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“It’s our turn to swing.”

Cougar tugged on her hand.

She saw the wide plank seat on the huge, dark, hulking tree and realized what kind of swinging he had in mind.

He caught her at the waist with a long shepherd’s crook of an arm. “Come sit on my lap and let’s ride double. This is a two-passenger swing. They don’t make ‘em like this anymore.”

She took a rope in each hand, kicked off her shoes and lowered herself onto his lap.

He took his hat off and tossed it in the grass, pushed off the ground with his booted feet just as she stretched her legs out behind his back. They were flying low, chasing evening shadows with bright smiles.

She leaned back on the upswing. “This is crazy!” His first kiss came mid-fight…

Dear Reader,

Nothing stirs this air force brat quite like a marching band and a formation of men and women in uniform parading before me. Military service goes way back on my side of the family, and many of my forebears rest at Arlington National Cemetery. And I married a man in uniform. My husband shipped out thirty days after our wedding. His people, the Lakota Sioux, have, like most American Indians, proudly served in the US military in great numbers for well over a hundred years.

Cougar—”just Cougar”—is such a man. He’s served gallantly, and he has the scars to prove it. He carries most of them on the inside. Little does he know that he wears his heart on his sleeve, where it’s easily stolen by a boy with special needs and a woman with love to give.

Once again, those magnificent wild horses from the Double D Sanctuary have a way of bringing people together.

All my best,

Kathleen Eagle

About the Author

KATHLEEN EAGLE published her first book, a Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Award winner, with Mills & Boon in 1984. Since then, she has published more than forty books, including historical and contemporary, series and single titles, earning her nearly every award in the industry. Her books have consistently appeared on regional and national bestseller lists, including the USA TODAY list and the New York Times extended bestseller list.

Kathleen lives in Minnesota with her husband, who is Lakota Sioux. They have three grown children and three lively grandchildren.

One Brave
Cowboy
Kathleen Eagle

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Remembering Daddy

Honoring the American soldier

Chapter One

The driver of the black pickup was himself driven, fixed on the hulking two-story white house at the end of the road. It was an old house in need of a coat of paint with a brand new, freshly painted sign affixed to the porch railing.

Office

Double D Wild Horse Sanctuary

It was the kind of incongruence that automatically drew his eye and raised the hackles he’d been working hard to tame. He was back in the States, for God’s sake. South Dakota. Land of the granite chiefs and home of the original braves. Just because something was a little off in a place that seemed too quiet didn’t mean Cougar needed to crouch and prepare to pounce. He was there on a tip from a fellow soldier. About the only people he trusted these days were guys he’d served with, and Sergeant Mary Tutan was one of the most standup “guys” he knew.

She couldn’t pull rank on him anymore, but she’d tracked him down, got him on the phone and talked like she could. Get your ass in gear, soldier! Go check out the wild horse training competition my friend Sally Drexler is running. It’s just what the VA docs ordered. She’d corrected herself—Sally Night Horse—and explained that Sally had married an Indian guy. Did he know Hank Night Horse? How about Logan Wolf Track?

As if Indian country was that damn small.

Cougar wasn’t interested in the sergeant’s social life, but the mention of horses got his attention. Training competition and cash prize sounded pretty attractive, too. He’d been away from horses too long. The one he could see loping across the pasture a good half mile away made him smile. Nice bay with a big spotted colt in tow. He could almost smell their earthy sweat on the hot South Dakota wind blowing through the pickup cab.

His nose welcomed horse sweat, buffalo grass and the clay dust kicked up by the oversize tires on his “tricked out” ride, compliments of his brother, Eddie. He could have done without the tires. Could have done without any of the surprises he’d come home to, but he didn’t want to do without his brother, and Eddie would have pouted indefinitely if Cougar had said anything about how many miles his brother had racked up on the vehicle in Cougar’s absence.

The house looked pretty quiet for the “headquarters” of what was billed as the biggest privately maintained wild animal reserve in the Dakotas. Cougar didn’t care how big it was as long as it was legitimate. He’d been down too many dead-end roads lately. The end of this one seemed pretty dead as far as human activity was concerned, but one by one the horses were silently materializing, rising from the ebb and flow of tall grass. They kept their distance, but they were watchful, aware of everything that moved.

As was Cougar. His instinct for self-preservation wasn’t quite as sharp as the horses’, but it surpassed that of any man, woman or…

… child.

