my horse.â
âBest not.â Noelle couldnât think of more to say; at least more that she wanted to. She wanted to be unaffected, beyond the pain of her schoolgirlâs broken heart and above holding on to old anger. Sheâd healed from his betrayal and moved on, truly. But there, beneath the lid she kept on her heart was something more devastating than anger. She didnât know how to fill the silence between them.
And what a silence it was. Five long years of silence. She didnât know how to break it. She was fairly sure she didnât want to. It wasnât easy holding back the memories of how wrong sheâd been about him, about love.
âMcKaslin!â Robertâs bass boomed cheerfully above the noise and motion on the street. His boots drummed quickly as if he were in grand spirits. âGlad to see youâre still here. I was just telling my wife how well you handled that stallion. Iâve never seen anything like it.â
âIt was nothing. Iâve been around horses all my life, is all.â A note of humility deepened his baritone.
Noelle knew he was being modest; Thad had a way with horses and an understanding of them sheâd always thought was a divine blessing.
Not that it was her business anymore. She carefully drew the lap blanket more tightly around her, leaning to listen. Even when she told herself she shouldnât want to hear. His voice was deeper, manlier and rang with integrity, enticing a
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