Southern Wind

By Brandy L Cunningham

Jumping invisible hurdles since her youth, Emmy Everhart never imagined the hardest hurdle she would have to face would be love.
Focused on her equestrian career, she is not prepared to have her world turned upside down by one Irish man. Trust is not something that comes easy to Emmy, and this stranger stirs feelings within her she didn't even think possible.
Westley Galway has left his homeland and everything he held dear to him behind. Meeting Emmy, he finds a reason to step back into the equestrian world he once loved.
A woman trying to overcome her past...
A man struggling to forgive a horse...
A horse learning to trust humans...
Will love be enough to overcome their demons?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brandy L Cunningham
• Release date: Mar 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201145927

Brandy L Cunningham

Brandy L Cunningham lives in Washington with her husband and two amazing children, four fur babies and horses. When she's not knee deep in the fantasy world writing books, she enjoys painting, hiking, gardening and reading. She has two decades of experience working with horses through rescue programs and on her own.

Book preview

-1-

W hat can I say about Emmy? That is a difficult question to answer. I suppose I must start from the beginning. You had better make yourself comfortable, Mr. Galway.

Vadetta Everhart studied the young man seated on the lounge chair before her. Above them, the long wispy branches of an old willow swayed in the southern breeze. Vadetta’s eyes had strayed to the distant yard as she composed herself and prepared to answer. Vadetta Everhart was the epitome of an older southern woman of important social standing.

Not a hair seemed out of place in her perfectly coiffed silver hair. Her dark dress pants complemented her light pink silk blouse, and her face held an expert touch of makeup. Around them, the vast lawns of the old plantation house shimmered deep green. The house itself was a sprawling white manor that hinted at another era. The house was in excellent condition, and kept in its original splendor to preserve the historical appeal.

As Vadetta took a deep breath, Westley turned his attention back to the woman. "Emmy was always ......difficult. Even as a child she seemed wild, spirited, unwilling to see the results of her actions. Her father and I did all we could to make her happy, to try to teach her the proper way, but we failed. Emmy doesn’t conform to her father or me.

Even at a young age, she was distant from us. She was much closer to her brothers then she was to us. There was little understanding between us. She often spent her youth curled in front of a window, with a book, staring off into the distance. She was always daydreaming or thinking thoughts the day away.

As she got older, she only distanced herself from us more. Always off doing something or another, bringing home stray animals or orphaned wildlife. It seemed the older she became, the further her heart wandered from us. She was eight years old when she rode her first horse. The family who bought the farm neighboring ours raised Thoroughbred’s. Oh, I’ll never forget the day Emmy saw her first horse...."

Vadetta’s eyes held a faraway look as though she were looking back in time at the memory itself. That young girl came riding down the lane on a big brown horse, and Emmy’s mouth dropped open. She’d never seen a real horse up-close. She walked over there, heart on her sleeve and asked the girl if she could pat her horse. From the moment her hand touched that horse, she was in love...Oh her face. You would have thought the heavens had smiled on her.

Vadetta laughed then. Shaking her head, she continued. "Afterward, she spent almost all of her time at the neighbors, from the moment the sun came up to well past dark. So many times her father would get upset and send her brothers to fetch her. He didn’t feel it was proper for a young lady to spend all her time at a barn. I allowed it...I had seen the expression on her face that day. I knew she had found her passion.

As the years passed, our connection started to go downhill. Emmy grew wilder all the time, galloping around with that friend of hers. It seemed the harder her father and I tried to turn her into a proper young woman, the farther she ran. The summer she turned sixteen it all came crashing down around us. She made a bad choice about a boy and when her father and I found out, we were furious.

Emmy was always wise for her years, she had an ancientness to her that made her seem older than she was. She was the only girl in our family, so we allowed her more freedom, that summer, however, her wildness grew out of hand. The day she left, she told me she had an offer at a sponsorship, and I told her she was a fool to think he would keep his word after what she had done. I told her she was too young to go off on her own to ride horses. We said words we could not take back.

Accusations are not something easily forgotten. She left that night while we slept. I’ve not seen or spoken to my daughter since that day, Mr. Galway."

Westley’s dark brows came together sharply. So her decision was to leave? She just left to go riding horses?

