Long Way Home
The only man Jo Lena Speirs had ever loved had finally come home. And though she hadn' t seen Monte McMahan for years, she recognized him the instant she saw him. She would have known him anywhere, just by the way her heart left her body. Jo Lena knew she still loved him, but she had more at stake this time than just her heart.…After six years on the professional bull riding circuit, Monte McMahan had returned to the Rocking M Ranch. Wounded, Monte thought he sought solitude but instead found himself drawn to Jo Lena and the precocious niece who called her Mom. Would the love of the woman he' d left behind be strong enough to heal his broken spirit?
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“Monte?” Jo Lena’s eyes were not deceiving her. It was Monte—all cleaned up and looking better than he ever had a right to.
“May I come in?” he asked.
“You’ll have to if you want to talk to me,” she snapped. “I was expecting the new buyer for this place.” She turned on her heel and headed back to the kitchen.
Monte’s boot heels sounded on the hardwood floor right behind her as she went into the kitchen. They were still uneven—he was still limping. But he seemed to be getting around much better. He sat down as she filled a mug of coffee.
It occurred to Jo Lena that he must’ve changed his mind about selling the horse. “So let’s talk about the horse.”
“We’ve said all we have to say.”
Had he come here to talk about them? About six years ago? About now?
“Then what do we have to talk about, Monte?”
“I’m the new buyer.”
GENA DALTON
wanted to be a professional writer since she learned to read at the age of four. However, she became a secondary school teacher and then a college professor/ dean of women instead, and began to write after she was married and a stay-at-home mother. She entered an essay contest that resulted in a newspaper publication, giving her confidence she could achieve her lifelong dream of becoming a “real writer.”
Gena lives in Oklahoma with her husband of twenty-four years. Now that their son is grown, their only companions are two dogs, two house cats, one barn cat and one cat who belongs to the neighbors but won’t go home.
She loves to hear from readers. She can be reached c/o Steeple Hill Books, 300 East 42nd Street, New York, NY 10017.
But it was only right we should celebrate and
rejoice, because your brother here was dead and has come to life; he was lost and is found.
—Luke 15:32
This book is for my friends,
Jill and Sheila
Dear Reader,
This story of Monte, the third McMahan brother and Bobbie Ann’s prodigal son, is one we can all relate to from our own experience. Who among us hasn’t felt separated from those we love by our choices and actions? At those times when we are farthest away, we all long to go home.
Monte takes the long way home, for he not only has stayed away for six years while rarely communicating with his mother, brothers and sisters, but he has also denied his yearning to see Jo Lena Speirs, the only woman he has ever loved. He believes he is past redemption, in God’s eyes and in Jo Lena’s, because of the death of her brother, Scotty. He bears a burning guilt that he has not been able to escape, even by traveling thousands of miles and putting himself in constant danger.
From the instant that Monte gets thrown from a bull and is hurt too badly to ride, he knows that he can no longer bear to be so alone. He sneaks onto the Rocking M, and dreads seeing anyone there, especially Jo Lena, but from the moment he arrives on the ranch, he knows that at last he has come home.
If you haven’t read the stories of Monte’s brothers, Jackson and Clint, please look for Stranger at the Crossroads and Midnight Faith, both also published by Steeple Hill. I would love to hear from you. You can reach me c/o Steeple Hill Books, 300 East 42>nd Street, New York, NY 10017.
All warm wishes,
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
Chapter One
For maybe half of his ride on the brindle bull, Monte McMahan believed.
That he could stay on for the whole eight seconds.
That he could score high enough to put him back in the running.
That his injured back had healed enough to let him keep going on down the rodeo road.
Then the wily old Brahma dropped his head, shook his ugly horns and spun hard to the right when he’d definitely been looking to the left ever since the first jump out of the chute.
Pain clamped on to Monte’s spine like a coyote’s teeth around a rabbit. It twisted the breath out of his lungs one second before it sucked the strength from his arms and legs and tore the rigging from his hand.
He flew through space with the bright lights sparkling and the dust shimmering across his vision. He couldn’t close his eyes. He would not. If he closed his eyes, he’d be giving up and if he gave up, he’d be dead when he hit the ground.
The impact made him believe he was. But then the pain exploded inside his head and took the place of his last gasp of precious air. He decided a man could live without breathing because a dead man wouldn’t be hurting.
A dead man wouldn’t be hearing the true concern in the announcer’s voice. Good old Butch, he was worried about Monte.
“Folks, put your hands together for Monte McMahan,” he boomed. “He’s one tough Texas bull rider and he’s been ridin’ through the pain for a lot of months now. Y’all may’ve just had the privilege of seeing his last ride, right here in Houston tonight.”
The applause started, but it didn’t grow. It was hesitant, it died and the fear-filled hush fell over the arena again.
“He’s not moved a muscle since he hit,” Butch said. “Let’s hope Old Brindle hasn’t sent him back to the Rocking M for good. As you all know, Monte’s one of the fourth or fifth generation of McMahans from that famous ranch in the Hill Country.”
