Free Cowboy, Take Me Away (Montana Cowboys/ Country Music) by Cara North

Cowboy, Take me Away
     
    By
     
    Cara North
     
     
     
     
     
    Please Do Not Pirate

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
     
     
    Cowboy, Take me Away
    Copyright© 2013 Cara North
    Cover Artist: A.D. Roland
     
     
     
     
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              She was as anxious as anyone could expect to be when uprooting a life and determining that it should be planted elsewhere. It wasn’t as if Roy was expecting this. In fact, they had only shared a dance, shared a beer, and almost shared a night of passion before he was called about an emergency he had to tend to, and that was over three years ago.
                  It was the sporadic communication that kept her hanging on. Roy wasn’t talkative so phone calls didn’t work for them. Once she graduated and started working, she realized too late he may have been hoping she would return to see him. The brief phone calls became fewer, the text messages and e-mails stopped too.
    Then one day h e had surprised her with a picture of a path and the tagline, you’d like this trail. After that he sent occasional pictures to her phone with taglines such as, ‘thought you might like this’, and any water related things were tagged with ‘reminded me of you’.
    She had done the same, sending him texts of a sheriff’s vehicle or a group of cops eating lunch. On more than one occasion she had to explain to a police officer why she was taking that kind of picture. Eventually, she just sent pictures of funny or neat things at work instead.
    In the last two months the texts had picked up, the communication increased, and then a week of nothing had her crawling out of her skin with worry. He was known for going a whole month without responding to her in the past. After getting used to the increase in communication, it was tough to let go like that again. The dangers of his job, even in a small town, were always on her mind.
                  All that mattered was every single time she saw law enforcement, she thought of Roy. Every single sunrise, she thought of what it would look like in the Big Sky state. It wasn’t like Montana needed a marine biologist. It was very much like a marine biologist needed what was in Montana. At twenty-seven years old, she was about to do something ridiculous.
                  “I object!” she shouted as she stepped into the great hall on the Johnson Family Ranch. Everyone turned to look at her. She was out of breath. She was also stopping the wrong wedding.
                  “Do I know you?” Lucky asked. She closed her eyes and laughed a little. She remembered him, what woman could forget meeting that man, but he obviously didn’t remember her. Then the man she had come all this way to see stood up.
                  “Lexi?” Roy quirked his brow and tilted his head.
                  “You’re not getting married!” She was losing her mind. She was thrilled by the revelation. Then she looked at the bride ready to strangle her. The entire hall looked scandalized, and Roy didn’t look happy either.
                  “I am getting married,” Lucky said.
                  She realized then, both men might have thought she was there to stop Lucky’s nuptials. Embarrassment pushed the relief to the side and she held her hands up as she explained, “Oh, Oh God. No. Not you, you can get married, of course. I’m so sorry. I thought…”
                  It seemed as though Lucky and every