The Horse Whisperer

Hank and the other men cleared the tables out into the rain again and the dancing began. The music was louder now and still country so that, led by the most streetwise among them, the kids could keep up their groaning, no doubt secretly relieved at not having to dance themselves. Laughing at your parents was a whole lot more fun than having them laugh at you. One or two of the older girls had broken ranks and were dancing and the sight suddenly had A

Grace was sitting by the stalls with Joe. They saw A

'Ma'am, would you like to dance?'

Grace burst out laughing and A

'This is entirely unprompted of course,' she said.

'Of course ma'am.'

'And not, by any remote chance, a dare?'

'Mom! That's so rude!' Grace said. 'What a terrible thing to suggest!' Joe kept a perfect straight face.

'No ma'am. Absolutely not.'

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'Mom, if you think I'm going to dance with him to this music, forget it.'

'Then thank you Joe. I'd be delighted.'

So they danced. And Joe danced well and even though the other kids hooted he didn't turn a hair. It was while they were dancing that she saw Tom. He was watching her from the bar and waved and the sight of him gave her such a teenage thrill that at once she felt embarrassed because maybe it showed.

When the music stopped Joe gave a courteous bow and escorted her back to Grace who hadn't stopped laughing. A

As she danced, she looked over and saw Grace and Joe were now doing a jokey kind of dance with the twins and some other kids, jokey enough anyway to allow Grace and Joe the illusion that they weren't really dancing with each other.

She watched Tom dance with Darlene, then Diane, then more closely with some pretty, younger woman A

He saw her making her way across to the bar after she'd danced with Smoky and as soon as he could do so politely he thanked his partner and followed. It was the third time he'd tried to reach her but someone always got there first.

He weaved his way behind her through the hot crowd and saw her wipe the sweat from her brow with both hands, back through her hair, just as she'd done when he met her out ru

Frank was back serving behind the bar and asked A

'Hi. So A

He laughed and decided therefore that he wouldn't ask her, though he'd looked forward to it all evening. Someone pushed between them, cutting them off from each other for a moment. The music had started up again so they had to shout to make each other hear.

'You obviously do,' she said.

'What?'

'Like to dance. I saw you.'

'I guess. But I saw you too and I reckon you like it more than you say.'

'Oh, you know, sometimes. When I'm in the mood.'

'You want some water?'

'I would die for water.'

Tom called to Frank for a clean glass and handed back the Dr Peppers. Then he put a hand lightly on A

'Come on.'

He found a path for them among all the people and all she could think of was the feel of his hand on her back, just below her shoulder blades and the clasp of her bra.

As they skirted the dance floor, she chided herself for telling him she didn't like to dance, for otherwise he'd surely have asked and there was nothing she wanted more.

The great barn doors stood open and the disco lights lit the rain outside like a bead curtain of ever-changing color. There was no longer any wind but the rain fell so hard it made a breeze of its own and others had gathered in the doorway for the cool A

They stopped and stood together on the brink of shelter and peered out through the rain whose roar made distant the music behind them. No longer was there reason for his hand to be on her back and though she hoped he wouldn't, he took it away. Across the yard she could just make out the lights of the house like a lost ship where she assumed they were headed for her drink of water.

'We'll get drenched,' she said. 'I'm not that desperate.'

'I thought you said you'd die for water?'

'Yes, but not in it. Though they say drowning's the best way to go. I always thought, how on earth do they know that?'

He laughed. 'You sure do a lot of thinking, don't you?'

'Yep, always fizzing away up there. Can't stop it.'

'Kind of gets in the way sometimes, don't it?'

'Yep.'

'Like now.' He saw she didn't understand. He pointed toward the house. 'Here we are, looking out through the rain and you're thinking, too bad, no water.'

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He shrugged and smiled and she reached out into the night with the glass. The pricking of the rain on her bare arm was startling, almost painful. The roar of its falling excluded all but the two of them. And while the glass filled they held each other's eyes in a communion of which humor was only the surface. It took less time than it seemed or than either seemed to want.

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Chapter Twenty-six

Grace could tell something was going on as soon as she climbed into the Chevy beside him. The smile gave it away, like a kid who'd hidden the candy jar. She swung the door shut and Tom pulled away from the back of the creek house and headed down toward the corrals. She'd only just got back from her morning session with Terri in Choteau and was still eating a sandwich.

'What is it?' she said.

'What's what?'

She narrowed her eyes at him but he was all i

'Well, for a start, you're early.'

'I am?' He shook his wristwatch. 'Darn thing.'

She saw it was a lost cause and sat back to finish her sandwich. Tom gave her that fu

The second clue was the rope he picked up from the barn before they went down to Pilgrim's corral. It was much shorter than the one he used as a lasso and of a narrower gauge, plied in an intricate criss-cross of purple and green.

'What's that?'

'It's a rope. Pretty, isn't it?'

'I meant. What is it for?'

'Well, Grace, there's no end of things a hand could do with a rope like this.'

'Like swing from trees, tie yourself up…'