Cougar hit the brake. He saw nothing, heard nothing, but eyes and ears were limited. Cougar knew things. Men and women were on their own, but kids were like foals. Always vulnerable. They gave off signals, and Cougar was a gut-level receptor. Which was a damn good thing. If it hadn’t been for his gut, he would have done nothing.

And if it hadn’t been for the red baseball cap, he would have thought he was going crazy again, and he might have slid his boot back over the accelerator. But the red cap saved both kid and driver.

And the goat.

Cougar’s pulse pounded behind his staring eyeballs. The goat took off, and a small hand stretched out, barely visible beyond a desert camo armored fender.

Don’t stop for anything, sergeant. That kid’s coming for us. You slow down, he takes us out. Do. Not. Stop.

Cougar closed his eyes, took a breath, shifted into reverse as he took a look back, gunned the engine, and nearly jackknifed his trailer. When he turned, there was no goat. He saw a light-haired kid in blue jeans, stretched out on his belly. He saw the front end of his black pickup. He saw a red and white barn, sparsely graveled road and South Dakota sod. He secured the pickup and threw the door open simultaneously. His boots hit the ground just as the kid pushed himself up on hands and knees. He looked up at Cougar, eyes filled with terror, but no tears.

And he was up. Thank you, Jesus.

Cougar’s shadow fell across the boy like a blanket dropped from a top bunk. His own knees wouldn’t bend. “You okay?”

The boy stared at him.

“I didn’t see you,” Cougar said, willing the boy to stand on his own, to be able to get up all the way. “Are you hurt?”

The boy stretched out his arm, pointed across the road and smiled. Cougar swung his head around and saw a gray cat.

“Was that it?” He looked down at the boy. “A damn cat? For a second I thought I’d…” His legs went jittery on him, and his knee cracked as he squatted, butt to boot heels. “Jesus,” he whispered as he braced his elbow on his knees and dropped his head into his hand. His heart was battering his ribs. He couldn’t bring himself to look the kid in the eye quite yet. Might scare him worse. Might scare them both worse.

A small hand lit like a little bird on his shoulder. He twitched beneath it, but he held himself together. He saw the red cap out of the corner of his eye, felt the wind lift his hair, smelled the grass, heard the pickup purring at his back. His own vehicle, not the Army’s. He held on to the here and now, lifted his head and gave the boy a quick once-over, every part of him but his eyes. He couldn’t trust himself to look the boy in the eye. He wasn’t strong enough yet.

“That was close, wasn’t it? Scared the… livin’…”

Not a word from the boy.

Cougar took the risk of patting the hand on his shoulder. It was okay. His hand was steady. “But you’re all right, huh? No harm done?”

No response. Kid was either scared speechless, or he was deaf.

Or blind. One eye, anyway. The other eye didn’t move. Cougar looked him up and down again, but the only sign of blood was a skinned knee peeking through a stained hole in his jeans.

Wordlessly the boy turned tail and sped away like a fish running up against a glass wall. Cougar stood slowly, pushing off on his thighs with less than steady hands, lifting his gaze from the soles of the boy’s pumping tennis shoes, down the road to the finish line.

The barn’s side door flew open, and there was Mama. She was all sound and flurry. “Mark!”

Get set, go! Cougar heard within his head, where his pounding pulse kept pace with retreating feet. He got back into his pickup and let the tires crawl the rest of the way, passing up the house for the barn, where the woman—small, slight, certainly pretty and pretty certainly upset—would be somebody to talk to. The options—all but one—weren’t exactly jumping out at him.

He parked, drew a long, deep breath on the reminder that he hadn’t killed anybody today and then blew it out slowly, again thanking any higher power that might be listening. The doc’s slow, deep breathing trick seemed to be working.

“Is the boy all right?” Cougar called out as he flung the pickup door shut.

The woman held the boy’s face in her hands, checking for damage. Cougar watched her long, lush ponytail bob and weave as she fussed over her charge. It swung shoulder to shoulder as she turned big, bright, beautiful brown eyes on Cougar. “What happened?”

For the sake of those wondrous eyes he wished he had an answer. “Whatever he told you.” He took a step, testing his welcome. “I’m still not sure.”

“He hasn’t told me anything. He doesn’t speak.”

Cougar looked down at the boy, who appeared to be taking his measure. “So you weren’t holding out on me. But you took off before I got around to saying I’m…” He offered his hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.”

“What happened?” the woman insisted.

