One Texas Night

CHAPTER 12

Laurel watched for Rowdy until the rodeo started, but she never saw him. She wished she’d had time to explain why she’d told him not to sell the ranch. But how could she tell him that her father was planning to cheat him.

She also felt bad about running off with the banker. She’d panicked and decided the hotel lobby had not been the place or time to cause trouble. There would be enough fireworks Monday morning when her father and Filmore figured out that she was gone. Since they both thought she had little money, they would spend a day, maybe two looking around town for her. Finally, someone was bound to check at the station. Her father would probably send men to bring her back, but she’d be a train ride ahead of them, maybe more. Once she stepped off in a big city, they’d never find her. She could let Rowdy know where to send the rest of her money.

With Rowdy staying in town for a while, no one would suspect him of having anything to do with her disappearance. She knew he’d never tell anyone that he passed half the profit from the sale of the cattle to her.

She wasn’t brave enough to stand up to her father face-to-face. She never had been. The only way she could break free was to disappear completely.

The need to give Rowdy a good luck kiss weighed against the possibility of someone seeing them together. The kiss had always brought him luck, but if her father heard about it, he might look for her tonight or suspect Rowdy had something to do with her leaving. To keep him and their partnership safe, she had to be very careful. If that meant not seeing him until after the rodeo, then she could wait.

Her thoughts turned to what would happen when they were alone. It would be easy to tell her father she was riding home with her sisters, then tell her sisters she was going home early on horseback. Neither would check with the other. She would slip into the back of the hotel and Bonnie Lynn would, hopefully, have a room ready. She’d order supper and wait.

Laurel smiled. Women like her didn’t have lovers, but tonight, for one night, she would. For one night she’d be desired even if he couldn’t love her.

As the sun faded on the last night of the rodeo, Laurel couldn’t sit still in the wagon. She had to pace. In a few minutes the rodeo would be over. She knew win or lose her life had changed. She’d never marry Filmore. If Rowdy lost tonight, she’d still be leaving her father’s house, even if it took a little more planning.

For the first time she knew her own mind and would not live as a child any longer.

Something else had changed. She’d fallen hard for Rowdy. Not infatuation or a warm kind of cuddly loving feeling, but hard, fast, forever kind of love. For once in her life she’d found something—someone she couldn’t resist. If he didn’t feel the same, they’d walk away as friends tomorrow, but he’d never leave her heart. She’d have the memory of one night with him forever.

The first saddleback rider didn’t make the clock. Three more to ride. Every nerve in her body felt like it was jumping.

Laurel paced. Her father was so wrapped up in what he was doing he hadn’t even noticed the changes in her over the past few days. But others did. She saw one of the cowhands who always followed after her sisters studying her as if seeing her for the first time. A stranger had smiled at her. One of the store clerks had gone out of his way to hold a door open for her. She almost felt like “been kissed” was written on her face. Maybe it was, her lips were swollen slightly from Rowdy’s kisses and her cheeks burned each time she remembered the way he touched her.

She laughed suddenly, thinking that after tonight Filmore wouldn’t want her anyway. She wouldn’t be a virgin. She might spend the rest of her life a very proper old maid, but tonight she’d make a memory. One night with the man she loved was worth more than a lifetime of nights with one she could never give her heart to.

The second rider stayed on, but his horse looked half asleep. The mounts didn’t seem as wild and fresh as they had the first night. No one had come close to Rowdy’s saddle bronc ride the first night, but the scores for bareback riding were high.

She turned and watched as Rowdy came out of the shoot riding the one horse she’d thought no one would attempt. The animal bucked wildly as if in a death fight. Now Rowdy had no saddle to hang on to. She counted the seconds in her mind. One, two, three.

As she watched him being jerked back and forth she realized he was doing this for her. If she’d stayed out of it, he would have won one event and gone home a winner like Dan had. He wouldn’t have put his body through four nights of torture. Her father’s men wouldn’t have beaten him.

He couldn’t say he loved her, but he’d done this for her. He’d risked dying for her.

The crowd began to scream and she realized she’d lost count of the seconds. A moment after she heard a man yell time, Rowdy flew through the air and hit the ground hard. His whole body crumbled as if every bone and muscle liquefied.

Laurel thought of nothing but him. She jumped over the barrier and ran across the field. A rodeo clown and one of the stock cowboys tried to stop her, but she shoved them aside. By the time they had the horse pulled away, she was kneeling at Rowdy’s head, tears streaming down her face.

“Rowdy. Dear God, don’t let him die! Rowdy.” Her hand trembled as she brushed his dark hair aside. “Please don’t die on me,” she whispered. “Please.”

He twisted slightly and rolled to one knee. “You praying over me again, Laurel?”

He’d scared her so badly, anger flashed along with relief. She swung at him, hitting him on the arm.

He stood slowly as if testing bones. Once standing, he offered her a hand. “How about waiting until I find out if I won before you kill me.”

