difficult it was to be an older sisterâa confidantâand then suddenly be the one who makes all the rules, in charge of everything and everyone, and not having the slightest clue what her future held.
âWhat about you?â he asked. âDillon told me you came home from college to take care of him and Chelsey. Thatâs quite a sacrifice.â
Natalieâs eyes filled with tears. She spun away to swipe the dampness from her cheeks, but it was useless. One concerned comment from a complete stranger had caused the floodgate to burst. Tears gushed from her like a fountain. Then a gentle grip on her forearm urged her to turn and be comforted.
EIGHT
J ARED TOOK THE YOUNG WOMAN AWKWARDLY IN HIS ARMS, UNABLE TO resist consoling her tears. âI know itâs hard, but I can tell youâre a strong person. Youâll get through this. God can help you.â
She cried into his shoulder. Most people, heâd learned from seminary, kept their grief bound until it burst from inside, usually at the least expected moment. His heart ached for this girl and her family, and he timidly patted her back.
âSometimes itâs easier to speak to a stranger than it is to confide in someone you know.â
Her sobs eased, and she pulled away, her embarrassment palpable. âItâs been so hard.â Her words came out choked, and Jared strained to hear.
âIâm listening.â He closed his eyes and had to concentrate to absorb her words and not the light flowery scent of her hair.
âHe died so unexpectedly. Trapped beneath a tractor. A horrid deathâbut I canât tell Dillon that. The kids and I werenât here when it happened, but still the images come to me in my sleep. They wonât go away.â Another sob escaped her lips.
Jared nodded and gazed at her, the porch light illuminating herface in the dark night. âI know it doesnât seem like it now, but once youâre over the shock, the nightmares will fade.â
âI planned to graduate from college next fall, but thatâs not going to happen now.â She wiped her cheeks and sniffed. âNot with the ranch, the kids, the summer hay crop and cattleâ¦So much for my queen scholarships. Theyâll all be for nothing.â
Jared straightened, wondering if heâd heard correctly. âQueen scholarships?â He conjured a picture of her in one of those long sequined gowns. Somehow, the image didnât fit her personality.
âGo ahead, laugh. Everyone does.â She leaned against the side of the car, and her teary eyes glistened beneath the stars. âYouâre looking at the former Miss Rodeo Kansas, first runner up in the Miss Rodeo America pageant held last December.â
Jared tried not to gawk. Not only was this woman beautiful, she was accomplishedâand exposed. âObviously, the judges didnât know what they were doing when they gave the prize to someone else,â he said under his breath. âForgive my ignorance, but what does a rodeo queen do besides look pretty?â
She shook her head as though sheâd been asked that question before. âWhy do people always assume itâs all about being pretty?â
âProbably because the participants are gorgeous.â He grinned, present company included. âOkay, youâve piqued my interest. What does it take to be a rodeo queen?â
Natalie sniffed and wiped the remaining tears from her eyes. âI like to think of the pageant as a scholarship programâbased on appearance, personality, and horsemanship. Itâs so much more than a beauty pageantâat least it is for me.â
Jared imagined Natalie on a galloping horse with a white hat and western garb. It suited her better than a sequined gown on a lighted runway. âA beauty pageant on a horse,â he said, unable to keep the teasing note from his voice.
âItâs harder than you think.â Her eyes