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  A Cowboy’s Second Chance

  The last person cowboy Joe Gallagher thought he’d see on his ranch was high school sweetheart Rebecca Anshaw Simpson. Twelve years after she married another man, she’s back as his physical therapist. But healing his body is nothing compared to guarding his heart from the woman he never forgot. There’s much the single mom would rather forget, but Becca won’t let regret and a surly rancher get in the way of her job and the chance to start over with her little girl. She has only a few weeks to make peace with her past. But Becca never expected she’d fall all over again for her first love.

  He’d never forgotten her…

  But now he had to walk away.

  After he cleaned the cut on her hand, he handed her a roll of gauze with his prosthetic hand, making sure to keep his distance.

  “You’ll have to hold it in place while I wrap,” Becca said.

  He noted the irony in the situation. They were both handicapped now.

  Joe held the gauze against her skin, refusing to consider how long it had been since he’d touched her. A lifetime ago. But the memories were as vivid now as then.

  When she finished and raised her head, their eyes met…and she froze. He stepped back but she stopped him.

  “Joe.” She said it softly, barely a whisper as it slid over him. “I’m so sorry.” Her eyes pleaded with him.

  Sorry? She was twelve years too late for sorry. As he turned and walked out of the barn, his head cautioned him. Don’t make the same mistake twice.

  So why did his heart want a second chance?

  Tina Radcliffe has been dreaming and scribbling for years. Originally from Western New York, she left home for a tour of duty with the Army Security Agency stationed in Augsburg, Germany, and ended up in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Her past careers include certified oncology RN and library cataloger. She recently moved from Denver, Colorado, to the Phoenix, Arizona, area, where she writes heartwarming and fun inspirational romance.

  Books by Tina Radcliffe

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  The Rancher’s Reunion

  Oklahoma Reunion

  Mending the Doctor’s Heart

  Stranded with the Rancher

  Safe in the Fireman’s Arms

  Rocky Mountain Reunion

  Rocky Mountain Cowboy

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  ROCKY MOUNTAIN

  COWBOY

  Tina Radcliffe

  Do not remember the former things, nor consider

  the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing,

  now it shall spring forth; shall you not know it?

  I will even make a road in the wilderness

  and rivers in the desert.

  —Isaiah 43:18–19

  This book is dedicated to the heroes in my life, my husband, Tom, and my dad, Joe.

  Acknowledgments

  Many thanks to beta readers Nancy Connally and Vince Mooney. They took the time to help me saddle the horse and get this story off on the right path.

  Thank you to the people who assisted me with the research on this story. All errors are wholly mine.

  To real-life Nebraska rancher Ivan Connealy and his author wife, Mary Connealy, thank you for your time, insights and information on cattle and hay. Thanks to Missy Tippens for that calf-roping assistance!

  Thank you to Rob Dodson, CPO, FAAOP clinical manager with Advanced Arm Dynamics, who connected me with the amazing Barry Landry. Barry is a transradial amputee who utilizes the Michelangelo myoelectric prosthesis and happens to be an amateur rodeo cowboy. Not only does Barry ride horses, but he ropes cattle. Thank you, Barry, for taking time to answer all my questions. You can find out more about Advanced Arm Dynamics and the Michelangelo at www.armdynamics.com.

  A final thank-you to my editor, Giselle Regus, for her endless patience with a slow writer, and insightful editing on this book.

  Contents

  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 Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Epilogue

  Dear Reader

  Excerpt from The Cowboy’s Texas Family by Margaret Daley

  Chapter One

  It had been a good many years since Rebecca Anshaw Simpson had inhaled the earthy combination of cattle, horse and hay that was home. As the scents wove their way in through the vents of her car, it seemed like only yesterday that she was a kid, riding like a swift rush of wind through the valley of Paradise, Colorado. Life was simple then. So blessedly simple.

  Rebecca yawned and rolled down her window to fully appreciate the enticing perfume of home. As she stretched, her aching neck protested. The muscles were stiff because she’d fallen asleep inside the ancient compact Honda.

  When an almost icy spring breeze moved through the car, Rebecca pulled her down-filled vest closer.

  A horse and rider appeared in the distance. Silhouetted against the horizon and the rising sun’s orange glow, the man in the dark Stetson approached at a rapid clip, with two dogs racing alongside.

  She’d know that profile anywhere.

  Joe Gallagher.

  Tension crept along her shoulders. She’d had serious reservations about taking this job because of Joe. They’d dated all through high school, even though she was two years younger than him. Joe was her first love. Until she’d dumped him.

  Young and naive, she’d been swept off her feet at the end of her sophomore year of college, and eloped with Nick Simpson.

  What a trusting fool she’d been. For a lingering moment, Rebecca allowed herself to contemplate what life would have been like if she’d stuck with the homeboy.

  “It doesn’t matter,” she whispered.

