by Debra Holt
True Blue Cowboy
A Blood Brothers Romance
Debra Holt
True Blue Cowboy
Copyright © 2020 Debra Holt
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First Publication by Tule Publishing 2020
Cover design by Lynn Andreozzi
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
ISBN: 978-1-951190-93-4
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Table of Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Note to Readers
Prologue
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
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
The Blood Brothers series
Excerpt from Homeward Bound, Cowboy
More Books by Debra Holt
About the Author
Hello all,
The first book in my latest Blood Brothers series has arrived! True Blue Cowboy introduces us to Josie Monroe and Chance Braxton. This contemporary romance is about a young woman who faces a real challenge in proving herself in a ‘man’s world’…the running of a ranch after her father’s unexpected death. And Josie is also harboring a secret love involving her next-door neighbor…Chance’s younger brother, Devlin.
Devlin presents himself as the quintessential devil-may care young man, appearing and disappearing at odd times, much to his brother’s disapproval. He is adept at leaving a trail of broken hearts…most notably Josie’s. And always there in the background to pick up the pieces, to provide a strong shoulder to cry upon, a hand to hold, and words of encouragement stands the ever patient, ever determined Chance.
Chance is the epitome of what any of us would describe as most deserving of that true-blue cowboy label. His shoulders are broad and strong enough to shoulder the responsibilities of running a large ranch, being seen as an example to those who look up to him and depend upon his decisions. His word is gold and his handshake is an unbroken bond. His heart is large, and he has an enormous wealth of patience. Patience is what he needs the most because his heart has belonged for years to Josie. But Josie’s been blinded by her ‘worship’ of Devlin.
The day comes when Chance must step forward and show Josie the man standing before her is the man she was meant to share her destiny with. It won’t be an easy road to a happy-ever-after, but Chance is the one cowboy who will not give up in proving to Josie that real love will withstand the test of time and nothing will shake his faith in their future together.
This is for all of you who dream of finding your own true-blue cowboy… or maybe you already have! They truly do exist. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy sharing the rocky road to a love to last a lifetime with Josie and Chance.
Happy reading,
Debra
Prologue
Chance Braxton glanced up at the slate-colored sky overhead as he approached the old building. A weather change was on its way. He could feel it in his bones and in his spirits. His brain told him he should be out on the range, helping his crew roundup the last of the horses and move them to winter ground, but instead he was here. Same story, different day. His gaze latched on to the fact that the door to the old hay barn was partly open…just wide enough to allow someone to slip through. If his hunch was correct, he would find the person he sought inside. He eased the door open just a tad wider and slipped his tall, broad-shouldered frame through as quietly as possible.
Once inside, he paused to allow his eyes to adjust to the dim light. Ears were attuned to any sounds, and it didn’t take long before he heard a soft sniffle…and then another. Familiar sounds that had a way of tugging at the heart Josie professed he didn’t possess inside his chest. Chance moved deeper into the large room with its overhead loft and his gaze swung upward to where the sounds came from.
He moved to the stairs and eased up them, not wanting to startle the person he sought. On the top rung, he stopped as his gaze lit on the slight figure sitting with her back to him, now and then her slender shoulders moving in a soft shudder. Taking a deep breath, Chance kept his tones low.
“So what’s my brother done now?”
In an instant, the girl’s hands went to her face in a quick wiping motion. It was evident she didn’t want her tears to be seen. But Chance was used to seeing them and, each time, he had to harden his resolve even more. The problem was, he didn’t know how much more resolve he had in him. She didn’t answer him right away, but when she did, it was with a question of her own.
“Do you ever wish it was a different time? You could maybe fast-forward into the future…ten or fifteen years? When your life would be settled, and you’d know where you belonged…and who you would be with for the rest of your life?”
It was about his brother. Chance blew out a deep breath and eased forward, to settle on the edge of the hay bale beside her. The loft door was open before them, and a soft breeze filled the area around them in the late afternoon. He swept his Stetson off his head and ran a hand through his thick mahogany-colored hair. It was important to give the question some consideration.
“That’s a mighty interesting idea, Josie. I guess each of us does that now and then. But trying to look for a glimpse of the future is sort of like looking into a crystal ball. I never could make out too much in those things, either. Guess I prefer to stay in the here and now and leave tomorrow to itself. It’s going to come in its own time. And if you’re so intent on the future, you’ll be more likely to miss something important in the present.”
“Chance’s sage words of advice… you’ll probably have met your soul mate and gotten married and had kids by then.”
