Redemption Ranch

A soldier’s homecoming

A former foster kid and army soldier, Tyler Lynch doesn’t trust easily. In fact, the shy mutt who never leaves his side is his sole confidant. Tyler knows what it’s like to be a child in need, so he goes to work at an equine therapy ranch. He’s instantly surprised by the way lovely volunteer Beth McClure seems to understand scared children—and stubborn cowboys. Beth’s tenderness even wins his dog’s trust. But when Tyler faces his greatest fear, it’ll take Beth’s love—and one brave boy—to open the most guarded of hearts.

“I saw that panicked look on your face when I was sitting with Riley. You looked like I was fixin’ to scare the poor kid.”

“I knew from experience that the more you push a boy that age, the further you push him away,” Tyler said.

Beth heard the pain in his voice. “You’ve been there and done that.”

“I ran through five foster care homes in two years. I was known as a troublemaker until I got to the Olaskys. They didn’t ask me to open up. They gave me the room and the respect I needed.” He gave a soft laugh. “But I got toted to church and that’s where the Lord got a hold of me. After that, I was willing to talk.”

“Well, I hope we made a breakthrough with Riley.”

“We’ll see.”

Beth took a deep breath. Tyler had revealed another layer of himself and her heart whispered he was a good man. He’d slipped past the shield she’d erected around her heart. And oddly enough, that realization didn’t panic her.

Redemption Ranch

Leann Harris

Therefore, there is now no condemnation

for those who are in Christ Jesus.

—Romans 8:1

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Epilogue

Dear Reader

Questions for Discussion

Chapter One

“Oh, Charming, what’s wrong with me?” Beth McClure ran her hands down the gelding’s broad back. His warm coat and steady heartbeat calmed her.

Twenty minutes ago her brother and his wife, her best friend and former college roommate, had announced there would be a new McClure come spring. Friends and family gathered at the ranch cheered the news.

Beth was glad for them, really.

And sad.

It was selfish of her, but the news stabbed her in the heart, making her realize how alone she was. Oh, sure, she had family, friends, but there was not a prospect of a boyfriend in sight. In some ways she was content to be alone, but her heart still ached.

Charming raised his head and stepped back, knocking Beth into the back wall of the stall. She stumbled, her skirt tangling in her legs, and she twisted her ankle. Wearing heels out in the stables wasn’t smart, but she wasn’t worrying about that when she escaped.

“Charming, what’s wrong with you?” She pushed the horse away as she searched for her shoe. Charming danced again, bumping her a second time. She fell against the side of the stall, losing her other shoe.

“Stop.” She glanced over her shoulder to see what was making the horse so nervous. She spotted the black dog sitting outside the open stall door.

“Oh, sorry, guy.” Beth patted Charming on his back hip to quiet him. The black dog sat quietly, watching her. Beth recognized him. He belonged to the newest employee of Second Chance Ranch, Tyler Lynch. He was an Iraqi War veteran like her brother Zach. Tyler’s dog, Dogger, was known as a cautious critter who didn’t offer his friendship lightly, much like his owner. In the month Tyler had been at the equine therapy ranch, she’d never known his dog to allow anyone to pet him, and she only had a nodding acquaintance with the dog’s owner.

Tyler would politely nod his head or keep up his end of a conversation, but he’d subtly let a person know there was a wall between him and the world. Beth knew that “look.” Zach had worn the exact same expression when he came home from his tour of service.

Intrigued, Beth moved to the front of the stall. “Hey, guy, how are you?”

The dog cocked his head. He had the look of a mutt, short dark hair, mid-size, sleek and with white stockings on his back feet. He had a half-moon scar on the back of his head.

“Are you declaring a truce?” she asked, inching forward.

Charming stretched his neck down toward the dog. Beth reached under the horse’s neck and patted the other side. “What do you think, big guy? You think he wants to make friends?” She whispered the question out of the side of her mouth.

The horse raised his head and nodded.

Beth’s hand fell to her side. “You want me to pet you?” she asked, directing her question to the dog.

Dogger looked from Charming to Beth as if considering the question.

