Handful of Sky

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Romances as enduring as the American West!

Cowboys and rodeos. Hard-riding men and women to match them. Award-winning author Tory Cates brings magic to a wild land and a wide-open sky that will never loosen their hold on our hearts.

Shallie Larkin has chosen to make her way in the roughand- tumble world of the rodeo, where women are seen as trophies to be won and discarded, not as serious competition. But just as Shallie can see the hidden ...

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Overview

Romances as enduring as the American West!

Cowboys and rodeos. Hard-riding men and women to match them. Award-winning author Tory Cates brings magic to a wild land and a wide-open sky that will never loosen their hold on our hearts.

Shallie Larkin has chosen to make her way in the roughand- tumble world of the rodeo, where women are seen as trophies to be won and discarded, not as serious competition. But just as Shallie can see the hidden beauty in the stark landscape of New Mexico, she is determined to find the inner strength to fight for her dream of being a rodeo contractor.

Shallie has little reason to trust pro rider Hunt McIver, and the man himself remains a mystery to her. But while he makes it all too clear that he trusts neither her nor her motives, his attraction is equally obvious. There is no other path open, however. She needs his help—and she craves his arms around her.

Both will have to learn to trust before they can warm the western nights and build a dream beneath a sky as wide and beautiful as love itself. . . .

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"An abundance of emotionally demanding scenes, one after another."
Sara Luck
"Excitement, sexual tension, and fulfillment . . . it is all there."
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781476732442
  • Publisher: Pocket Books
  • Publication date: 10/29/2013
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 525,022
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Tory Cates is a Rita Award nominee who lives in Texas.

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Handful of Sky


  • Llano Estacado. The Staked Plains. Shallie Larkin mentally assessed the name the early Spanish explorers had given to the region whizzing past her high window. She’d heard this part of New Mexico which she called home referred to as “desolate,” mostly by tourists from the East accustomed to tree-shrouded landscapes. Shallie couldn’t imagine living anyplace where trees and buildings and mobs of people blocked out the sky.

Shallie rubbed a mittened hand over the frosty patch of glass where her warm breath had condensed. From her lofty perch in the big truck her vision swept out across the wind-raked mesa, dusted in spots with patches of late spring snow, stopping only at a strip of cobalt-blue mountains rising in the hazy distance. Her spirit soared, unleashed by the majesty of the land.

She couldn’t understand how anyone could perceive such a vista as being desolate. For her it was a land of possibilities where limits were set only by the boundaries of a person’s imagination. Maybe it was this unfettered view, she theorized, that had caused her to set her sights so high.

A wisp of cirrus floating all alone in the vast sky caught Shallie’s eye. Nervous tension abruptly knotted her stomach as she felt herself riding all alone as well and, very possibly, too high.

Let my spirit be big enough, she wished fervently, almost as if offering a silent prayer to the grandeur of the land she loved.

The strident shriek of gears grinding together brought her awareness back suddenly to the diesel-smelling confines of the huge truck’s cab. She glanced at the driver, her hired hand, Wade Hoskins. Although she was his employer, Shallie had difficulties making herself speak to the man, much less give him orders. She’d overheard enough of his conversations to know that he was a man to whom women were either “skanks” or “heifers.” Just sitting next to him made her feel unclean.

“Thought that’d get your attention.” Wade Hoskins parted his lips in a wolfish imitation of a smile, revealing the black space where an incisor had once been. His lower lip bulged with a wad of chewing tobacco.

Shallie’s tight smile was the only reaction she let herself show. She fought the revulsion that rose in response to the leering, sidelong glance he shot her way. She wanted to scoot her slender, jeans-clad body even closer to the window she already hugged. But she couldn’t allow Hoskins to see that he intimidated her. Today she was taking her first, unassisted step into a world where she would have to hold her own against men like Hoskins. It was crucial that she win, if not their respect, at least their cooperation, or all her dreams would be lost.

Hoskins openly stared at Shallie’s determined profile. He was pleased to note the rigid set of her spine. His scrutiny made her so stiff that each bump in the road set her palomino-gold curls bouncing.

“I ain’t never had a boss woman before,” he drawled, overplaying his Texas accent. “Leastwise none that could prove to me that they was a real woman.” He watched for her reaction and was delighted to see a sudden burst of color suffuse her apricot-toned cheek.

Shallie continued staring grimly ahead. She could just imagine how a man like Wade Hoskins, his gut spilling so far over his belt that the buckle was lost, would define a “real woman” and what he would demand in the way of proof. Her pansy-brown eyes grew cold as iced coffee as she contemplated the stomach-turning image. It infuriated her that Hoskins felt free to make comments like those. He certainly would never have dared to in front of her uncle. For one chilling moment she was afraid she wasn’t ready to take her uncle’s place. Being a rodeo contractor, responsible for supplying the animals and ensuring a smooth-running show, was a difficult enough job for a burly former rodeo cowboy like her Uncle Walter. What had ever made her hope that a five-foot-four, 120-pound woman could handle it?

