Cowboy Take Me Away

                     Chapter One

            Carson McKay ambled across the yard, his pace measured as he surveyed his western kingdom on the high plains of Wyoming. Everywhere he looked he saw proof that he’d poured a lifetime of blood and sweat into this ranching operation. His slow gait wasn’t due to taking time to smell the freshly mown hay, but mostly from his hip replacement surgery two months ago.

            According to his doctor, the years he’d spent in the saddle contributed to the problem.

            But the hours he’d spent on horseback defined him. To him the only thing better than a good horse was a good woman—although his wife would argue that point.

            Speak of the devil.

            Carson squinted at the image on the horizon moving closer. Since his doctor had ordered him not to ride for six months, his wife had taken over exercising his mare, Sheridan. Although Sheridan was getting up there in years, the old gal still had a spark of feistiness. But her attempts to show Carolyn who was boss had ended when Caro started carrying a riding crop. Just the threat of it kept Sheridan in line.

            He kept his gaze on the horse and rider burning up the pasture. As always, Carolyn was a sight to behold astride a horse. Despite the woman not being born to the saddle, she’d learned to ride after they’d married. She defined beauty and grace no matter what she did.

            And he was a lucky, lucky man.

            He raised his arm to greet her but she didn’t acknowledge him. That’s when he noticed Sheridan was tearing across the field at a full gallop like the hounds of hell nipped at her hooves.

            Why the hell wasn’t Caro reining her in? Carson shouted, “Pull back!” but they kept coming in hard and fast.

            Carolyn angled forward, desperately reaching for…?

            Shit. Looked like the bridle had broken and Carolyn had lost the reins. Sheridan’s Achilles heel was if she got spooked, she wouldn’t stop until she’d reached the safety of the barn.

            Just then Sheridan’s ass end skidded out and she came to an abrupt stop.

            Everything happened in slow motion.

            Somehow Carolyn managed to hang on…until Sheridan reared up, throwing Carolyn off with the force of a bucking horse. In a blink of an eye, Carolyn hit the ground.

            Despite the shooting pain in his hip, Carson started to run.

            The panicked voice in his head screamed, why the fuck wasn’t she moving? Even as logic dictated she’d probably gotten the wind knocked out of her.

            Carolyn hadn’t stirred by the time he’d reached the gate. Or by the time he’d closed it behind him.

            His silent plea, please let her be okay, please let her be okay, repeated on a continual loop until he got close enough to see that she wasn’t okay. Not at fucking all.

            Carson fell to his knees in the dirt beside her. In shock, he couldn’t do anything but stare.

            Her eyes were closed, her face was slack, her arms and legs were akimbo. At least her neck didn’t look broken.

            It wasn’t, was it? She was breathing, wasn’t she?

            Carolyn’s phantom voice, urging him to stop gawking and do something, prompted him to press his fingers into the side of her throat, checking for a pulse.

            Faint, but there.

            Thank God.

            He placed his hand on her chest. Shallow breaths, but he could feel her lungs laboring.

            “Caro? Sugar, can you hear me?”