Beth laughed. She stepped out of the stall and held out her hand. The dog moved toward her and sniffed. He sat, waiting for her to oblige him.

Beth squatted and stroked the dog’s head. He accepted her affection. She’d tried to make friends with the dog a couple of times before, but he’d refused her overtures.

“You’re a mighty cagey boy. Did you decide to watch and wait to make sure I was worthy of your trust?”

The dog closed his eyes, enjoying the petting.

“Well, I be—”

Beth jerked at the sound of Tyler’s voice, losing her balance. She sprawled onto the floor, her skirt drifting gracefully around her knees.

“Sorry.” The corner of Tyler’s mouth twitched, making that hands-off look he normally wore melt away. Her stomach dipped.

It was nothing but embarrassment, she told herself as she looked up from the floor into his handsome face. “You startled me.”

He offered his hand.

There was no dignified way to get to her feet. She accepted his hand and he pulled her to her feet. Beth dusted off hay from the backside of her skirt. The laugh trying to escape her chest erupted. “You must think I’m a klutz.”

“No,” he said, his eyes twinkling.

At the change in his countenance, Beth’s mouth nearly fell open. Gone was his usual tired, weary expression, replaced with the look of a young, gorgeous man. Tyler Lynch had a headful of wavy brown locks, deep brown eyes that missed nothing and a scar on the right side of his mouth. She’d also noticed he had some scars on his left hand and forearm.

“What are you doing out here instead of inside at the party?” he asked.

The party she’d escaped. “I could ask the same thing of you.”

“Which means you’re avoiding answering my question?”

Aw, he was sharp, noticing her dodge, but she didn’t want to admit even to herself, let alone this man, why she’d escaped the party.

“I thought Charming here needed a heads-up to be extra gentle around Sophie, with her condition and all.”

His brow arched. “And what was his answer?”

“He’s been bobbing his head, agreeing with me. Besides, he’s also making friends with your dog, which surprised both of us.”

Dogger looked from her to Tyler as if trying to understand what was happening.

Tyler studied his dog. “Dogger doesn’t easily make friends.”

She ignored her embarrassment. “I know. I’ve tried to befriend him before, but he’s been very wary around me. What he normally does is give me the eye, turn around and walk off.” The words could’ve applied to Tyler himself. She glanced at him.

Tyler didn’t flinch, and Beth breathed a sigh of relief. Instead, he squatted down and ruffled the dog’s ears. “Dogger’s a survivor and cautious in all he does. Streets of Baghdad do that to a soul.”

Looking down at Tyler’s brown, wavy hair, Beth had a feeling that Dogger wasn’t the only one Tyler was talking about. “Well, I’m glad he’s feeling at home enough to invite me to pet him.”

Tyler stood and looked at her stocking feet.

“When Dogger sat down in front of Charming, the horse danced a bit, and I wasn’t looking and lost my shoes.” She ended her explanation in a whisper.

He leaned in to hear the last. Her eyes locked with his and her stomach did a jig. Tyler Lynch was one of the few men she’d known who could see eye to eye with her oldest brother, Ethan, who stood six-foot-three.

Dogger stood and walked closer to Charming, breaking the intimate moment between them. Dogger didn’t move while Charming inspected him. Beth knew the two animals were taking stock of each other, much like the man standing next to her. Charming lifted his head and nodded. The dog had passed the test.

Beth stroked Charming’s side. “Dogger’s on a roll today. Two friends.”

The dog glanced over his shoulder as if to say, c’mon, human owner, join me.

Tyler didn’t move. Dogger sent him another look.

Beth laughed. “I don’t think he’s going to give up until you do.”

“Okay, okay,” Tyler said, holding up his hands. He walked to Charming and rubbed the horse’s nose. “I feel kinda funny having the dog introduce us.”

Grinning at Tyler’s surrender, Beth added, “Sometimes animals have better sense than humans.”

Tyler’s brow shot up.

She didn’t mean it as an insult and wanted to apologize, but decided the best way to correct the situation was to plow on. “How long have you had Dogger?”