“I’d say he came out of nowhere, but that would sound like an excuse. All I know is that I slammed on the brakes, and…” He shook his head. “Then I saw his cap, then a hand and I thought I’d, uh… hit—” he glanced at the boy, and his stomach knotted “—somebody.”

“You stopped before you saw anything?”

“Yeah. Well, I…” He owed it to her straight, just the way he remembered it. “I had a feeling. It’s hard to explain. I guess I was admiring the scenery.” He adjusted his new brown Stetson, stirred some gravel beneath his shifting boots. “I didn’t see him. Didn’t hit the horn, nothing.”

“I was just getting some…” She gestured toward the door she’d left open. “Oh, God, I wasn’t paying attention. I let him slip…” She gave her head a quick shake. “I slipped. For a minute. More than a minute.” She pulled the boy’s head to her body. The top of it fit nicely between her breasts. He gave her a quick hug and then ducked under her arms and backed away, leaving her empty arms still reaching for him. “Oh, Markie-B, I thought you were playing with the kittens.”

“I guess the mama got away. He was chasing her.” Cougar’s gaze connected with the boy’s. “Right, Mark? You were just trying to bring Mama Cat back to her babies.”

“Was it close?” the woman asked, almost inaudibly.

“He must’ve tripped. He was face-in-the-dirt. Blew the knee out of his jeans.” He turned to the woman. “He can’t hear, either?”

She shook her head. “As far as we know.”

“Don’t they have tests for that?” You just crossed the line, Cougar.

“Yes, of course. Tests. All kinds of tests.” She offered him her hand. “I’m Celia Banyon. My son, Mark, is a mystery. We really don’t know what’s going on.”

“Yeah, it was close.” Either the truth or her touch made him weaken inside. He glanced away. “Really close.”

“I’m… He looks…” She cleared her throat, stepped back, and her hand slid away. “Are you here to see Sally?”

That’s right. He was on a mission that had nothing to do with a stray kid.

“I’m here about the training contest. The name’s Cougar.”

“First? Last?”

“Always.” She gave him a puzzled look, and he took a shot at smiling. “Just Cougar. One name is enough.” He glanced at the house. “Is she here?”

“Nope, it’s just me and Mark holding down the fort today. Everyone else is either out in the field or taking care of business. You’re a trainer?”

“I’ve trained my own horses, yeah. I heard about this wild horse contest from a friend, so I thought I’d have a look for myself, see if I can qualify.”

“Mustang Sally’s Wild Horse Makeover Competition. I’m not actually involved. We’re volunteers with the sanctuary. Aren’t we, Mark?” She touched the boy’s shoulder, and he looked up at her. “We help Sally with the horses, don’t we?” Then turning her attention back to Cougar, she shaded her eyes with her hand. “Sally and her husband had an appointment. Everyone else is working. I could get you an information packet from the office.” She glanced at the boy. “We need to go in and take care of your knee anyway, don’t we?”

Mark was staring at Cougar, who felt obliged to honor the eye contact since the boy seemed to be a few senses short of a full house.

“Where was he?” Celia asked. “He couldn’t’ve been far away. Right? He was right here with me, and then…”

“He’s pretty quick on his feet.”

“I know.” She sighed. “Boy, do I know.”

“I’ll come back later.” Cougar stepped back, giving the woman plenty of space for worries that were no longer his business. The boy was unharmed.

“If you’d like to leave Sally your number…”

“I’ll call her later. Think I’ll head back over to Sinte and hang out for a while.”

“I’ll let Sally know.” When he stepped back, she quickly added, “Where are you from?”

“Wyoming. Wind River country.”

“Did you make a special trip?”

“Up until I met up with Mark it was pretty ordinary.”

“I meant…” She reconsidered, and then she nodded, reached for the boy and drew him under her wing. “Next time…”

“Yeah.” He gave a wink when he caught Mark’s eye. “We’ll be careful. We’ll watch out for each other.”

Down the road, Cougar ran across the gray cat. She was sitting exactly where he’d last seen her, as though she was waiting to be picked up. He stopped and did exactly that. The cat didn’t object, not even when he slid his hand around her belly. He could feel her swollen teats. The gooseneck trailer he was towing complicated his U-turn, but he wasn’t about to back down the road. He knew a thing or two about blind spots.

Celia appeared in the doorway, shaded her eyes and watched him warily. Probably thought he’d been casing the place and come back to cause mayhem. Couldn’t blame her.

“I found the cat,” he called out as he alighted, holding the animal to his chest. “Thought it might be a comfort.”

