The Reluctant Cowboy (8 page)

“Wow.  I can’t even imagine…” 

“It was when their Grandmother passed away that it was again brought up.  You may have known her then.  It was when her friend, Riley was hurt a few years ago and we were all in Italy.” 

“Oh my god, how could I forget?  That was such a horrible time for both of them.”  Sierra remembered it vividly and felt helpless to help her friends.  She compared Vanessa and Riley’s friendship to her and Dana’s.  Vanessa had left for Italy when her Grandmother was ill and Riley had been severely injured by a horse that fell on her.  The women were both Veterinarians and she and Dana had done what they could to help during the difficult ordeal.  

“While we were there, before she passed away, her Grandmother produced a document and asked if Vanessa or I had considered the marriage.  Not wanting to upset her, we told her we would marry.” 

“Time out.  Hold up.  You did
what
?”  Sierra was reeling from this information. 

“We didn’t get married Sierra.  We just told her that to make her happy in her last moments.  The document was just as old as she was and detailed a certain part of her estate to be distributed to us if we were married.” 

“So what happened when you didn’t get married?” 

“After she passed, we visited my Grandmother and showed her the document.  Of course, it was a big deal and the entire family was involved.” Sierra was still waiting for him to continue, with bated breath.  “My Grandmother explained that it was two Grandmothers having fun and wanting us to get together.  We gently explained that it was probably not going to happen….” 

“Probably?” Sierra caught that word. 

“At that time, we were both single and Vanessa had just started dating Mark.  She told me about him while we were there, but you have to understand that I didn’t know then that they were going to be married.  Vanessa was one of my best friends and of course I love her.  At that moment in time, I would have married her if it would have made everyone happy.” 

“Holy crap.  That’s too much information for my brain to comprehend.”  Sierra placed the other picture she was holding back on the dresser and tried to focus on the other large picture.  “This must be Grandma?” she asked, pointing to the picture. “She was stunning.”  It was one of the close up pictures in black and white done back in the 20’s or 30’s. 

“She was.  She was more of a mother to me than my own mother ever was.  I loved both of them very much.”  Sierra misted up at the gentle tone in his voice. 

“Did she pass away too?” 

“Just last year.  She went quickly and I wasn’t there for her.”

“Oh Cole, I’m so sorry.”  She turned and put her arms around his waist.  He returned her hug. 

“It’s okay.  I took care of everything and have wonderful memories.” 

“Was she your mother’s mother or your father’s?” 

“My father’s.  You know they only came for the funeral and then left.  I haven’t seen them since.” 

Sierra couldn’t fathom that.  She was so close to her own parents.  She looked at the picture again and studied it more closely.  She could see a slight resemblance.  “You have her eyes.” 

“She thought so, too.  She told me she loved my father dearly, but he wasn’t half the man I was becoming. She blamed my mother for the change in him.  She said he used to be a warm, caring, driven man, but when he met her, he changed.  She told me that he became materialistic and calculating.  He lived only to please her.  He stopped coming around and became distant. 

“She was devastated until she heard I was born,” he continued to share, baring his soul to her.  “She reached out to let them know that she wanted to be a part of my life.  When my parents heard that, they were more than happy to let her raise me, while they traveled the world.  I don’t think I was part of their plan, so I attended boarding schools here and then flew to Italy for any school breaks and summers.” 

Sierra had tears sliding down her cheeks now.  She was still holding him and squeezed a little tighter, comforting him.  “That sounds so sad.  I’m sorry you had to feel that way.”  She released him to wipe at her eyes.  She watched him as he went into his closet to pick out something to wear for the day.  She was seeing him in a completely different light and it frightened her. 

Cole needed to step away from Sierra to get some distance.  He had just confided in her more about himself in a few minutes, than he did with most people he knew for years.  It was easy to be himself around her, something he wasn’t used to.  He didn’t want her sympathy. 

He had understood from an early age that his family dynamics were not the norm.  His grandmother had shared her memories of a wonderful marriage to his grandfather for over thirty years, until he died suddenly of a heart attack.  She had never remarried and Cole only knew his grandfather from her memories and shared photographs. 

She had shown him plenty of love, affection and, at times, discipline that molded the man he was still becoming today.  He also was fortunate to have Vanessa’s siblings and parents’ influence growing up.  Even time spent apart as they grew older, they found ways to keep in contact and occasionally see one another. 

Now that Sierra had heard about his childhood, he found himself drawn into wanting to know more about hers.  He changed into a light blue polo and blue jeans and grabbed his favorite loafers by the chair.  He watched Sierra as she was still studying the pictures on the dresser.  “How does Central Park for a walk and a late lunch sound?” 

He could tell she was thinking as she replied, “That sounds nice.” 

“Back to
nice
again, I see.  Is there something you would rather do?  Someplace you wanted to visit?” 

He watched her as she seemed to relinquish the serious thoughts that she was having.  “No, actually, the park seems perfect.  It’s a beautiful day and I’d like to walk.” 