Smiling, Vadetta nodded. I think it’s what she had been waiting for all that time. Since seeing her first horse. Even after she broke her arm at fourteen, after falling from a horse for the first time. She was so upset! Having to spend nearly eight weeks cooped up. I thought maybe she would be more cautious after that, possibly even decide to stop riding horses. In truth though, it only strengthened her resolve to improve. I think I always knew she would be something great one day.

Cocking his head to one side, Westley asked, Just what was it Mrs. Everhart, that caused her horse to throw her?

Vadetta smiled. She was riding with her friend through the fields jumping logs, and Emmy tried to jump an incredibly high log when her horse refused and she went flying over the side.

Mrs. Everhart, I know you do not speak to your daughter anymore, but I was curious if you know her plans? Is she is planning to take the season off? She has already missed the first two competitions and that is unusual for her. I have heard rumors that she was looking to buy a training facility.

Looking off into the distance, Vadetta shook her head. I haven’t spoken to her in all this time, Mr. Galway. Besides, I’m not exactly the person who could answer those questions. Even Pam, who I occasionally speak with would never reveal any of that to me.

Nodding, Westley studied the older woman from where he sat. He shrugged his broad shoulders.

Yeah, I figured it was a shot in the dark. I would like to learn the answers to those questions, as I’m sure many others would as well.

Well, Mr. Galway, why don’t you ask her yourself? Pay her a visit or something?

Westley smirked dejectedly. I’ve tried that, she won’t see me, says she hates meddlesome journalists. She told me to ask you anything I wanted to know about her.

Vadetta sighed. Yes, she probably wants to test me, see what I would say. Well, other than her past I don’t know much about her anymore.

"Well, Mrs. Everhart, I’d like to thank you for all your help. Everyone from The Southern Horse Magazine will be grateful."

-2-

Emmy frowned as she read the major article in The Southern Horse Magazine . The headline was tasteful, she had to admit. Reading it aloud, she shook her head. Emmy Everhart, Jumping invisible hurdles...

Who was this man? His article was surprisingly truthful. He hadn’t made up any facts as she would have expected him to do. Reading aloud the bold words in the center of the article, Emmy realized how true the words were.

She’s been jumping invisible hurdles her whole life, never content to stay in place, and never tied down by the restraints of commitment. She only commits herself, heart and soul to her equestrian pursuit.

It was true, commitments were not her strongest virtue. The question this Mr. Galway seemed intent on answering was the direction her career was taking. Did she have a new prospect? Were the rumors of her opening a training facility true? It was what everyone was asking. Since she had taken the championship title in both Cross-country and show jumping this past year, she had caught the eye of many. Emmy, however, preferred to remain out of the public eye. She didn’t like prying journalists snooping about and digging into her life.

At the sound of approaching tires crunching on the gravel drive, Emmy walked out of the barn and into the bright sunlight of the day. Squinting, she watched the dark blue Chevy come down the long tree-lined drive. Behind the truck entering the drive, the large white ford belonging to the contractor followed. Walking toward the approaching trucks, Emmy waved.

Coming out of the blue Chevy, the olive-skinned woman waved cheerfully at Emmy. Hey, you!! Don’t look so glum kid! Aren't you excited? This is the start of our dream. We will finally be building that big equestrian facility you and I have dreamed about all these years!

Emmy pulled the woman into her arms for a big hug. Ah, I know Pammy, I just don’t like being around a bunch of people I don’t know. Smiling at her friend, she noticed the flush to Pam’s olive skin and the light in her deep brown eyes. She wore her dark hair casually pulled up in a ponytail, complete with jeans and a tank.

Damn Pamela, I have to say, marriage agrees with you. The two of you have only been celebrating marriage a few weeks and already you glow like a damn fairy!

Pamela Ryan’s laughed her alluring laugh. Oh, Emmy. It does. I cannot tell you how happy I am or how grateful I am to have found my David. I only wish you could be so lucky!

Ignoring Pam’s comment about her own love life, or lack of, Emmy turned to greet the two men alighting from the truck behind her friend. David came forward to pull her into a gentle hug.

Emmy, you’re looking lovely as always. So, this is the place huh? It’s great. These pastures are huge, and I see the potential it has to be a great training center for us.

