Stalking Season

“The hospital?” she cried. “I can’t go to the hospital. I need to see about Patches.”

She tried to push up again, but Joe put his hand on her shoulder to restrain her. “I can’t let you do that, Miss Cassidy. I don’t think you have any severe injuries, but I have to let a doctor exam you.”

Cheyenne shook her head. “No. I have to see about my horse.”

“We’ll take care of Patches,” a deep voice beside her rumbled.

She looked up at Bill Johnson, the show’s owner and Trace’s father, staring down at her. “Really, Mr. Johnson, I feel fine,” she said.

His gaze raked her face. “That may be, but I need to make sure. I insist that all our performers are checked out after an accident. Besides, if your father was here, he’d tell you the same thing.”

The mention of her father brought tears to her eyes. He and Mr. Johnson had become good friends when Trace was on her father’s college rodeo team.

She bit down on her lip and nodded. “You’re right.”

“I insist, too,” a familiar voice said as someone clasped her hand. She looked up into Gwen’s smiling face. Dean stood behind her with a sobbing Maggie in his arms, and suddenly she didn’t feel alone. Dean and Gwen were here, and her new friend Luke Conrad had been the first one to reach her. Then there was Joe, who’d taken care of her twice today, and Trace Johnson, who’d been her friend for years, was looking after Patches.

“I’m very lucky to have people who care,” she said.

The next thing she knew the other EMT arrived with a gurney, and he and Joe lifted her carefully onto it. When she was settled on it, she turned her head and stared at Maggie, who was still sobbing with her head buried on her father’s shoulder.

“Maggie,” she said. “Please don’t cry. I’m okay.”

Maggie lifted her head and stared at Cheyenne. A big tear slid out of the corner of her eye and down her cheek. “I told you not to do that trick. It scared me. I thought you were going to die.”

She reached toward Maggie, and Dean held his daughter down so Cheyenne could grasp her hand. “I’m okay. Now you quit crying and go on home. I’ll see you as soon as I get there.”

Maggie scrunched her eyebrows and she gave a little hiccup. “Do you promise?”

“I promise. I’ll see you and Bingo as soon as I get there.”

Gwen, who stood next to the gurney, nodded. “I think Maggie does need to go home. I’ll take her, and Dean can drive your truck. He can pick you up at the hospital and bring you home.”

“I’ll be glad to do that,” Luke said. “If Dean will drive Maggie’s truck home, I can bring Cheyenne when the doctor releases her.”

“You’ll go to the hospital with me?” Cheyenne asked.

Luke grinned. “I’ve reported one accident you’ve been in today. I may as well do this one, too.”

Cheyenne laughed as Joe finished tucking a blanket around her. As they started across the arena to a waiting ambulance, the announcer’s voice boomed out on the intercom. “Ladies and gentlemen, Cheyenne appears to have no injuries, but she’s being taken to the hospital as a precaution. Let’s send her off with a big Smoky Mountain round of applause with our best wishes.”

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