He reached for her hand and she took it.  He grabbed his car keys and headed to the underground garage.  He helped her into his car and got in to start it up.  “Whew, sweet car,” she admired. He watched as she stroked the porcelain leather seats. 

“At least you didn’t say
“nice
.”  

He pulled out into the sunshine as he enjoyed her chuckle.  “
Nice
would be my car.  This has a definite wow factor.” 

He was glad she approved of one of his few splurges.  It was a Mercedes CLS550 Coupe--Lunar Blue Metallic V-8, loaded with options.  He sometimes enjoyed long drives upstate and this was a great vessel for long rides or short jaunts in the city.  He didn’t like driving in the city with the congestion and tourists, but with this car it was tolerable.  He put his sunglasses on as they made their way to the park.  “I’ll find a place to park, where we can walk and then have lunch at the Bethesda Terrace.” 

He maneuvered his way through the traffic as Sierra looked out the window.  He could sense her pensive mood and found a spot to park the car at one of the entrances of the 800+ acres that constituted Central Park.  He escorted her to one of the paths that were filled with people enjoying the warm spring day. 

As they made their way down the path, he watched as several people were seen doing various outdoor activities.  He watched as mothers played with their children, and joggers, walkers and street performers adorned the park.  He was enjoying being outdoors and asked Sierra if she was too. 

Amazed, she replied, “So many people.  Is it always like this?” 

“On a Saturday afternoon, with great weather, it brings out everyone.”  As he spoke, they approached a large opening where several people had blankets spread out and some were just lying on the grass, soaking up the sun. 

A Frisbee landed near Sierra’s feet and he watched as she reached for it.  She looked carefree as she expertly sent it back to its owner.  The young man waved his thanks and he watched her signal the man to throw it again.  She caught the Frisbee this time and sent it flying back.  On the next throw back to her, he stepped in front of her and caught the Frisbee himself.  He felt her smack his back and yell at him as they proceeded to enjoy playing for a few more minutes.  He thanked the young men as he took her hand to proceed along the path. 

“That was fun,” she told him.  “I can’t remember the last time I tossed a Frisbee. 

Did you play any sports in school?” 

“I did.  I enjoyed Lacrosse and Football the most.” 

“I can see that in you.  You seem athletic.”

“Thanks, I think.  I don’t get to do as much as I’d like now.  I use the gym to stay in shape.” 

“I’m sure the city has leagues you could join.” 

“I never thought about it.  I’m sure it does.  I may have to look into that.” 

“I think you should. The outdoors suits you better than the suits.”  He had to laugh at her candor and sense of humor. 

“Is that why you want to make sure I find a pair of cowboy boots?  Maybe a hat to go with it?  Turn me into a reluctant cowboy that you are accustomed to?”  He was teasing her and she laughed out loud.  Her laughter was still sweet music to his ears.  He could listen to it all day. 

As they walked, they engaged in small talk making their way to Bethesda Terrace.  She stopped beside him as she viewed the eight foot bronze Angel of the Waters statue with the cherubs beneath it.  Even though he’s seen the statue and fountain more times than he could count, he was still amazed by its beauty.  With the tranquility of the water and the amazing Angel, it was still inspiring.  He knew the cherubs surrounding the angel represented Temperance, Purity, Health and Peace.  He watched her as she walked around getting drawn into the sculpture from all angles. 

Live music started playing and the food vendors were selling their wares.  Cole decided to stand in line at one of the stands to get some lunch as she continued to take in the sights and sounds the terrace was offering.  He saw her look around for him when she realized he had walked away.  When she saw him she waved and gave him a big smile.  He nodded to her and she jogged over to where he was standing. 

“Did I say I had no desire to come to New York?  It’s beautiful. I can now officially put my foot in my mouth.  No wonder Carrie Bradshaw loved it here.”  Her continued Sex and the City reference made him smile. 

“Are you hungry?  The food is good.   During the week people flock here for lunch to escape their offices.” 

“I can see why.  Even with all of the people you can still seem to relax.” 

“Well said.  Here you go.  Hope you like it.”  He handed her the cardboard boxes filled with food and they made their way to a less crowded spot to sit down and enjoy their lunch.  “So what are we doing after lunch?”  He waited for her reply as she was swallowing her food and taking a drink of water. 

“I would like to do a little shopping.  Nothing crazy.  Just want to pick up a few souvenirs to take back home.” 

“We can do that.  Anything in particular?” 

“I like music boxes.  Maybe a nice music box with ‘New York, New York’ or something cheesy like that,” she remarked, and then remembering her promise, “OH, and I almost forgot…your boots.  I want to help you pick out a pair.” 

“Not going to let that slide are you?  I’m sure there is someplace in this city to find a pair of cowboy boots.” 

“Have you ever been inside a country bar?  You know, dancing?”  she inquired.

“I have been in a country bar and I will take you there tonight.” 

“Really?” 

“Really.  I don’t remember any dancing though, it’s near Rockefeller Center.  It’s called Johnny Utah’s.  It’s a restaurant with a mechanical bull.” 

“Sounds interesting.  Let’s get you that pair of boots.”  

