(Okay, here's the next chapter. Mandy Moore. Interesting relationship I think. I hope you guys all enjoy the story and again I encourage you to write to me and ask you to vote so I know how everyone feels about the story. Enjoy this chapter- the cowboy)
The one thing Ryley loved more than driving cars was riding horses. The thrill of being connected to an animal so powerful, and devoted to its rider, was indescribable. He had ridden horses his entire life, but the years he had spent in the saddle after the accident when that kid was killed, were some of the greatest years of his life. And he had to admit that the romantic images of the old west that riding a horse conjured up always got the ladies going.
As if in response to this thought, Cheyenne snorted, tossing his mane and causing the bridle to jingle. Ryley turned back to the horse, which had just finished drinking from the stream. He smiled and rubbed the big horse's neck, smoothing the golden coat as Cheyenne dipped his head and nuzzled Ryley's coat.
Ryley stepped alongside the horse, placed his left foot in the stirrup and swung himself into the saddle. Turning Cheyenne around he guided them back onto the trail, away from the stream where he and Brooke Burke had made love weeks before. They followed the trail in mutual silence, enjoying the profound silence of the forest around them.
Before long the trail opened up into a small field alongside the corrals at the ranch. They walked up to the door leading inside the barn and Ryley dismounted before leading Cheyenne inside. They walked to one of the stalls, whose door stood open, and then inside.
It took Ryley the better part of an hour to unsaddle, brush and rub down the big stallion. Though he didn't work for the Klines, the people who owned the ranch, anymore they had agreed to let Ryley house Cheyenne there for a small amount of money. The fact that Ryley was now 'in the business,' as they called Hollywood, meant that he was a member of the club and they were happy to board his horse.
Ryley wasn't sure if he appreciated being titled in that way, but as long as he could keep Cheyenne in a place as nice as this, he wouldn't complain. Despite all this his thoughts again drifted to Mandy Moore. It had been two days since he had talked to Steve, it had taken TJ that long to get a rig big enough to haul out all their gear to Arizona. TJ had left earlier that morning with most of the guys from the old pit crew; a few were remaining behind to run the shop. Ryley was scheduled to leave shortly.
What was he supposed to say to Mandy after all these years and everything they had been through together? The pain of their previous experiences was only sharpened by Ryley's absence from her life when her career had begun to skyrocket until it bloomed into the multi-million-album wonder that it was now.
" Well, Chey," Ryley said, as he rubbed the horse's back. " I'm headin' out for a few weeks."
The big horse merely continued to eat his oats happily. Ryley had long ago gotten over having one-way conversations with the horse. Sometimes it was just nice to talk to someone who couldn't respond. Though at times Cheyenne would respond in his own way, lending credence to Ryley's belief that animals could understand you.
" I'm gonna be seeing Mandy. Remember her?"
Cheyenne pulled his head out of the bucket of oats and turned around to look at Ryley for a moment.
" Yeah, you remember her."
Ryley stood there a moment longer, then turned and walked out of the stall, closing the door behind him.
" Wish me luck, buddy. I'll see you later," Ryley said, then turned and left the barn.
LATER THAT NIGHT
Ryley parked the Camaro next to the gleaming black Peterbilt and matching trailer that TJ had driven out from California. Alongside the trailer, Ryley saw the gleaming Cayenne red lines of the brand new 2003 Pontiac GTO. Climbing from the Camaro, he walked over to the GTO, admiring its sleek lines.
Twirling the keys to the Camaro on his finger, Ryley nodded appreciatively and walked down the length of the eighteen-wheeler. Steve had had Ryley's trailer moved out there already and he could see it just beyond the front of the rig. From the other side of the rig Ryley heard footsteps.
At first he thought nothing of it. But over the years Ryley had gotten a pretty good bead on how people acted. You could tell very easily someone's intentions by the way they moved. And it didn't take more than a few seconds for Ryley to realize that whoever belonged to those footsteps was up to no good.
Ducking down, Ryley could see someone wearing construction boots and blue jeans walking quickly, trying to be silent. As he watched, the person moved away from the truck towards another trailer, a fairly sleek, modern one. Knowing that the trailer had to belong to one of the many A-list personalities that were at the shoot, Ryley crouched lower and moved quickly underneath the trailer.
He saw that it had been a man wearing a denim jacket as well, with long dark hair. The man was moving quickly towards the trailer, like he had a purpose. Moving quickly and silently, unlike this man, Ryley crossed the parking lot. He watched the man sidle up alongside the aluminum trailer and raise his head to look through the window.
Ryley moved from his position at the end of the trailer towards the man. He got within ten feet of him when the guy heard him. Ryley ducked as the man spun around, his fist nearly colliding with Ryley's face. Ryley countered with a mean punch to the guy's kidneys, causing him to stagger back a few feet.
He stood up and made to swing with his left, Ryley moved to block it, but the punch was a fake. The guy's right hand landed on the side of Ryley's face, above his left eye. Ryley's vision blurred and he was knocked back against the side of the trailer with a loud bang.
When his vision recovered, he couldn't see the man but heard the sound of a powerful engine starting. Lights flashed on and within another second a bright red, eighties, Monte Carlo SS roared past the edge of the trailer across the parking lot. Ryley staggered to his feet and took a step back towards his Camaro, meaning to chase the guy down.
Something heavy struck him across the chest, taking him right off his feet and knocking him flat on his back. Ryley struggled to breathe as someone put their foot on his chest, bearing down on him. He opened his eyes and looked up. Standing over him was a huge, skyscraping black guy, with muscles bulging all over his body.
" Oh, fuck," Ryley moaned.
The black guy leaned over. " Got your ass didn't I? You sick fuck."
" What are you talking about?" Ryley asked, grabbing the man's ankle.
The guy pulled a radio from his belt. " This is Connor, I got him."
From the other side of the parking lot, Ryley heard the sound of engines starting up and the sound of squealing rubber. Flashing red and blue lights swept the parking lot as three police cars pulled up. Ryley looked over as two cops got out of each unit.
" Fuck this," Ryley swore.
He swung his legs into the air and kicked one around the front of the guy's body. It took him by surprise, especially when Ryley sent him flying through the air. Jumping to his feet, Ryley had six flashlights pointed in his face along with six guns.
" Freeze, buddy," yelled one cop.
" Get the fuck out of here," he replied. " I didn't do anything."
" Tell it to the shrink down at the station," replied another cop.
The door to the trailer swung open, banging against the outside of it. Ryley turned to look but couldn't see much because of the flashlights in his face. He did know that a woman was standing there, watching the entire scene.
" Stay in the trailer, Miss Moore," said the guy who called himself Connor.
Ryley shielded his eyes and saw her for the first time in years. She was standing there; her mouth open in disbelief, her long blonde hair, curled at the ends was hanging past her shoulders. She wore loose, flannel pajama bottoms and a white, halter-top.
" Ryley?"
He turned to her. " Mandy?"
She laughed and jumped off the steps, running towards him. Ryley caught her in his arms and they embraced, tightly, Mandy pressing her cheek to his. It wasn't the reception he had expected, but the feel of her body against his and her hair against his face caused Ryley to ignore these thoughts. He breathed deeply, inhaling the sweet smell of her.