Suddenly she wished she’d cultivated more orthodox ambitions. Why couldn’t she have been content doing something with the business degree her mother had insisted she earn? Something other than keeping the Double L’s books and negotiating the contracts that came in. Shallie didn’t have to ponder that question long. The answer came as a memory of those long years spent inside four walls and the suffocating, claustrophobic feeling that had accompanied her years of study. She’d always done well in school, but not through any native love of studying. She considered it a trade-off she’d had to make. Seven hours of imprisonment in a classroom in exchange for a few hours of freedom outside at the end of the day.

Beyond that was the irrefutable fact that she loved rodeo and wanted to carve out a life for herself in it. She’d wanted that for fourteen years, ever since she was ten and her father, over her mother’s strenuous objections, had started taking her to rodeos to watch him and his brother, Walter, win all the prizes in the team roping competition.

At first she loved rodeo just for the escape it offered from a world ruled by a mother who spanked “bad little girls” who committed unpardonable offenses like scuffing their patent-leather party shoes or missing a word on their spelling tests. On the rodeo circuit there were no party shoes and no spankings. Freed from their white-picket-fence prison, she saw her father, taciturn and unsmiling at home, blossom into a happy man with a joke and a kind word for everyone. But, even after the accident that claimed her father’s life, Shallie remained smitten by the highly infectious malady that those afflicted can only describe as “rodeo fever.”

It was in her blood. Two years ago, on the day she’d finished her last college class, she’d gone to work full-time at the Double L Rodeo Contracting Company, which her uncle anwd father had started ten years earlier. Five short years before her father was killed.

Her mother, who had come from a wealthy Denver banking family, had packed Shallie off to an exclusive women’s college in that city shortly after the accident. Her mother had hoped to end forever her daughter’s unseemly fascination with the sport she held responsible for ruining her life, although she herself had experienced that same fascination when rodeo had taken the breathtakingly handsome form of John Larkin—Shallie’s father—the man who was to become her husband. She had married him assuming that rodeo was merely a whim for the soft-spoken man whose kisses made her forget her exalted position in society, and that he would, of course, eventually be absorbed into her family’s banking establishment. She thought that her husband would be given a job with high pay and few responsibilities just as her sisters’ husbands had.

But John Larkin had harbored other plans for his wife and the child she was carrying when they were married. He’d never wanted nor accepted a cent of her family’s money. Over her loud protests, John Larkin, just as he’d promised he would before they married, moved his new wife to a small ranching community outside of Albuquerque where he and his brother ran a few head of cattle and practiced doing what they did best—roping steers as a team. When they weren’t practicing they were doing what cowboys do when they answer rodeo’s siren song—they were “going down the road” chasing after jackpots and prize money. They won consistently and put aside every penny they could save in hopes of one day starting their own rodeo company.

Their dreams had materialized in the Double L, each “L” standing for one of the two Larkin brothers. Shallie remembered her mother, who had long since moved her and her daughter into a “respectable” house in Albuquerque, pouting and refusing like a spoiled child to ever set foot on Double L property. Shallie had visited the ranch, though, and soon her father’s dream had become her own. The burden of proving that she was worthy of it weighed heavily on her. It had been thrust upon her quite unexpectedly.

That morning her uncle had been up and dressed when Shallie had come down to start off on the long drive to the rodeo in the Panhandle of Texas that they’d contracted to produce. He was issuing orders to their two hired hands, Wade Hoskins and Pecos Cahill, about which livestock was to be hauled hundreds of miles to the rodeo. But, even with his cane, he could barely hobble about. The hobble was the legacy left by the car wreck that had ended her father’s life and her uncle’s roping career. The long cold New Mexico winter had taken its toll that year on his shattered knees. He’d grimaced with pain as he tried to bend them enough to haul himself up into the eighteen-wheeler’s cab.

“Shallie, girl”—her uncle had shaken his head in weary resignation as he’d backed away from the truck—“it doesn’t look like this worn-out old body is going to carry me to the rodeo.”

Shallie too had backed away. The pain and worry that clouded his eyes, however, halted her timid retreat. The Double L had never failed to honor a contract. She knew that a blemish on that record would hurt her uncle far more than the ache in his injured knees.

“Don’t worry. I can handle everything.” Shallie’s words had tumbled out before she could allow herself to think about the enormity of the task she’d just committed herself to, before she had time to see a smirk spread across Wade Hoskins’s face.

Walter stared at her as if somehow trying to reconcile the image of a potbellied, cigar-smoking rodeo contractor with the slim, fine-boned girl standing before him. It wasn’t her words, though, that finally allowed him to put the two together. No, they quavered and had a hollow ring to them. It was the look in his niece’s eyes. For Walter Larkin it was as if he were staring into his brother’s eyes thirty years ago when John had announced, “Walter, you’re almost thirty-three and I’m crowding thirty. We both know that the day will come, and it will come soon, when we’ll have to hang up our ropes. Now, neither one of us is ever going to be completely happy unless rodeo is part of our lives. So, what we’re going to do is start a rodeo company.”