David looked around himself, studying the small six stall barn behind them. Turning in the opposite direction, he took in the vast lush green pastures, and finally the old Victorian farmhouse in the distance. The house was huge and sprawling with its three stories, and beautiful wrap around porch. He could easily see why Emmy had fallen in love with the place. He and Pam had been on their honeymoon when Emmy had called Pam, over the moon with excitement. She had found the perfect place for their training center.

Pam had insisted that they become partners with Emmy, saying she could never afford to keep the place up or create the facility of her dreams without their help. David had noticed the close bond between the two women from the beginning. He had known it was a dream of theirs to own a huge horse ranch since the time they had been young children. Although David did not know Emmy’s history well, he had learned enough from Pam to know her past had been harsh and sad. Wanting nothing more than to please his bride, David had agreed on the partnership.

Emmy had full ownership of the house, the small barn, and the ten acres surrounding it. The Ryan’s and Emmy each owned equal shares in the two hundred acres of lush pastures and gentle hills that surrounded the house.

Turning back toward Emmy and Pam, David watched as Emmy greeted their passenger, Michael Fitzgerald. So Emmy, you ready to break ground on this facility you’ve waited all this time for?

Pulling herself out of Michael’s arms, Emmy smiled at him. Turning toward David, she said, Hell yes I’m ready David.

Seated on the porch, Emmy watched the Contractor and David as they made their plans for the new barn, and arena’s they would soon be building.

The company I’ve hired to put in all the welded pipe fencing around the property, as well as build the turn out shelters should be arriving tomorrow morning.

Pam nodded. Goodness Emmy, can you believe it's all finally happening? I can still remember being ten years old and laying out in the fields on my daddy’s farm... just dreaming of all this!

Laughing, Emmy smiled reminiscently. Yeah, I know. I don’t know if I ever thought this would all come true. Especially after...

Oh no you don’t, Emmy we are not going down that road right now, okay. I never doubted we would get here. We just had a few speed bumps along the way.

Nodding her agreement, Emmy rotated to look at Pam and Michael. Yeah. Speed bumps. Pam, Michael, I owe the two of you so damn much. Pam, you’ve always been there for me, you believed in me, even when I didn’t know the front of a horse from the rear. And Michael, if you hadn’t convinced Mr. Montgomery to come watch me ride I would never have gotten the sponsorship that landed me here.

Michael laughed. Oh Emmy, I will never forget the day you plodded your sorry worn out hide into my barn, telling me you needed a job. Whether it was shoveling horse manure or riding, it didn’t matter and you were not taking no for an answer.

Laughing with the others, Emmy sighed fondly. She loved these two with all that was left of her heart. About to say so, she turned toward them but stopped when she noticed a silver pickup coming down the drive.

Either of you expecting company?

Pam looked up and remembered her phone call earlier that afternoon. Oh, uh, Clearing her throat nervously, Pam smiled guiltily at Emmy. Oh boy, you’re going to hate me, but I accepted an interview on your behalf.

Emmy stared at her friend in horror. My god Pam please tell me you didn’t! Even worse you allowed them to come here? To my home! Oh my god, I am so going to kill you for this!

No, just wait Em, Look, this guy, he wrote that article I told you about. It was good. He wrote it with taste and with the truth. This could be good for us, and good for this place. Just give him a chance. If you don’t like the questions he asks or anything else we will send him on his way, okay?

Glaring at her friend, Emmy huffed. Fine. But you are still dead. Emmy turned her attention to the man who had just hopped from the truck and was heading toward them. Although she couldn’t see much except his silhouette, Emmy was caught off guard by what she did see. Having expected a willowy older man as was the typical journalist, Emmy couldn’t help but notice this man’s tall broad physique. The closer he came, the more Emmy found herself surprised.

Stopping just in front of the porch, the man looked straight at Emmy. Hello, I am Westley Galway. Ms. Everhart, I cannot express how grateful I am that you have agreed to this interview.

