Second Chance Ranch

She didn’t try to argue but led Prince Charming into the arena. She walked around the perimeter of the ring.

“Things look much better up here,” Zach commented.

“Amen, brother,” Ethan quietly said. A hint of moisture gathered in his eyes.

They walked around the arena for close to thirty minutes. Zach realized the muscles of his stomach and thighs were protesting.

“How are you feeling?” Sophie asked, looking over her shoulder.

He didn’t want to admit weakness. “I’m okay.”

She accepted his word and they worked for another ten minutes before she called a halt to the session. She led the horse toward the mounting block.

“I won’t need that,” Zach told her.

“Zach,” Sophie said, touching his leg, “I don’t recommend that.”

“I can dismount by myself.” Pride cometh before a fall. The verse ran through his head.

She looked to Ethan for help.

“Uh, maybe she’s right, Zach.”

There was no saddle horn for him to grab on to to keep his balance and he felt a cramp in his injured right leg. There were a lot of scars up and down that leg.

“Okay.” The word tasted bitter in his mouth.

She walked the horse to the mounting block. Zach pushed up on his left leg and swung his right leg over the horse’s rump. When his prosthesis hit the wood, it folded on him. He tumbled back off the horse. Ethan stepped up and caught him. His left foot remained in the stirrup. Prince Charming didn’t dance or spook. He stood calmly. Ollie sprinted around the horse and disengaged Zach’s foot.

Ethan pulled Zach backward so his feet could touch the ground. His right leg didn’t hold. Ethan’s arms clamped around Zach’s chest, holding him upright. Zach’s hat fell to the ground.

Zach struggled to make his right leg work. Quietly, Sophie handed him his cane. He grabbed the lifeline and used the cane for balance. After struggling for a moment, he found his balance. Ethan picked up Zach’s hat.

“We probably worked too long,” Sophie said.

Zach wanted to rail that Andy had more endurance than he did. He nodded. “Ethan, you want to drive me home?”

Sophie dropped the horse’s leads. “Zach—”

He shook his head and started to walk away.

Prince Charming turned his head and caught Zach’s attention. The horse bobbed his head.

“He’s expecting a carrot,” Ollie offered. He nodded toward a pail on the bench. Zach took two steps and looked inside. Carrots. He pulled one out and turned toward the horse. Prince Charming readily accepted the treat.

Sophie stood on the other side of Prince Charming, gently rubbing his neck, her eyes dark with worry. He didn’t—couldn’t—acknowledge her.

With a final pat on Prince Charming’s shoulder, Zach turned and walked toward the parking lot.

What made him think that he could be the man he used to be?

Sophie buried her face in Prince Charming’s neck, taking comfort from the strength and smell of the horse.

“Give him a few minutes.”

Her head jerked up and she found Ethan standing beside her. “We never scheduled another lesson,” she said.

“I’ll talk to him.” Sadness and concern creased Ethan’s face. “Seeing him on a horse was great. I’ll have him call you to set up another appointment.”

She nodded and watched as Ethan walked toward the parking lot.

“Lord, touch his heart,” she whispered.

“Don’t you worry, Miss Sophie. I saw a spark in that young man’s eyes. Once he wrestles his pride down, you’ll see him again.”

She glanced over Prince Charming’s neck to Ollie. “I pray you’re right.”

Over the next week, Sophie held on to Ollie’s words. She heard nothing from Zach. She called Beth, asking about Zach.

“He’s not taking my calls,” Beth informed her. “If I was in town, I’d drive out to his apartment and face him down again.” Beth did a lot of traveling for her job with a big department store headquartered in Santa Fe. “I told Ethan to talk to him, but I haven’t heard back from him.”

Sophie couldn’t wait any longer. Andy’s next session was scheduled for tomorrow. “Give me your brother’s address.”

Beth gave her the street number of the new and trendy condominium and town house.

Sophie helped Ollie finish putting out feed for all the horses. She stopped by Prince Charming’s stall. “Hello, handsome.”

The big horse stuck his head out of the top half of the door. He nudged her hand.

“You are so spoiled,” she said, rubbing his nose. “I’m going to try to get Zach. You were great with him. Now he needs to understand that he needs you.”

Prince Charming nodded.

“You like him? He’s a real cowboy. Well, I like him, too. I’ll see what I can do to bring him back.”

Driving to Zach’s place, she prayed for wisdom and the right words to touch the stubborn man.

The new complex of town houses stood on the eastern edge of the city, built at the foot of one of the mountains surrounding the city. She found the number of his town house and parked. She whispered the opening lines of the twenty-third Psalm as she exited her car and walked up to the door and knocked.

Nothing.

She knocked again. “Zach, it’s Sophie.”

After several more seconds, the door opened. He was unshaved, and his closed expression didn’t give her any hope.

“I was hoping to talk to you.”

He studied her. “Why?”