The rancher slid his gaze over at the girl beside him. It was getting more difficult by the day to remain in the role of the “big brother” that Josie Monroe had cast him in over the last few years. But he also knew it was as much his fault as hers for allowing it to happen. He used to be able to give her his shoulder to cry on and then wipe away her tears. She had outgrown that need…and holding her nowadays lent itself to a whole different set of complications so he made a concerted effort to keep his distance.
“I can only hope that’ll be my future. It sounds pretty good. I think the same could be said for you.”
“I doubt that. I’ll probably be an old maid rancher.”
He couldn’t help it. The laugh b
urst out of him before he could stop it. The rising of her hackles was immediate and matched with the fire in her eyes.
“It’s not funny.”
“Yes, it is, little one.” His voice softened a bit, and he settled his blue-eyed gaze on her profile. “Look at me and listen.”
“What? Do you have some more of Chance Braxton’s words of wisdom to share? And why do you continue to call me by that silly nickname? I’m not ‘little’ any longer. And you’re not all that older than I am… six years doesn’t make you an expert on everything.” Her chin came up in pointed stubbornness, and her tear-washed gray eyes settled on him. She was just a week past her eighteenth birthday but had always been a lot more mature than others her age. Except for when it came to her bruised heart. He had to keep reminding himself of that fact…plus the fact she fancied herself head over heels in love with his brother.
“I realize you aren’t little any longer, Josie. It’s just a habit. I’ve called you that since you were a little girl in pigtails, and I can’t seem to break it. And I have no words of wisdom. They just come from having lived a few years longer than you and having a good deal more experience with life under my belt. Slow down…don’t be in a hurry to grow up and skip over too many years. Life isn’t a race. Trust me. You’ll find your soul mate one day. When you least expect him…he’ll be in front of you. And then all the tears and the pain you felt along the way, they’ll vanish from your memory.” A few long moments of silence surrounded them.
“But he won’t be Dev, will he.” It wasn’t a question…more like a sad statement of an undeniable truth.
Chance drew in a slow breath and then eased his words out. “I doubt that very much, Josie. You deserve someone a lot better than my young brother. Just keep your mind and heart open to allow for someone else to have a chance to win that heart of yours. It’s a treasure the right man will guard and cherish with his life.”
“You really think there’s someone better for me in my future?”
“I think once you let go of the idea that you’ve built around Dev as being the ‘perfect’ person, standing on a high pedestal, your heart will open to other possibilities.”
She rounded on him in an instant. “Why do you say such things about your brother? Just because he isn’t like you, doesn’t mean he is less.”
“I didn’t say he’s less anything, Josie. It just seems that more and more of late, you get defensive anytime anyone says anything about him in your presence. Maybe you need to look at why that is. It’s not like he hasn’t given people plenty of reason to look at him without blinders on over the years.”
“I know why I defend him. Someone should be on his side. He can’t help it if he isn’t tough as nails as you are, if he doesn’t care about staying on a ranch all his life. And maybe I know how it can be… always having people make assumptions about you without any real facts to back them up. People look at me, a girl trying to be a rancher…they think I’m playing dress up or some silly game. It isn’t a game to me…it’s my life. They just don’t want to see that. That’s how it feels at any rate.
“I may not be a male, but I can ride and rope and work cattle just as good, if not better, than a lot of the guys around these parts. But seems like I have to keep proving that each day the sun comes up. And, one of these days, the people around here will know I’m just as good as they are. And that’s the same for your brother. Dev’s going to be a success, and you’ll end up envying him.”
Chance was silent for a few moments…more so to gain control of his mounting frustration than anything else.
“Maybe I already do.” The words were low and said in a disgusted growl. He stood at that point. If he stayed, he might say too much. “There are already a good number of people who admire what you’re trying to do with this ranch and the way you’re trying to help your parents out. There will always be those old-timers who will go to their graves with their beliefs because that’s the way they were raised and have lived for decades. But times are changing every day, and female ranchers can hold their own…they just have to be tougher than most. Now, I’ve got work to get done, and you’ve got your chores. Just don’t get in such a hurry to grow up…little one.”
Chance left the loft, but not before catching the look of confusion in her gray eyes. He could understand confusion…and frustration…and nerve-bending patience. He had made his decision a while back where Josie Monroe was concerned. He had prepared himself, because it meant he would have to have a thick hide and a deep well of patience. But it really was the only choice he could make, because once you found your soul mate…you’d face whatever came in order to have that person’s heart. In the meantime, he’d remain where he was…by Josie’s side…a silent protector.
Chapter One
Ten years later…
“My brother never deserved you.”