Arching a delicate auburn eyebrow, Emmy studied the man before her. There was only one way to describe him. Darkly handsome. This man was not what Emmy would have pictured. He stood around six-foot, with a broad muscular build, but not the build you get from going to the gym. No, this man looked like a man used to hard work. His dark hair was slightly wavy and a little shaggy, but this only added to his charm. His face was strong and masculine, with a slight five o’ clock shadow, and the most striking pair of deep green eyes Emmy had ever seen.

Westley Galway looked more like someone that belonged on the cover of G.Q. Magazine than someone writing for one. Well, Mr. Galway, I’m afraid I did not agree to this interview, but since you’re here, I will cooperate as long as I get to approve everything before it's published.

Westley found himself surprised by the bite in Emmy’s voice. Ah... Well, I’m sorry about whoever tricked you into this meeting, I arranged it with...

Before Westley could continue, the olive-skinned woman beside Emmy held up her hand. Mr. Galway, I am Pamela Ryans, or, well you probably know me as Pamela Walker, I am the one you spoke with earlier, and I agreed to the interview. My partner Emmy has graciously agreed to see you, even though I did trick her into this, so I apologize if she turns into an ogre on you. Please try not to take it personally.

Westley was a little surprised. Ah...yes, Pamela Walker. I know who you are. I must say however, I was unaware that you and Ms. Everhart were...uh that is... that you were partners. I uh...

Pamela tried and failed to contain her laughter. It bubbled out of her. Oh dear, Mr. Galway, I’m afraid that didn’t come out right...We are business partners, not partner...partners...you know?

Westley sighed in relief and felt like a total fool. Ah, well I must say I’m glad we cleared that up. Forgive me for assuming. There would have been nothing wrong with that, I just... Westley felt like a jerk at this point.

Pam smiled and studied Westley. It had not escaped her notice the way his eyes kept seeking out Emmy. His gaze roved over her with appreciation. Clearly, he found her friend attractive. Smiling mischievously, Pam said, Come, Mr. Galway take a seat and let’s get this interview started.

Westley took a chair across from the other three and laid out his notebook, tape recorder, and other supplies on the table. So, Ms. Everhart, I have a couple questions I would like to start with if that’s okay? At Emmy’s nod, he continued. Well, first, since I’m sitting here I’m going to guess the rumors are true about you starting a training facility?

Emmy nodded. Yes, Pam Ryan’s and I are planning to build a full equestrian training center within the next couple years. As you know this is a long procedure so I can’t give you an exact date.

Well, that’s exciting. Will this training center be strictly for your personal horses, or will you be opening it to boarding and clients as well?

Emmy shrugged. No decisions are final yet. We’ve talked about bringing in horses owned by others to train and show, about the possibility of giving lessons, breeding and sales, but again we have yet to decide.

Westley studied the young woman before him, trying to compare her to her mother whom he had recently interviewed. He quickly realized there were few likenesses. Vadetta Everhart displayed poise, considering everything with great care, Emmy Everhart seemed passionate, answering as she saw fit, rather than taking time to consider her alternatives. She held herself with pride, and it was easy to see the wild willful young woman her mother had described.

You have not been at the competitions this season. There are many speculations about your plans. Is Viewfinder still going to be competing?

Emmy smiled. Viewfinder is in perfect health, he is in the prime of his career and we look forward to returning to the competitions. Right now, however, I need to focus on getting this place up and running, so I have decided to give Viewfinder a light year, and allow him to be a stud for the first time. I am excited to see what his progeny holds.

WESTLEY MUMBLED TO himself as he sorted through the notes he had taken in his interview earlier that afternoon. Emmy Everhart had not been what he had expected at all. He found himself enchanted by the auburn-haired beauty as well as the Victorian house she called home. He had seen her from afar in the past and had heard mention of her good looks, but he had not expected what he found. She was beyond pretty. Beautiful did not even begin to describe her. She was...wild. Untamed. Exquisite.

Westley sighed at himself. He was no boy. He had been around good-looking women before, but there was something about Emmy Everhart that had him feeling expectant, excited and emotional all at the same time. This wasn’t the first time he’d had this reaction to the woman. The first time he had seen her ride, about eight months prior, he had been on his first assignment as a journalist.

Covering the Blue Meadows Grand Prix had been his assignment. It was there that he had watched Emmy fly over the jumps on that chestnut stallion. Horse and rider were a magnetic duo.