“Thank you.” She didn’t reach for the cat, and he didn’t offer it. She looked a little ashen. Delayed shock, maybe. They just looked at each other while he stood there like an overgrown kid, rubbing the cat behind her ears.

“She would have come back,” Celia said as she led the way into the barn.

The cat started purring. He liked the feel of it. “I’m like the boy. Don’t want her getting too far away from her litter.”

“Mark’s playing with them. I don’t think he realizes. I haven’t done a good job of impressing it on him that he has to… he can’t just…”

Cougar squatted beside the boy and released the cat into the newspaper-lined box, to the delight of her squirming, mewling kittens.

“Oh, look how welcome Mama is,” Celia said.

Cougar watched the kittens latch on to Mama for lunch. Mark was busy making sure all seven were hooked up. He didn’t seem to realize that disaster had zoomed in so close that its sickening taste still filled Cougar’s mouth. Maybe the boy had already filed the lesson away, and it would serve him down the road. Cougar wished he could do the same—a wish he probably shared with the kid’s mom. He turned, looking for confirmation, a little eye contact with her big, magnetic brown eyes, but she wasn’t there anymore. Not the hovering kind, apparently.

But how did she know Cougar wasn’t some kind of a whack job? She’d already told him he had the two of them pretty much all to himself. He’d drop a word of caution if he were the interfering kind of a…

He heard soft mewling—the human variety—coming though an open door to a dark room. He assured himself that the boy was thoroughly occupied before he stepped close to the door.

“Celia?” Her name rolled off his tongue as though he’d been saying it for years.

She drew a hiccough-y breath. “I’m… okay.”

She’s okay. Walk away.

“Doesn’t sound like it.”

“I just don’t want him to see me,” she whispered desperately.

Cougar stepped through the door. It was a tack room, and the woman stood tucked among the bridles. Small and slim as she was, she might have been one of them.

“How close was it, really?” she asked, her voice reedy.

“Close.”

“You couldn’t see him, but you stopped?”

“That’s right.” He didn’t quite know what to do with himself now that he’d crossed his own line. He’d just met the woman, and he felt like he was looking at her naked. He took a leather headstall in hand and hung on, steadying himself for a bumpy ride. “Some people have eyes in the back of their head. I have something inside my head. It picks up where the eyes and ears leave off. Sometimes. Not… not always.”

“Whatever it is, I need some.”

He gave a dry chuckle. “It doesn’t always turn out this good.”

“It did this time. Mark’s in his own world, and I’m on the outside, trying to look in. I blink, and he gets away from me.” She drew a quavering breath. “But he’s not hurt. What am I blubbering about?”

“I’ve still got the shakes, too. We know what could have happened. Mark doesn’t, so he doesn’t need to worry too much right now. We can do that for him.”

“He does know what could have happened. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows better than we do.” She swallowed so loudly Cougar could taste her tears. “He had a terrible accident. Lost an eye.”

“Car accident?”

“No. It happened…” She shut herself down. He had all the details he was getting right now. “This isn’t the first time I blinked.”

“Won’t be the last. You got another pair of eyes in your family?”

“Mark’s father and I are divorced.” She paused, shifting gears. “I want what you have. A mother’s instincts aren’t enough with a child like Mark.”

“Ordinarily I’d say take mine, but I’m glad I had it goin’ on today.”

“Me, too.” She took a swipe at each eye with the back of her wrist as she emerged from her little harbor. “Just Cougar?”

“It’s all I need. Pretty big name.”

“It’s a great name.” He took half a step back as she edged past him. A singular moment had passed. “You know, the winner of the training contest gets twenty thousand dollars.”

“Yeah, that’s what Sergeant Tutan said.” He followed her through the tack room door. “Mary Tutan. She’s the one who told me about the competition.”

“Oh, yes, Mary,” she said, her voice brightening. “She just got married.”

“I stopped in and met her husband before I came here. She’s…”

“… back in Texas.”

“Says she’s put in for discharge. Kinda surprised me.” Seeing the boy with the kittens made him smile. “Sergeant Tutan had lifer written all over her. She’s a damn good soldier. Uncle Sam will miss her, but she’s served well.”

She took his measure with a look. “You, too?”

“I’ve been out for two months now. Officially.” Which was like saying her son had had an accident. There was a lot more to it, but nobody wanted to go there. “Tell Sally I’ll be at Logan’s place. I’ll check back in with her.” He reached down and touched Mark’s shoulder. “You’ve got a nice family there.” The boy offered up a little calico. Cougar rubbed the top of its head with his forefinger and nodded. “They’re too young to leave their mama.”