  None of it did. All that mattered was today. Life as she’d known it had been stolen from her two years ago. She had returned to Paradise to begin again.

  What irony that she should be returning home to the man she had scorned. Forced to face him again, after so many years. The Lord surely had a sense of humor opening the door to this assignment. OrthoBorne Technology had not only given her a job, but it had dangled a huge bonus, like a proverbial carrot on a stick. She’d taken the bait and was determined to make the most of this chance.

  When the man on the horse was close enough for her to see his midnight-black hair peeking out from under his hat and the shadow of a beard on his face, Rebecca inhaled a sharp breath. Joe Gallagher had changed. He’d become ruggedly handsome in the years since they’d parted.

  “Becca?” Joe slid off his horse and approached the gate. His deep voice reflected stunned surprise, and the underlying tone was anything but welcoming.

  Tired of craning her neck, she opened the car door and stepped out, stretching her stiff legs while discreetly pulling down the sleeves of her sweater. She still had to look up to meet his gaze. Joe was taller than she remembered, with that same dangerous loner aura.

  He rested his gloved left hand on the top of the gate, while his other hand, the prosthetic one, according to her notes, remained tucke
d away inside the pocket of his fleece-lined denim jacket. For a long minute he simply stared. It was as though he was looking through her, to the past.

  The lean black-and-white cattle dogs at his feet barked and raced in energetic circles, eager to be part of the conversation.

  “Sit,” Joe commanded, his voice steely.

  The animals instantly obeyed.

  “Been a long time,” he finally said, his gaze returning to hers.

  Rebecca tried to gauge what he was thinking, but his expression was unreadable. Apparently he still held everything deep inside.

  “It has been, hasn’t it? A very long time,” she murmured. “I heard you joined the army after college.”

  “Yeah. When my dad died, I went ahead and took an early discharge.”

  “I’m so sorry about your father,” she said, immediately regretting her words. “I, um, I know how close you two were.”

  He gave a quick nod of acknowledgment. “What about you?” he asked. “Home for a visit? Is your husband with you?”

  At Joe’s question, everything around Rebecca slowed down and began to blur. The world came to a stunning halt as the words slipped from her mouth.

  “Nick is dead.”

  Joe jerked back slightly, eyes widening a fraction. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry for your loss.”

  Unmoving, she stared at him. The surprise on his face seemed genuine enough. Could Joe Gallagher be the only person in Paradise, in Colorado for that matter, who didn’t know about the accident? The trial? Hadn’t it been splashed in every newspaper? The grandson of one of the founding families of Paradise Valley had been taken from this world far too soon.

  Apparently Joe didn’t know her life had been on hold for the last twenty-four months as she awaited the results of the jury trial.

  “You okay?” Joe asked when she didn’t answer.

  “Yes. Yes. Sorry.” Rebecca leaned against the Honda and massaged her arm. Glancing down, she realized what she was doing and stopped. “Long drive from Denver. I started out Friday afternoon. It was so late that I just slept in the car.”

  His eyes rounded. “You spent the night in your car? Why didn’t you drive to your mom’s house?”

  “No. That’s not what I meant. I didn’t spend the night in the car. Two hours. A nap.”

  Joe raised a brow.

  Rebecca shrugged. “There was a huge accident on I-25 outside the Springs, and then I ran into issues with the starter when I hit Alamosa.”

  “Why are you parked here?”

  She nodded to the sign on the gate. “I thought this was still the main entrance to the ranch. Until I saw the sign.”

  Joe grimaced as he, too, glanced at the sign.

  “Do not cross this pasture unless you can do it in nine seconds, because the bull can do it in ten. Please close the gate.”

  “That would be my mother’s handiwork.”

  “Why not put a padlock on the gate?”

  “It’s the ingress for emergency vehicles. If I put a padlock on it, then I have to remember where the key is.” He paused and looked at her, eyes narrowed. “Wait a minute. Why are you at Gallagher Ranch?”

  “Since I have to drive out here to see you anyhow, I thought I’d do a dry run. By the time I finally arrived, I was a little more tired than I realized.” She lifted a hand. “Thus the nap.”

  “Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.” When he suddenly straightened and raised a hand, the black horse behind him whinnied and stepped back several paces, causing the dogs to bark.

  Joe laid a comforting hand on the animal and silenced the dogs again. “Let’s start over here. Did you say you’re here to see me?”

  Rebecca glanced at her watch. “Yes. Our meeting is scheduled for Monday morning.”

  “Things have been pretty hectic around here, but I don’t forget appointments. And I’m even less likely to have forgotten an appointment with...”

  Rebecca swallowed when his words trailed off. What had he been about to say? With someone who had treated him so callously? The girl who dumped him.

