the opening day of the rodeo. He settled in, gave a sideways glance at Montana, who was particularly intent on everything Lacy and Norma Sue were saying. Luke hadn’t known they were having so many vendors coming in. The dunking booth, pie throwing, cow chip toss, three legged race; the list went on and on. He also didn’t know a small carnival was coming to town and setting up in one of the pastures.
“A carnival is coming?” Montana asked, perking up in her seat.
“Yes! Isn’t it exciting?” Lacy said. “I wanted to tell everyone today as a surprise. I just found out this morning. It’s not a big outfit. Just a few rides.”
“I hope there’s a Ferris wheel,” Esther Mae said. “I just love those things.”
“Yes, that’s one of the rides, and then there’s one of those octopus rides.”
Esther Mae gasped. “I love that, too. This is going to be sooo much fun.”
Montana nodded and he caught her lips twitch. He decided then and there that he was riding the rides with her. That might be a bigger challenge than getting her to go out to dinner with him.
Meanwhile, Montana kept ignoring him, no matter that he sat just two feet away from her.
Frustrated more than he liked to admit, he got up, made his goodbyes to all the ladies and headed down to pick up some supplies at Pete’s Feed and Seed. He was walking back to his truck a little while later when Montana drove past him in one of the Matlock Ranch trucks. She didn’t even glance his way.
He almost followed her. After all, he needed to stop by Clint’s, and it might as well be now. He finally talked sense into himself and turned his truck toward his place instead. What was wrong with him?
Montana didn’t think very highly of him. Following her around certainly wouldn’t help matters. Her opinion of him wasn’t looking any brighter than Erica’s. But truth be told, Montana’s opinion had him lying awake long after he’d fed his horses and Rover, his lab.
Yup, Montana Brown had him stumped, and he wasn’t at all sure what he was going to do about it.
Chapter Five
On Sunday, Montana let her hair hang loose, put on a red dress and went to church with Lacy. It was quite an experience as she entered the quaint, white wooden church with the tall steeple.
Chance Turner was the pastor of the Mule Hollow Church of Faith, and she’d met him briefly at the barbecue. He was around thirty, handsome and a total cowboy. Instead of a suit, he wore starched jeans, Western belt, starched shirt and cowboy boots. When he greeted her outside, he had on a cream-colored Stetson that he wore low over his eyes. It looked completely at home on his head, as did the rest of the Western attire he wore. She wondered what he would say if she told him about the anger that was rolling around in her gut. The anger toward her father that she couldn’t seem to shake. He seemed like he would offer some good advice. As she was leaving the service, the need to talk to someone tugged at her.
She hesitated as she shook hands with him. “It was a great sermon,” was all she could bring herself to say.
“Yes, it was,” Lacy agreed. “Chance always has a way of looking into hearts and touching on things we need to hear. I’m going to run and get Tate from the nursery. I’ll be right back.”
She saw a flicker in the pastor’s eyes when he looked back at her, as if he knew something was going on in her head—or her heart. Did he realize that she was fighting a war inside?
“I’m glad you enjoyed the service,” he said, his smile fading to a more serious one. “Is there anything I can do for you, Montana?”
Her stomach went bottomless. “N … no. I’m fine.” Liar, liar pants on fire—the childhood chant rang in her ears.
His eyes narrowed slightly, digging, as if he’d heard through her denial. He smiled encouragingly. “I’m sure you are. But if you change your mind, I’m easy to find and I’m always ready to listen.”
“Thank you, Pastor Turner.”
“We’re pretty laid-back here. Call me Chance. Did you get to meet my wife, Lynn?”
“I did, and your boys, too.”
He smiled. “You have to watch out for those two.”
“They’re boys. It was nice to meet you.” She turned to leave.
“Remember, if you need to talk, the door is always open. Lynn helps out up here, too, and she’s here if you wanted to talk to her.”
“I’ll remember that. Bye.” She couldn’t get away quick enough. Her heart was reeling with the heaviness and confusion she was carrying inside of it. What to do?
She was almost running to find Lacy as she rounded the corner, getting away from Chance’s knowing gaze. She very nearly ran over Luke in the process.
“Whoa! You running barrels without your horse?” he asked, dodging her, jumping off the sidewalk.
“Um, yes. I mean no.” There was nowhere for her to go, though she would have liked to avoid the cowboy. Small towns made avoiding a person hard. But it really didn’t matter, she told herself. After all, she’d made her position on dating clear. She hadn’t seen him during the service, though she’d been looking around for him—there was no denying that she’d been looking for his handsome face in the crowd.
“You look like you’re in a hurry. Is everything all right?”
“Yes. I was going to look for Lacy and then head out. I’m planning on riding this afternoon.” Why was she explaining herself? What was it about the man that made her so defensive. Then again, maybe it was the entire morning that made her defensive. Attending church when she’d rather have stayed home and ridden Murdock around endless barrels.
“You have a good day, then,” he said, and headed for the parking lot.
She watched him go, startled that he hadn’t tried to talk longer.
Startled more because she wished he had… .
Luke went straight home after church. His younger brother, Jess, was arriving with a new load of cattle from Fort Worth. It was a good excuse to keep him from thinking about how pretty Montana had looked that morning. She’d had on a red dress that looked great on her—but he thought she’d look fantastic in anything. What was it about the woman that had his head spinning?
Jess pulled into the lot about the time it took Luke to change clothes and get to the stock pens. He watched his brother back the big bull wagon cattle trailer up to the chute—bumping the chute in one try. Luke smiled every time he watched Jess do it, remembering the first time his little brother had made it without having to pull forward and back the big trailer up to the chute a second or third time.
Taller and leaner than Luke, Jess stood at about six-four. Luke and Colt had always called him “the little big brother,” because he surpassed them in height before they’d reached high school. Colt was smaller, more compact at five-ten, and built like the bull rider he was. All three brothers were close because they’d banded together in defense of their drunken father’s treatment. Watching Jess climb