“Maybe we’ll see you when you come back for your horse,” Celia said. “You’ll get to choose.”

“If Mark’s around, maybe he could help me with that.” He still had the boy’s attention, maybe even some awareness of what he was saying. Cougar felt some connection. Close calls could have that effect. He’d experienced enough of them to know that. “I’ll bet you know the mustangs around here pretty well. I could use your advice.”

“He’d like that,” Celia said. “Thank you. I…” She laid her hand on his arm. Against his will he turned, took her eyes up on their offer of a clear view into her heart. “Thank you.”

He couldn’t wait to get out the door. He couldn’t handle that kind of gratitude. It wasn’t about anything he’d done. It was about not doing the unthinkable. At best it was about an accident that hadn’t happened, and he needed to put some distance between his image of what might have been and the faces in the image.

At the same time he wanted to hang around, which was pretty damned surprising. And it was about as uncomfortable as a new pair of boots.

Logan Wolf Track lived in a log house just outside the town of Sinte, where he served as a tribal councilman for his Lakota people. Cougar’s mother had been Lakota, but he was enrolled with the Shoshone, his father’s people. Cougar hadn’t met Logan until he’d knocked on the Wolf Track door the previous night. Sergeant Mary Tutan Wolf Track was the person they had in common. A white woman, strangely enough.

Or maybe it wasn’t that strange. Indian country was more open these days than ever before, what with the casinos and educational programs that opened up opportunities for people on both sides of what had long been an unchallenged fence. But before these changes and beyond Indian country, there had been the military. Cougar’s people had been serving in ever-increasing numbers for generations.

Cougar had been an army police officer—an MP—and Mary had been a dog handler. She’d served as a trainer—most recently in Afghanistan—and as far as Cougar was concerned she was the best trainer in uniform. She’d paid him a visit in the hospital in Kandahar, and she’d written to him after he was transferred stateside. More recently, they’d spoken by phone. Their mutual interest in training animals had given her something cheerful to talk about, and when Mary had talked up the wild horse training competition, she had his full attention. She’d planted an idea that had pulled him out of the seclusion he’d sought after his release from a VA hospital.

Cougar was glad to see Logan’s pickup parked in his driveway. It wasn’t home—Cougar towed his house around with him these days—but Logan Wolf Track was the kind of guy who made you feel at home. Fellow Indian, fellow cowboy, husband of a fellow soldier. Logan opened the door before Cougar’s knuckles hit the wood.

“Did you get signed up?” Logan asked as he handed Cougar a welcoming cup of coffee.

“Not yet.” Cougar settled in the kitchen chair Logan offered with a gesture. “The boss was out.”

“Nobody around?” He said it like such a thing never happened.

“There was a woman. A volunteer, she said. And her kid.” Cougar took a sip of kick-ass and cut-to-the-chase coffee. He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. “I almost ran over the kid.”

Logan let the quiet take over, leaving Cougar to take his time, sort though the images. They were jumpy, like an old silent movie, until he came to the woman. Her face was clear in his mind, and her voice poured over the images like slow dance music.

“He’s okay,” Cougar said. “Came out of nowhere, but I hit the brakes in time. Scared the hell out of me, and I think I scared the hell out of his mom. The kid…” He shook his head. “Hell, he didn’t seem to notice. Can’t talk, can’t hear and he’s half blind. I didn’t see him.” Another sip of coffee fortified him. “Damn, that was close.”

Logan put a plate of frybread on the table and took a seat across from his guest. “Your pickup sits up pretty high.”

Cougar nodded. “I gotta get rid of those monster tires. My little brother had the truck while I was gone, and he thought he was doing me a favor tricking it out like that. Coming home present, you know?”

“How do they ride?”

“Like saddling up a plow horse. Somehow I gotta tell Eddie the monster truck days are behind me.”

“That’s hard. A gift is a gift.”

“And the monster truck was a kid’s dream.” Cougar lifted his cup. “Good coffee. Tastes like Green Beans. Honor first, coffee second,” he recited, paying tribute to one of the few things he missed about being deployed in the Middle East.

Logan smiled. “You and Mary were in the same outfit?”

“No, but she worked pretty closely with us. She’s a real specialist. I’m the guy nobody invites to the party.”