  Joe pulled the glove off his right hand and then tugged the matching one off his left hand using his teeth, before taking out his phone. The skin tone silicone cover of the myoelectric prosthesis made his right hand appear nearly identical to his left. She couldn’t help assess that he really didn’t use the prosthesis, apparently utilizing the device simply as a placeholder.

  After fiddling with the phone for a moment, he paused and slowly met her gaze. Complete shock was reflected in his eyes. “Are you...”

  “I’m the therapist who’s been assigned to complete the certification for your prosthesis.”

  “You’re a therapist?”

  She nodded.

  “I thought they were sending someone from Denver. They told me it was someone who would help with those media people who are coming, as well.”

  His voice was edged with irritation, and Rebecca held her breath and stepped back from him.

  “They are. They did. I am.”

  Joe Gallagher’s face looked like he’d just been struck with a cattle prod.

  She crossed her arms and stated the obvious. “This is going to be a problem.”

  He took off his Stetson and then slapped it back on so that it rested at the back of his head, revealing more of his jet-black hair. She could clearly see that his moss-green eyes were troubled.

  “Joe?”

  “I guess it better not be, because the way I see things, I don’t have much choice. Do I?”

  “You tell me.” She looked him straight in the eye. “Is our history going to get in the way?”

  “History? Is that the politically correct term these days?” He offered a bitter chuckle.

  She studied him once again. His face was a mask, his gaze shuttered.

  “No, Becca,” he finally continued. “You don’t have to worry. Even this Colorado cowboy realizes that was a long time ago. We were kids. This is business. More important, the future of Gallagher Ranch depends on me completing the requirements of my contract with OrthoBorne. I cut a deal to pay off this fourteen-karat-gold myoelectric arm.” His eyes pinned her. “And I always keep my word.”

  Joe turned his head to glance out at the land, and she realized she’d been dismissed. The knowledge burned.

  “So Monday, then?” she asked quietly.

  “That’s fine. I’m past the main house. A bit farther up the road. Two-story log cabin.”

  She nodded.

  He turned to her. “When do your friends arrive?”

  “They aren’t my friends.” Rebecca bristled. “I don’t even know who was contracted for this job, except that there’s a videographer and a copywriter.”

  “When will they finish?”

  “That is wholly dependent upon you and the weather.”

  He offered a slow shake of his head that said her answer wasn’t nearly satisfactory enough. “What about certification? How long do you think that will take?”

  “Once again, everything depends on you. I don’t anticipate more than four weeks reviewing your ADLs.”

  He straightened, jaw tense, and his face was almost thunderous. “Four weeks! Four weeks? I have a ranch to run.”

  “Joe, that’s exactly why it will take that long. In fact, knowing how a ranch runs, I asked for extra time so our sessions don’t interfere with what you have to do at the ranch or with the media crew.”

  “And what’s an ADL?”

  “Activities of daily living.”

  He sucked in a breath but said nothing.

  “Look, that doesn’t mean we can’t get everything done earlier than scheduled. I’ll accompany you on your routine chores, schedule one-on-one sessions related to your ranch work. Then I’ll assist you to incorporate the prosth
esis into your daily life that isn’t ranch related.”

  “Can you still ride?”

  “What?” She shook her head, certain she’d heard the terse question incorrectly.

  “Ride. Do you ride?”

  Rebecca frowned. “I was born in a saddle, like you were. Cowgirls don’t forget how to ride.”

  The tension in Joe’s shoulders eased a bit. “That’ll help, because, no offense, Becca, but I plan to graduate way ahead of schedule.”

  “While it’s my job to treat you the same as all my clients, there is no doubt in my mind that you’ll beat all records getting this done. Then I’ll be gone, and you can go back to your life.”

  Rebecca looked up at him, standing tall and proud, profiled against the land. For a brief moment she imagined she saw a glimpse of something familiar from years ago and the closeness they once shared.

  That was crazy because yesterday was long gone. Once again Rebecca reminded herself that it was high time to start looking forward instead of behind.

  * * *

  “I’m sorry, Mrs. Simpson, but it’s no longer available.”

  “How can that be? I called before I left Denver to make sure everything was set.”

  Joe turned at the sound of Becca’s voice.

  He’d sidestepped the woman for twelve years, and now he managed to run into her twice in the space of a few hours?

  She stood on the sidewalk of downtown Paradise, and was obviously doing her best to get her point across to a wiry guy as they stood outside the real-estate office.

  How little the years had changed her. He’d been stunned to see her at the fence this morning. The years had tumbled back, and he realized with painful clarity that the tall, lean beauty who’d stolen his heart at sixteen apparently could still tie him in knots.

  The difference was that this time he had a strong rope anchored to his heart, holding down those once generous emotions of his. Only a fool gets burned twice.

  He’d made more than his share of mistakes in his life, and he liked to believe he’d learned from every single one of them. Joe glanced down at his prosthesis, remembering the farm accident that had taken his limb. He pushed the memory away and focused on the here and now.