His face closed down and his gaze dropped to his hand on Charming’s neck. He stroked the gelding’s black coat.

Had she gone too far? The man had been as stand-offish as his dog until today and now he was opening up.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“I found Dogger under the fender of a car used in a roadside bomb outside of Mosul. I think the poor pup was in the wrong place at the wrong time. We don’t know if he was hit by the fender or was in the street and crawled under the fender after it landed close to him.

“I heard the whimper and investigated. There was Dogger, a cute little shaver. He seemed okay except for the cut on the back of his head.” He pointed to the scar. “That was where the medic thinks the fender hit him. We adopted him and he became our company’s mascot.” Tyler glanced down at the dog. “I didn’t want to leave him in the country when I came home and none of the other guys at the base wanted to adopt him, so I made arrangements for him to come home with me.”

It explained a lot about the two of them. Dogger was never far from Tyler’s side.

“Well, I’m glad that he’s decided to make friends.” Beth leaned down and scratched the dog’s head. “I hope he’ll want to work with the kids we have coming here, or the other veterans who’ll be coming. I think those guys will identify with the dog. He’s another survivor.”

Tyler continued to stroke Charming. “I’m glad the Army decided to use you all. Anyone say when you’ll get your first patient?”

“Next week is when I think we’ll get a couple of soldiers. My older brother, Ethan, is training more horses at our parents’ ranch to work with adult males.”

A spark of interest flared in Tyler’s eyes. “Because?”

“Well, you’ve seen the horses here. Some are taller than others. Brownie is only fourteen hands tall, perfect for the kids who ride. But an adult male will be much too heavy for that little mare. Charming here is right for someone like you.”

He jerked. “What?”

“An adult male,” she quickly added.

He looked a little less offended.

“You could ride him, but if we have more than one adult male riding at the same time, we’ll have to have another horse for them to use.”

“Makes sense. It’s been a while since I’ve worked around the barn. When Ollie’s here, he’s good at directing me.”

Oh, goodness, Beth thought, he’d revealed another part of himself. They were on a roll. “Ollie’s good at giving orders.”

The ranch foreman had been taking chemo for his stomach cancer. Combined with her brother’s recent marriage to her college roommate, things had been crazy around the ranch. Beth had also been traveling a great deal as a clothing buyer for the largest independent department store in the state of New Mexico. “I’ve been praying for him.”

Tyler tensed up. It wasn’t a big move, just a tightening of his shoulders and expression.

Before she could question him about it, Sophie entered the stables. “Beth, Beth, what are you doing out here?” She looked from Beth to Tyler. “Oh, am I interrupting something?”

Beth flushed to the roots of her hair. Tyler’s expression looked like it was carved out of stone.

“Dogger decided to let me pet him. We were just marveling at it.”

Sophie took in the scene. “I came out here because I wanted to introduce you to one of the new military riders who’s going to start next week.”

“I’d love to meet him.”

Sophie grinned. “It’s a her.”

“You’re kidding, aren’t you?”

“Nope. C’mon and I’ll introduce you to Captain Brenda Kaye.”

Beth started toward the door but realized she had no shoes on. Sophie looked at her feet.

“You can thank Charming for that,” Beth explained. “He kept knocking me into the stall wall and I lost both of my shoes.” She hurried back into the stall, found her shoes and slipped them on. Closing the stall door behind her, Beth said, “Okay, I’m ready.”

At the stable door, Beth glanced over her shoulder and smiled at Tyler and Dogger.

With her heart light, she walked back to the house with Sophie.

Sophie linked arms with Beth. “What happened back there?”

“He offered his friendship.”

Sophie stopped. “Who—the dog or Tyler?”

Beth grinned. “Both.”

* * *

Tyler watched Beth and Sophie stroll up the curved walkway to the main house. From their body language, he could tell the women knew each other and were friends. Sophie’s dark head leaned close to Beth’s light brown curls and they laughed.

Sophie stopped, looked at her friend, then at the stables. Tyler resisted the urge to step back. What had Beth said? They resumed their stroll to the house.