“But when the party turns ugly, it’s the guy with MP on his sleeve who kicks ass in a good way.”

“That’s what we’re all about. I’ve kicked a lot of ass.” He helped himself to a piece of frybread. “You’ve been over there?”

“Gulf War.” Logan claimed a piece of frybread and tore it in half. “I was a kid when I went over there. Came back desperate to find some kind of normal. I found myself a hot woman and married up. She cooled off real fast. Took off and left me with her two boys. Who became my two boys.” He took a bite out of the chewy deep-fried bread. “Did Mary tell you we’re gonna have a baby?”

“Already?”

“Hell, yeah. You know what else? Normal’s the name of a town somewhere. Who needs Normal when you’ve got Sinte, South Dakota? Or… Wyoming, right? Where in Wyoming? You probably—”

“I probably didn’t say. Right now it’s wherever I park my outfit.” He nodded toward the front door. “Room to haul two horses and sleep two people.”

“What else does a guy need?” Logan asked with a grin.

“Not much.” Cougar gazed out the patio door and past the deck toward Logan’s corrals and pole barn. It wasn’t a fancy setup, but it was trim and orderly. “My brother and I have some land west of Fort Washakie. We own a quarter section, and we leased some grazing land, but he gave up the lease while I was gone.” He lifted a shoulder. “Can’t blame him. I was gone.”

“Were you running cattle?”

“I had horses. Eddie had to sell them.” But that wasn’t what he wanted to think about right now. He turned back to his new friend. “You know the people over at the Double D pretty well?”

“I know Sally. She and Mary have been friends a long time. Hell of a woman, that Sally Night Horse. She has multiple sclerosis, but she doesn’t let it slow her down much.” Logan offered a knowing look. “She has a lot of volunteers coming in to help. What’s the name of the woman you met?”

“Celia Banyon. The boy’s name is Mark.”

“Oh, sure. Celia’s a teacher.” Logan smiled. “Pretty little thing.”

“Pretty enough.” Logan’s smile was slightly irritating, but Cougar caught himself half smiling, too.

“Careful,” Logan said. “You crack your face, you’re gonna feel it.”

Cougar laughed. “Ouch. Damn, that smarts.”

“It looks good on you. Like you said, no harm done. Shake it off, cowboy.” Logan warmed up Cougar’s coffee with a refill. “What kind of horse are you looking for?”

“A war pony. One that can go all day without complaining.”

“You do know it’s a contest.”

“Mary said you can train the horse for anything you want.”

“You have to turn out a useful horse. Not much call for war ponies these days.”

“That’s what I’m calling for. A war pony prospect.” Cougar leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs under the table. “I did some endurance racing before I enlisted. Mustangs and Arabs are the best mounts for endurance, far as I’m concerned.”

“That’s how you’d prove your horse?”

“If they’re pretty open on what you can train the horse for, I don’t see why not. Endurance is a good sport. Good for the horse, great for the rider. From what I’ve read, it’s even more popular than it was back when I tried it out. You think I can get approved to train a war pony?”

“I think you’d round out Sally’s contestant collection pretty nicely.” Logan grinned. “Especially now that I’m out of it.”

“She needs an Indian replacement?”

“Indian cowboy.” Logan chuckled. “Talk about your dying breeds, huh? Cowboys are scarce enough, but us Indian cowboys…”

“Why’d you take yourself out?”

“The horses will be auctioned off after the thing is over, and my wife and I…” He smiled, clearly pleased with the words. “We decided Adobe was worth more to us than winning the competition, so we adopted him and took him out of the running.”

“Sweet. The horse is out of the running. The owner’s off the market.”

“Both owners.”

“Sergeant Tutan deserves the best.” Cougar glanced out the patio door again, taking in Logan’s setup. “You’ve got a round pen out there. How do you like it?”

“When you get your horse, you come try it out. I wouldn’t be without one.”

“They weren’t expecting me at the Double D,” Cougar admitted. “I told them I was coming, but I didn’t exactly say when. Sunrise this morning, I didn’t think about it too much. Felt like a good time to take a drive.”

“And now you’re here,” Logan said. “So take your time. Stay here tonight, and I’ll head over there with you tomorrow. I never miss a chance to go looking at horses.”

“I just need a place to park.”

“Plenty of parking space, but there’s also a spare room.” Logan indicated the hallway with a jerk of his chin. “It’s yours if you want it.”

Cougar wanted peace and privacy. He needed to build a new life, and he would start with what he loved most.