“Did you stop by today just to cheer me up?” Josie Monroe threw the words over her shoulder, intent on adjusting the cinch on the saddle of her horse. “If so, it isn’t working.”
“Just stating a fact. And, since today is your twenty-eighth birthday, I hoped to find you doing something a bit different. You know a person can take a day off now and then…maybe celebrate.”
“Said the pot to the kettle. I’ve not seen you taking days off. It’s just another workday on a ranch like this one. And you’re wasting your time. Dev and I were kids back then. It was just a silly, childhood crush. One I outgrew a long time back. Whatever he does or doesn’t do now, it’s his business and no concern to me.”
“Except your heart got broken just the same…more than once.”
“Look,” Josie began, as she faced the cowboy with his dark brooding eyes the color of sapphires fixed on her. “My heart is just fine. And, as I’ve told you more than once, I’m not a child any longer, and my life is none of your business. I outgrew the need for a ‘big brother protector’ a while ago. Why are you really here?” She turned back to the horse, threading the reins through one gloved hand as she stepped easily into the stirrup and swung herself up into the saddle, the creaking noise sounding louder than usual inside the old cavernous barn.
The man stepped forward, settling long, muscular arms along the top of the weathered planking of the stall door. His Stetson covered a good deal of his face, but the part Josie could see was not smiling. “Thought I should deliver the latest news about Devlin Braxton in person. There was a phone call this morning.”
His gaze didn’t miss the fact her body subconsciously steeled itself for whatever might be coming. It was something she had practice doing over the years, particularly where Dev was concerned.
“Plans changed, I guess? So, he won’t be coming home anytime soon? Nothing surprising about that one.”
“Dev’s engaged…again. Wife-to-be number three is some showgirl from Vegas. Needless to say, his trust officer is coming down hard on him, but Dev never was one to pay attention to anyone or anything else but what Dev wants at any particular moment.”
“And this concerns me how? I appreciate you dropping by with your family’s good news, but I do have a ranch to run. I don’t have a crew to delegate the work to.”
“All you have to do is ask, Josie,” he countered, fixing his steady, unreadable gaze on her. “You just never want anyone’s help. You’re just too stubborn or too proud to ask, and one day that just might land you in a heap of trouble.”
“Nice chatting with you, Chance. Congrats on your family’s news.” Josie left him leaning on the fence, watching her retreating back as she rounded the corral and touched her horse’s flanks, sending it into a gallop toward the distant hills.
“Stubborn as a mule,” he muttered under his breath at her retreating back. The only one around to hear him was the black and white barn cat sitting just inside the open doorway, licking its paw after a morning feed on barn mice. “Why should I care?” The toe of his boot kicked a small rock out of his way since there wasn’t anything bigger around at the moment. “That’s the
problem…I do care.” And it was high time he did something about it, once and for all.
*
“Why didn’t you invite Chance to stay for your birthday supper?” Dianne Monroe asked the question as she set the pan of chicken enchiladas on the kitchen table, their aroma filling the kitchen. “You knew I was cooking his favorite dinner tonight. And I made your favorite cheesecake for dessert.”
“He had other things to do, mother.” Like darken someone else’s door with the glad tidings of his brother’s nuptials. Josie helped herself to the enchiladas and then pushed her fork into the food on her plate. “It’s just another day around here. Besides, it means more dessert for me.”
“Chance is such a kind and thoughtful young man. He brought over some bags of shelled pecans this afternoon for my holiday baking.”
“You realize he has an ulterior motive in doing that, don’t you? He knows you’ll bake extra pies and goodies for him, also. Besides, he isn’t a young man anymore. He’s over thirty now…almost thirty-four. You still see him as some sort of teenaged god or something. He’s no longer the rodeo star or the class valedictorian. He’s just getting older. Like the rest of us mortals.” Perhaps she got a bit carried away in her reply, but Josie felt more and more unsettled around the man who just would not stay away from their ranch. One would think owning the largest ranch in the western part of Texas would keep him too busy to mind the business of others. In particular, her business.
“Well, I still think of him as the kind and thoughtful young man he’s always been to us, from the first day he rode over to meet us. Hard to believe that’s been almost twenty years now…or is it more? Good manners never grow old or go out of style,” her mother replied, casting a measured look toward her daughter.
Seated at the kitchen table, in her usual jeans, old work boots, gray and red plaid flannel shirt, Josie took little pains with makeup or hairstyles. Dianne had tried to instill in her daughter some of the female qualities that interested most other young girls growing up. However, Josie had always been independent of thought and followed no other trend but her own.