Tyler turned around and walked to Charming’s stall where his dog sat. “So, bud, what’s going on?”

The dog looked at him, but didn’t move from his spot in front of the stall door. The horse stuck his head out and nodded. Tyler didn’t know how he felt, but the shock of seeing Dogger allowing Beth to pet him had rocked him back on his heels. Since Tyler had found the wounded pup on that rutted road outside Mosul, there had been a special bond between man and dog. They were both survivors. He’d survived the tornado that killed his parents, and Dogger survived the car explosion. Dogger befriended all the men of his unit, but when the chips were down, Dogger always settled in with Tyler. His best friend and fellow bomb tech, Paul Carter, teased Tyler about what his fiancée was going to think when he showed up in Oklahoma with the mutt who’d want to sleep in the bed between them. They found Dogger a few weeks before Paul died disarming a bomb.

His mind shied away from the painful memory.

Charming whinnied, bringing him back to the present.

Tyler stepped closer and stroked Charming’s nose. “Okay, big guy, I get the drift. You want some attention.” Tyler had a roll of Lifesavers in his shirt pocket. He grabbed the roll, peeled off one and popped it in his mouth. Charming butted him with his head.

“Want one?”

The horse nodded.

Tyler pulled another candy from the roll and offered it to the horse. He didn’t have to offer it twice.

The ghost of a smile curved Tyler’s lips.

This afternoon had been chock-full of revelations. Or maybe he should say bombs. When Zach announced at the impromptu party after church that he would become a father, his family and friends had cheered. But Tyler recalled that wounded look that filled Beth’s eyes before she quickly looked away. When she turned back, a smile lit her pretty face and she kissed both Sophie and Zach. But there’d been a sadness in her green eyes he’d identified with. He doubted her brother and sister-in-law had noticed it, as focused on their own joy as they were, but he saw it.

Tyler kept careful watch on Beth and saw her slip out of the house and head toward the barn. He tried to talk himself out of it, but followed her, anyway. To do what, he didn’t know, but he trusted his instincts. They’d served him well in Iraq.

When he walked into the stables a few minutes ago the shock of what he saw knocked him breathless. Of all the things he expected to see, maybe Beth crying or sitting in a corner having a pity party, her petting Dogger wasn’t on his list.

He glanced down at his dog.

“So what’s happening, old friend? How come you’ve decided to become a pal to the folks around here?” For the first time since they’d arrived back from Iraq, Dogger had offered his friendship to a new person. “Not only did you sidle up to Beth, but Charming, too? What’s going on?”

Dogger raised his head off his front paws and cocked his head.

It was hard to get used to the idea of Dogger making friends. He felt a slight shift in his feelings about being at the ranch. A little less of an outsider in this family-run business.

After his last tour ended, Tyler didn’t re-up, but went home to Oklahoma. It’d been a hard transition, and Dogger had become his lifeline. Tyler didn’t have to explain to his dog how he felt, why his moods were all over the map or give details of what happened while he was in theater.

His foster parents wanted to understand, but he felt as if there was a deep chasm between them. And his ex-fiancée didn’t want to know anything about his Army days and thought he should shake it off.

Shake it off.

That’s why she was his ex-fiancée.

Of course, there was his embarrassing reaction at the Fourth of July picnic where some of the youth at the church pulled the prank of setting off cherry bomb firecrackers under the picnic tables where they were seated. He freaked out in front of all the church members, the town council and mayor of their little town. The noise was so similar to the bomb that killed his friend, his instant reaction was to duck. Afterward, when he spotted the boys laughing at everyone, he’d let go with a dressing down that brought the picnic to a halt and tears to the youthful offenders. The gathered witnesses understood Tyler’s reaction. No one scolded him, but his fiancée gave him such a look of disgust that Tyler knew the engagement was over, much to his relief.

The next morning Tyler had hugged his foster parents and told them he’d be in contact. His fiancée was nowhere to be seen after the picnic, but she’d left her engagement ring with his foster sister. In the ten months since he’d been gone, he’d called home once, but it didn’t go well.

