A Cowboy in Manhattan(75)

The horse didn’t move at all.

“She’s all saddled up,” said Reed.

“I’m terrified,” Katrina confessed in a whisper.

“I’ll hold the lead rope. We’ll walk her in the round pen.”

“Inside the pen?” That would be easier.

“Until you’re ready to go out.”

Katrina screwed up her courage. She nodded. “Okay. But only inside the pen.” It had to be safe enough. Surely to goodness, Reed wouldn’t let her die before the wedding.

He kissed the top of her head. “Back here.” He moved. “Put your hand around the saddle horn.”

She reached up to grab the hard protrusion of leather.

“Foot up in the stirrup. I’m going to grab your butt.”

“You’re not allowed to enjoy this,” she warned.

“I’m allowed to enjoy it all I want. Let me know when you’re ready, and I’ll give you a boost.”

Katrina braced herself. “One, two, three.” She pulled and Reed lifted, and before she knew it, she was perched on top of North Star. The mare hadn’t moved a muscle.

“See how easy it is?”

Katrina adjusted her seat. “I’m awfully high up here.”

“Put your other foot in the stirrup. And relax. You’re not going anywhere.”

He released the lead rope from the hitching post, and the horse shifted under her. Katrina gave out a little whoop of surprise.

“Go with the motion,” Reed advised. “Don’t fight it. We both know you have good balance.”

Katrina tried to relax. Reed was right. She did have good balance. In that, she was ahead of the game.

He opened the gate to the round pen and led the horse inside. North Star’s gait was slow and smooth beneath Katrina. The horse’s barrel was warm against her legs. Its breathing was somehow soothing. And having Reed close by certainly helped.

He stopped North Star then moved back and released the reins that were looped around the saddle horn. He reached into the back pocket of his worn jeans and produced a pair of small, leather gloves.

“Put these on.”

The gloves were soft against Katrina’s hands, warm from Reed’s body.

He placed the reins across her palm, showing her how to hold them. Then he backed away, holding a long length of the lead rope while North Star started forward, moving in a big circle.

It took a few minutes for Katrina to realize she wasn’t afraid. A little while later, she felt as if she’d found her balance. And when Reed asked if he could take off the lead rope, she found herself agreeing.

He stayed in the middle of the round pen while North Star, who apparently knew the drill, paced around the perimeter with Katrina on her back.

“You’re doing great,” Reed told her.

She braved a look up from North Star’s back. She smiled at Reed, and he smiled back, strong, sexy and confident.

The sun was high in the sky above him, the snow-capped mountains rising behind, a knife edge against the crackling blue sky. Wildflowers fanned out in the field, and aspen leaves blew in a gentle breeze. Even the cattle looked bucolic grazing on the hillside, while robins, chickadees and bluebirds flitted from tree to tree.

Katrina’s heart lurched, and for the first time in her life, she felt at home in Lyndon Valley.

A pickup’s engine rumbled in the distance, growing closer. The truck pulled into the yard, and North Star glanced over her shoulder, but otherwise didn’t pay any attention to the interruption. A few moments later, Mandy and Caleb appeared and moved toward the fence.

Reed paced his way over to Katrina and North Star, stopping the horse with a hand signal and a low word.

“Probably don’t need an audience yet,” he told Katrina. Then he helped her down from North Star.

She was grateful for his understanding.

Reed took the mare, and she waded her way through the deep, loose dirt, back to the round-pen gate. Mandy opened it, beaming.

“You did it!” She laughed, pulling Katrina into her arms.

“I did it,” Katrina agreed happily.

Reed had been right. North Star was gentle as a kitten, but she felt proud anyway. She hadn’t been scared, and she hadn’t fallen off, and she was actually willing to try it again.

“Caleb and I have been talking,” said Mandy, linking arms as they started toward the house.

A stable hand took over North Star, and Reed and Caleb fell into step behind.