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hurt.”
    Grace walked away from Oregon and the discomfort of the conversation. She sifted through a rack of handmade skirts, then stopped, her hand hovering as she turned to look at Oregon.
    “You’re right. It would have been wrong.”
    So why had she come to Martin’s Crossing, to Brody, when she could have gone anywhere? Would she hurt him all over again, being here, needing his help?
    Because hurting him was the last thing she wanted to do.

Chapter Three
    B rody’s knees ached, but it felt good to be in the saddle. The big gelding underneath him moved a bit to the right, ears pricked forward as he watched the cattle they were moving. The day had started out gray and rainy but had cleared, and the air soon turned muggy as the sun heated things up. Their mission was to move close to a hundred head of cattle to a field that hadn’t been grazed down.
    The beef moved slowly, sometimes stopping to munch at grass, sometimes trying to zigzag away from the herd and take off to greener pastures. Brody kept a steady hand on the reins, trying to keep the gelding he rode from bolting. He could handle riding, but a sudden jerk felt like fire going through his leg. That was what happened when wear and tear dissolved the cartilage in a knee.
    After the lunch rush, Duke had left the diner in the capable hands of Ned and joined in to help. As they moved the animals through an open gate, Duke rode up beside Brody.
    “You doing okay?” Duke asked in his typical big-brother tone that got under Brody’s skin.
    “Why wouldn’t I be?”
    “Could you stop being defensive for one second and just be honest?”
    “I’m honest. Why wouldn’t I be fine?”
    “Well, you’ve had your leg out of the stirrup more than in. And on top of that, a pregnant woman showed up this morning and it’s clear the two of you are more than just friends.”
    “We’re not even friends. And it isn’t my baby, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
    “No, I wasn’t thinking that. What I’m thinking is that you don’t like to share anything with your family, and that makes it kind of hard to help you.”
    “I’m not a little boy. I don’t need your help or your advice. If I do, I’ll ask.”
    “Right-o, brother. But you did need a place to put that woman to keep her safe.”
    “Yeah, I did. And thank you for that. I’m not sure how long she’ll stay, but at least she’s safe for now.”
    “Brody, you have to let go of the past.”
    “I didn’t know I was hanging on to it.”
    Duke rode up to the gate and swung it closed, leaning from his horse to wrap the chain around the post. Brody rubbed his knee, moving it from the stirrup and then putting his foot back in before Duke could catch him. A shot of fear tugged at him, because he knew what arthritis and joint damage could mean for a guy who made his living on the back of a horse. He already knew what it meant to a bull-riding career. He knew what it meant when, late at night, he could barely stand up and walk from one room to another.
    The gate secure, Duke turned back to Brody. “You might pretend nothing bothers you, but you’re so uptight I’m surprised you don’t crack when you walk.”
    “Oh, you’d be surprised.”
    Duke’s attention shot to the knee Brody rubbed without thinking. “Not too surprised. Can they do surgery?”
    “I’ve had surgery. Last year before I came home.”
    “Then, why is it still bothering you?”
    “I’m actually working on finding out. So if that’s all you want to know, let’s get back to the barn and treat that other bunch for pinkeye before it spreads.”
    They rode in blessed silence for a few minutes. Brody started to mention a horse he’d like to look at, but thought if he said anything Duke would feel the need to talk more about the past, about Grace or about his health. Sometimes they forgot he was almost twenty-seven. He had a double degree in special education and counseling. He’d been on the dean’s list every year. Stupid, he