Her Unexpected Cowboy

“Not exactly. You see, I paint a road in a landscape.” When it was clear he didn’t understand, she added, “You know the gravel road that cuts through the pasture at the entrance of the ranch? Well, I’d paint something like that, when the bluebonnets are in bloom. Or the doves lined up on the telephone lines.”

His brows crinkled up and Rowdy had to hide a chuckle.

“Why would you want to paint a road like that?”

She smiled, making Rowdy want to smile, too, because he was enjoying listening to her.

“Because I’m infatuated with them. I love roads and love pictures of roads that make people want to know where the road leads.”

“But we know the one in the pasture leads here to the ranch,” Sammy interjected, sitting up in his chair.

“But the first time you came here, did you know what was just over the hill? I mean, you could see the roof of this house, but didn’t you wonder what the rest was going to look like? Weren’t you curious what you would see once the car reached the top of the hill? Wasn’t there a sense of wonder?”

“Yeah,” Wes said, his voice trailing low. “I was hoping there would be a horse and, sure enough, there was one tied to the arena saddled and ready when the social worker stopped the car. It was awesome.”

Lucy placed her elbows on the table and leaned closer. “Yes. That’s what I love about a picture of a road—it lets the person viewing it dream their own story. Everyone who looks at a picture of a road sees and feels something different.”

Rowdy got it, and his curiosity was ramped up to view her paintings. He liked the way her mind worked.

“I was hoping I’d find a place where I wouldn’t be sent away.” Tony’s words rang through the silent room.

“And you found that, didn’t you?”

His expression eased. “I found my family.”

“And we are so glad you did.” Nana said what everyone else was thinking.

“I think it would be neat to paint a picture,” Sammy said. “Can we see some of yours sometime?”

“Sure. I’d love to show you when I get some unpacked. I don’t really have much, though. What I’ve painted recently is at the galleries. But I’ve got to get busy because they are waiting on me to turn new work in. There’s an important show coming up and I need something in it.”

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