He and Dogger roamed the country until he’d run into Zach McClure in that restaurant in Albuquerque over a month ago. The more he thought about it, the more he knew that “chance” meeting wasn’t just chance.

Since being here, something inside him had eased. Of course, that also could be credited to being in the same city as his best buddy’s family. He’d finally worked up the nerve to call Paul’s mom. She welcomed him with open arms, making him feel even guiltier for not saving Paul’s life. Tyler immediately saw the pain in Paul’s younger brother eyes and knew this was where he was supposed to be. Somehow, someway, he would try to make up Paul’s death to Riley.

Dogger’s move today surprised and unsettled Tyler, and yet, oddly enough, he trusted the dog’s instincts. Dogger seemed to be able to actually discern a person’s heart. Dogger didn’t like his ex-fiancée and had growled at her the first time they met. Things had not improved between them. Dogger had pegged her.

“I’m going to need your help with the kid tomorrow. He needs a friend.” Tyler squatted by the dog’s side and ran his hand over his head. “You’ll like him. You liked Paul, and I know you’ll like his kid brother.”

At least he prayed he would. Tyler would need all the help he could get to win over the reluctant boy.

* * *

Tyler sat on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers through his hair. The dream—no nightmare—had seized him again, but before it could end, Dogger woke him.

The dog jumped down from the bed and sat beside Tyler.

“Thanks, boy.”

Dogger cocked his head.

Why’d he have that dream tonight? He hadn’t had the nightmare since he’d started working at Second Chance.

He knew he couldn’t go back to sleep, so he slipped on his jeans, grabbed a can of soda from the refrigerator and walked out onto the porch. He parked himself on the top step. At one time, he would’ve grabbed a beer, but after a bender in Denver that landed him in the hospital, he knew he couldn’t drown his problems anymore.

Dogger settled by his side.

“Thanks, bud, for the heads-up.” Tyler stroked the dog’s head.

The dog had started alerting Tyler when he’d detected the dream and would wake Tyler. The first time Dogger did that they’d just returned stateside, and he was at home with his foster parents. Tyler had started dreaming about Paul’s death, but before the dream ramped up, Dogger had jumped on the bed and started licking his face. Tyler woke up with a jerk, coming face-to-face with the dog. It took a moment for his brain to clear and understand what the dog had done. Dogger lay down on the bed and looked at him. His foster parents had run into his room, panicked, and looked helpless. He explained it was just a bad dream. They reluctantly left.

From that time on, Dogger started to sleep beside Tyler. Dogger had been his guard against the nightmare. It also spared him from having his foster parents run into his room and witness him in the throes of the dream.

It had been months since he’d had the dream, so why now?

Popping up the can tab, he took a swallow and thought about what happened this afternoon with Beth. Was that it?

He’d noticed her the first day he’d been here at the ranch. Well, what man with breath wouldn’t notice her? With reddish-brown curls that touched her shoulders, intense green eyes and a joyous smile, she attracted people to her like a magnet. She did everything with an enthusiasm that was contagious. He’d seen her talk a grumpy child out of his pout and enjoy the riding lesson.

Her laughter made his heart ache, wanting things that he knew were beyond him now. But as he witnessed Zach’s and Sophie’s secret smiles and constant touches, it made him yearn for things that could never be. It also made him realize how far off that dream was for him.

Scratching the dog’s head, he said, “So you like her, huh? You think the lady needs to be your friend?”

Dogger sat up and cocked his head.

“So what do you see in her that deserves your trust?”

The dog ignored him and settled his head on his paws, leaving Tyler no closer to an answer than he was before.

When he dragged himself to bed an hour later, it was the question he fell asleep thinking about.

Chapter Two

Beth pulled her truck into one of the empty parking spaces behind the stables and grabbed the tote containing her ranch clothes, boots and cowboy hat. She’d been volunteering at the ranch long before Zach started attending therapy sessions for his war injuries. Eventually he fell in love and married the woman running the place, Sophie Powell. Once they bought New Hope Ranch, they renamed it Second Chance Ranch in honor of Zach.