They walked back to the car as Cole was looking up a western store on his phone.  “Okay, I found one not far from here.  Western Spirit sounds like the place to go.” 

He merged his car into the traffic to make their way there.  The store was over 6,000 square feet and had everything American Western inspired.  “Wow.  This takes me right into October and the Quarter Horse Congress.  Feels like home.” 

“You mentioned that a couple of times.  Have you always been a horsewoman?” 

He watched her walk around as she answered him, “Since I could walk.  My grandparents had horses when I was growing up.  My mom used to show in 4-H but couldn’t afford them as she got older.  My grandparents didn’t live far away, so they kept them for her. 

“My dad was afraid of them when he first met my mom but she converted him.”  He saw her grin as she was looking at the boots.  “I was fortunate to grow up around them and love them. 

“I met my best friend, Dana, in 4-H and we started showing together.  We both excelled and continued to show and moved up to start showing other people’s horses.  We followed the Quarter Horse Circuit.” 

“Do you get paid to show other people’s horses?” 

“Yep.  If you are good.”  She gave him another smile as she glanced at him. 

“So, you are good?” he pressed.

“Duh…of course.  I haven’t been as active in the last few years with work and school, though.  Dana and her husband are still showing and training with Jeremy.” 

“Who’s Jeremy?” 

“Sorry, Vanessa’s friend.  I’m sure you met them at the wedding.  Riley’s husband.  Quinn’s Quarter Horses.” 

He nodded.  “Oh, of course, I did meet them.  I just heard him called Quinn, and thought that was his first name.” 

“That’s funny,” she snickered.  “Most people do.  Anyway, Dana and Doug, her husband, train students at Quinn’s place.  They have continued to build and grow.” 

“Why don’t you?” 

“I’m not good at training, just riding.  I can ride anything.”  Cole laughed out loud and watched Sierra blush as she realized what she said could be misconstrued. 

“Do you have your own horse?” 

“Not right now.  We rented most of the horses I showed when I was younger.” 

“I didn’t know it was such a business.” 

“Oh yeah, Quarter Horses are a huge industry.” 

“So, how did you end up working for an insurance company?”  He followed her as she headed for one of the long isles filled with cowboy boots. 

“My Dad retired from Nations.  He liked working there and got me my first job when I was 20.  I like it.  It has good benefits and they have been good to work for.” 

“Do you have time to enjoy riding?” 

He watched her caress the boots and swallowed as his mouth went a little dry, envisioning her caressing him as gently. 

“So many questions,” she teased. “Yes, I still go out as often as I can.  I try to get out and ride on the weekends.  I found a few I’d like you to try on.” 

“Huh?” 

“The boots.  Here, try some on.” 

For the next thirty minutes, Cole was educated on different types of boots.  He had no idea there were so many.  He finally found a pair he actually liked, and they were comfortable, too.  A sales associate had offered to help them, but Sierra had told them nicely that she could handle it.  She certainly knew her footwear. 

“I like these.”  He walked up and down the aisle and around the store.  “Those are not cheap, Cole.” 

“Do I look cheap, Sierra?”  With one brow raised, he watched her throw her head back and laugh. 

“No, you certainly don’t,” she assured him. “Those are Justin AQHA branded Remuda boots.  Great pair.” 

“You lost me again.” 

“AQHA, American Quarter Horse Association.” 

“Well, that seems appropriate then, doesn’t it?  I’ll take them.” 

“I’m going to look around and see if I can find some souvenirs in here.” 

“I thought you wanted something ‘New York.’” 

“Well, I’m
in
New York, aren’t I?” she sassed, and then laughed.

As he placed his loafers in the large boot box, he watched her pick up a few items, checking the price tag as she did so.  He wondered if she was good with her money. 
Did she have savings?  Did she have a lot of debt?
  Not that it mattered to him, he just hoped she was responsible. 

He was surprised at how comfortable the boots were.  He had considered putting his loafers back on, but the boots were making a believer out of him.  He tucked the box under his arm as he found her still shopping.  She was holding a small, stuffed animal horse. 

“That’s cute,” he remarked. 

“I thought so, too.  I like it.” 

“Well, then, please allow me to get that for you.” 

“Oh no, I can get it.” 

“I would like to, Sierra.”  She didn’t argue when he took the stuffed animal from her, while she continued to shop. 

“I’m ready,” she stated, as she headed for the register. “I got a few key fobs for my friends and a turquoise bracelet for my mom.” 

“I’m sure they will like them.”  Cole received a minor start when his boots rang up for over $600. 

“Told ya,” Sierra whispered in his hear as he made the purchase. 

He whispered back to her, “Lifetime guarantee, right?” 

They finished making their purchases and placed them in the back of the Mercedes.  Cole saw Sierra let out a large yawn as she got situated in the passenger seat.  “You’re tired.  Would you like to go back to the hotel and rest before going to Johnny Utah’s?” 

“I’d like to go back to the hotel, not so sure on the
rest
part.”  Cole gave her a wink and felt his own heart beat quicken at her statement.