Bull rider Mitch Tanner is determined to earn professional
status to honor his deceased father, but running a ranch and helping with his
younger siblings leaves time for little else. Having Jessie on the ranch is a
distraction he can' t afford. After all, he doesn' t have time for love.
As Mitch and Jesse work together to rescue
abused animals will Mitch discover there's more to life than earning a status?
Will he be able to help heal Jesse's broken heart and spirit and lead her to
the Lord?
Jordan
Valley Roundup - Illuminating books from Pelican Book Group
EXCERPTS: Focusing on the ride, she walked
Buck into position. The excitement built, adrenalin shooting through her
muscles like lightning strikes.
Tugging her Stetson low so there was no
chance of losing it, she leaned into the saddle, took a firm grip on the reins,
inhaled, and blew it out long and slow until her lungs were empty. Finally, she
booted him in the ribs.
He took off in an explosion of energy
while she leaned into the run. She concentrated on the first barrel, the cheers
of the crowd dimming to near silence. Spectator faces blurred past as they
rounded the second barrel. Yes! It felt good. This was where she belonged.
Buck ran flat out as they charged the
third turn. Heading into the pocket, he dug in, and the world shifted. Dipped.
She snatched a breath and held tight to the saddle horn, her heart pounding as
he fought for footing in the loose earth. She gave him his head, hoping, by
some miracle, he could stay on his feet.
Buck’s back left leg slid from under them.
Fear ripped through her as they dropped, then slammed into the ground. The
saddle horn jerked from her grip. He floundered, trying to get up. She kicked
her foot free and tried to shove away from the panicked animal, but she
couldn’t move. Her left leg was under him.
Stories of riders killed from similar
falls flashed through her mind. Buck fought his way to his feet, yanking her
leg high in the air with her foot through the stirrup and leaving her head on
the ground.
His shod hooves cut so close, he kicked
dirt in her face as he danced with anxiety. If she could catch her breath, make
him hear her, he might calm. But she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t find words to
ease him. He threw his head back, gathering himself as he looked for a way to
escape the nightmare.
Slamming shut her eyes, she wrapped her
arms around her head.
God! Help me.
INSPIRATION:
I was at a rodeo a few years ago when a
barrel racer’s horse fell with her, just like I’ve written about. The cowboys
watching from the fence nearby were immediately there to stop the horse from
hurting her.
It has always stayed with me how those men
risked their lives to help a fellow competitor. Christian Cowboys are a
favorite of mine. 😊
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Comments
Thanks for featuring this new release, Clare.