Cowboys have always been my heroes. Yes, it's a Willie Nelson song, but it's how I feel, too. I like all kinds of men, but when it comes to a hero, give me a cowboy. I've done lots of posts on why, so there's no need to be redundant. One of my favorites is Cody Utah, a bull rider from A Cowboy to Keep.
Blurb: After Laney Ellis’ husband is killed by a bull, she is left to run their small cattle ranch and raise their son, Justin, on her own. Despite some of Laney’s worst fears, the dream Justin holds dearest is to be exactly like his dad, a champion bull rider. He finds his chance when world champion bull rider Cody Utah moves in next door.
Although attraction between Cody and Laney flares, neither act upon it. Laney refuses to get her family involved with another bull rider, and Cody has heard rumors Laney trapped Wyatt, her late husband, into a high school marriage by getting pregnant.The last thing Cody wants is children.
At a rodeo, Justin is thrown and knocked unconscious. As Justin lays in the hospital, Cody begs Laney to forgive him. He realizes he loves her enough to discourage Justin from the sport. Will Laney let Cody into their lives? Will Justin ride again?
Something shiny caught his eye.
Something shiny caught his eye.
JW’s buckle. The kid had been so excited he’d rushed out of here without it. Cody retrieved the belt buckle, knowing JW would ask about it first thing. Curious as to whom the buckle originally belonged, Cody studied it. He’d been right. It was a Wyoming state champion buckle. The date across it was from the year before Cody won his. Who had beaten him that year? He struggled to remember, but the name eluded him.
Inside, Cody laid the buckle on the table and went to his bedroom. He dragged out an old trunk from the closet and dug through rodeo programs from the high school and pro rodeos he’d attended. There were few other mementoes in the trunk. No family photos or yearbooks. Not even a birth certificate. He found a folded sheet of paper from the state high school finals in his junior year. He sat on the edge of the bed and opened the yellowed paper to the bull riding section.
Benito had carefully recorded each rider’s score next to their name with his wobbly handwriting. Cody found his name and next to it his score of 76. Running his finger down the page, he found what he was looking for. Wyatt Ellis, 80.
Cody remembered Wyatt Ellis. He had been a flashy rider with a big style that blew away both judges and other contestants. Wyatt had been a senior in high school when Cody had been a junior. After Wyatt won the state high school finals, everyone expected him to turn pro, but he disappeared. People whispered that his girlfriend got pregnant, and he married her, giving up his career.
The long legged blonde from the night before. Cody had to admit she was a looker.
Cody realized he had spent his day with Wyatt Ellis’s son.
Jake Wyatt? Or maybe John Wyatt? Whatever, it didn’t matter.
Where was Wyatt? Why hadn’t he helped his wife, her father, and their son last night? JW had mentioned he was away. Where? Another question pressed Cody more. Why in the hell wasn’t one of the best bull riders he had ever seen teaching his own son? He replaced the program in his trunk and picked up the phonebook. There was only one Ellis listed. W. Ellis.
Picking up the belt buckle and the rope Mrs. Ellis had left the night before, Cody decided to pay a little visit on his old nemesis.
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