She realized everyone in town was watching them. Cheering as he stood. Seeing her cry.

Dan, near the judges’ table, gave Rowdy a thumbs-up.

“We won,” he whispered. “We won.” The joy she’d expected was missing from his tone. “You’ll get your money.”

She couldn’t look up to see what was wrong with him. She’d never made a public scene in her life and she just made one in front of everyone.

When he turned to wave at the crowd, she bolted toward the side of the arena, wishing she could just disappear into the crowd. Trying to think of some way to explain away what she’d done, she moved toward the surrey. Her father looked furious and Filmore, beside him, had turned purple with anger.

“What in the hell were you doing!” Half the crowd heard her father yell when he spotted her coming toward him.

“I thought he was hurt,” Laurel yelled. No one seemed to hear her.

He waited until she was five feet away before saying in his low, demeaning tone. “That was not proper behavior, Laurel. I’ll be having a few words with you when we get home. I’ll not tolerate such a show.”

She could hear her sisters laughing and joking.

Laurel realized there would be no controlling the damage she’d done. But, for one moment, Rowdy was all she thought about, not the crowds or her father or the consequences of her action. She could bare her father’s anger. She could ignore Filmore. But Rowdy’s hard words echoed in her brain.

The crowd was still cheering. Laurel glanced toward the arena, hoping to catch sight of Rowdy. It wasn’t hard. He was riding straight toward her at full gallop.

Everyone took a step back when Cinnamon pushed the barrier trying to stop. Laurel stood her ground, letting the horse’s powerful shoulder brush against her.

Rowdy didn’t look like he saw another person around but her. “I have to know,” he said quick and angry. “Are you still my partner or was this all a game?”

She couldn’t breathe. She saw hurt and confusion in his dark eyes.

Her father moved toward her, shoving people out of his way.

“I’m still your partner,” she answered and lifted her chin.

Rowdy slid his boot out of the stirrup and offered his hand. “Then take the victory ride with me.”

She gripped his fingers and stepped into the saddle as he shoved back to make room. A moment later, his arms were around her holding tight.

As her father’s hand went out to grab her leg, Rowdy kicked Cinnamon into action. They shot out into the arena.

Laurel closed her eyes and leaned into his warmth. Nothing mattered but him, not the rodeo or the crowds or even her father. Only Rowdy.

As they circled, she whispered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make a scene.”

“That doesn’t matter, but it took me a minute to figure out what you’d done. How unlike my shy Laurel to run to me.” His fingers circled her waist. “God, I missed the feel of you all day, darling.”

Everyone waved and yelled as they rounded the arena, but she didn’t care. Rowdy and she had their own private world.

“Stop calling me darling,” she said, laughing.

“Why, because you don’t love me?”

“No, because you don’t love me.”

“You’re wrong there, I do love you. I think I have since the sixth grade. I just didn’t know it until that horse knocked the brains out of me.”

Dan opened the side gate and Rowdy shot out of it away from the crowds and into the night. He rode for a while until the noise of town was only a whisper behind them, then he slowed.

She relaxed against him trying to let herself believe she’d just heard him say he loved her.

“It took me awhile to figure out why you told me not to sell and why it was so important you acted like I wasn’t in the room with you. I spent most of the day mad because you walked away, but then it hit me and you’re right.”

She started to ask about what, but he twisted her chin and kissed her hard.

“That wasn’t my best,” he said as he straightened. “But I’ll work on it later.”

She laughed and he kissed her again.

When he backed an inch away, he whispered against her cheek, “You do love me?”

“Yes.” She smiled, watching the last hint of doubt disappear from his eyes.

“Good, then we go with your plan, but you got to promise never to call me dear.”

“My plan? What plan?”

He nodded. “I keep the ranch and we don’t sell the cattle. In a year we’ll have a great place and who cares if no one in town will talk to us. Between the work and the nights together we won’t notice.”

“We’ll be partners?” she said.

He smiled. “We’ll be a lot more than that, darling.”





Afterword

Rowdy Darnell and Laurel Hayes were married the last night of the 1890 Kasota Springs Rodeo. Within five years the RL Ranch became one of the most profitable spreads in West Texas.

They had three sons and a daughter.

In 1912, Laurel Darnell was elected mayor of Kasota Springs.

Rowdy never rode in another rodeo, but folks talked about his rides for years.

Rowdy and Laurel’s partnership lasted fifty-seven years, until she died of a heart attack. Her headstone read, “Beloved wife, mother and partner.”

Rowdy didn’t mourn her death as his father had mourned his mother. Instead, he passed the ranch along to his children and spent the next two years teaching his eleven grandchildren to ride.

Two years to the day Laurel had died, he passed away in his sleep.

The children were surprised when they learned he’d already ordered his headstone. It was placed next to Laurel’s in a small cemetery on their ranch.

His stone read, “Keep praying for me, darling, I’ll be there by supper.”