Walter had laughed. Between the two of them they didn’t have the price of a hot dog for dinner. But they hitched rides to Denver, borrowed horses, and roped themselves into the first-place money. The only thing that stood in his way—from the moment John had made his announcement until they owned the Double L—had been love. A strange kind of love. Walter had never been able to understand how John could have taken the wife he did or why they ever stayed together. It was one of the few puzzles in Walter Larkin’s straightforward life and one of the reasons he’d remained a bachelor.

But even John’s wife hadn’t been able to keep him from fulfilling his promise. Walter had seen the same determination in his brother’s eyes he now saw hidden deep in Shallie’s, so deep that she probably didn’t even know its strength. But she would, Walter had thought that morning, if she’s bound on this course she’s chosen for herself. She’ll have to draw deeply on every inner resource she possesses.

So, he’d made his voice sound jovial and carefree and he’d said: “Hell, you don’t need me anymore. You’ve been doing most of the work now for the past two years. You can run a rodeo as well as I can any day.”

Then it was Shallie’s turn for a display of false bravado. She swung into the cab of the truck and gave her uncle a jaunty wave as Hoskins headed the truck loaded with bucking horses, bulls, and steers east toward the Texas Panhandle.

*  *  *

The truck lurched as Hoskins applied a lead foot to the brake. Shallie was thrown forward, her head banging against the windshield. From the trailer behind them came startled neighs as the horses were thrown against each other.

“Could you use a gentler touch on the brakes?” Shallie fought to keep the annoyance out of her voice. The one thing guaranteed to bring her to anger more quickly than any other was the slightest hint of mistreatment of an animal. “I’m responsible for the safety of that stock.”

“Why are you responsible? They ain’t your horses.” Hoskins’s surly statement managed to both challenge Shallie’s authority and completely change the subject from his erratic driving.

“Actually they are half mine.” Shallie’s statement came out tight and stilted. She knew that she had to establish herself, and that with employees like Hoskins it was a tricky process, but nervous tension goaded her into a hasty response. “My father left his half of the Double L to me in his will. But that’s not what’s important. Part of your job is to make sure that all of Double L’s stock is treated well. If you can’t or won’t do that, maybe this isn’t the job for you.”

“Does that mean you’re firing me?” Hoskins asked with a smirk.

Shallie knew she’d made a mistake. She wasn’t prepared to back up her threat. Without her uncle, they would be desperately shorthanded. She needed all the help she could get, even if it had to come from a reptile like Wade Hoskins.

“Ma’am?” Hoskins prodded her when she didn’t answer. “Or maybe you’d be happier if I called you sir?”

He was testing her, exploring her limits. Knowing that she couldn’t produce today’s rodeo without his help, Hoskins felt free to use any means he could to assuage the affront to his pride which a female superior represented.

“Shallie’s always been fine in the past. Why don’t we just stick with that?”

“All right, Shallie.” Hoskins pronounced her name with a drawn-out slur which hinted at an intimacy that made her shudder.

The remainder of the long drive passed in a grim silence punctuated by an occasional lurch when Hoskins tromped on the brake or accelerator pedal to express his continuing protest against the “boss woman.”

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    I love her stories!

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  • Posted November 22, 2013

    A good read!!!

    Tory Cates wrote as she saw the country in her own eyes. A very good reading book.

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    In Handful of Sky by Tory Cates, Being one of the few women in t

    In Handful of Sky by Tory Cates, Being one of the few women in the world of rodeo has been eye-opening but rewarding for Shallie Larkin. She has taken a bigger role in the family business since her father passed away, helping her uncle contracting their livestock and helping promote the local rodeos. Their goal is to one day make it to the national finals and watch their broncs and bulls give the cowboys a run for their money.

    Shallie's whole world shifts when she meets Hunt McIver, the legendary champion with killer looks. She's smitten right away but still finds Hunt infuriating at times, more a product of her own insecurities than anything else. They feel the sparks fly between them but when they start to work together to make both their dreams come true, will it prove too much for Shallie and Hunt to handle?

    Handful of Sky gives us a look into the rough-and-tumble world of rodeo, showing both the best and worst the sport and lifestyle have to offer. This novel, first published in 1982, has been reissued with a wonderful new cover so a new generation of romance readers can enjoy.

    Fans of sweeping western romance will enjoy Tory Cates' writing style. She did a great job describing the surrounding ruggedly beautiful landscape as well as the main character's emotions. And there was just enough of the rodeo lingo to make it sound authentic without going overboard.

    Our hero and heroine were so similar and yet so different at the same time. I thought their deep love of rodeo was a great connection between them. Shallie and Hunt were equally passionate about the sport and the magnificent animals the cowboys hope to tame, both having grown up full immersed in that world. However, Shallie worries that Hunt is a womanizer like so many cowboys on the circuit, especially after meeting his grandfather. This creates friction in their romance and leads to soul-searching on both their parts.

    I recommend Handful of Sky for readers who love a classic romance with a bit of heat and a lots of handsome cowboys.

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